Scrubs
My Idea Of The Norm
I haven't updated in awhile. It was a very short case of writer's block. Haha! I'M GONNA REPLY TO THE MOST INTERESTING REVIEW! I'll give you a whole paragraph in the next chapter. Yes. Yes I am turning this into a competition. Haha!
Disclaimer: I do not not own Scrubs... not.
Max sighed. This was harder than she expected... She looked over Elliot's list. She had to narrow this thing down! It didn't help, how random it was...
Food
Cake
Clowns
Pickle juice
Pickle juice? What the heck?
Max rolled her eyes. This list made no since.
Suddenly, she head a sulky voice at her side. "Hey..."
She looked to her right to see a balding man, scratching the top of his head. She recognized him from around the hospital.
"Ohhh, hey!" she said. "Aren't you... Bill?"
The man frowned. "Ted..." he said.
"Oh."
"Aren't you the girl that's planning the party...?"
Max smiled, softly. "Yup. Sup?"
"Well," he began. "I was wondering if my band could preform..."
Max tilted her head. "What kind of band is it?"
"We mostly do acapella versions of old rock songs..."
Max tilted her head the opposite way. "Gather 'em up. Meet me here at five tomorrow. We'll see then." She smiled brightly at him.
He smiled back. "Okay!" he said, as if this were the happiest he'd ever been. He reeled around and walked off, almost skipping.
Max half smiled. "That was alittle weird," she said to herself, then went back to reading Elliot's list.
"Max and I went up and got her enrolled in school yesterday," Jordan said, fallowing Perry through the halls of Sacred Heart.
Perry nodded. "Must have been a joyous moment for her," he said. "What teenager actually likes going to school?"
"Ben did," she said. "Mostly because those were his pants years... But that's beside the point. She's alot like him, Perry."
He nodded again. "I know."
He did. He knew it every time he looked at her. Every time they had a conversation. He knew it all too well.
Max didn't ride the bus. She had Jordan drop her off. It was normal to not want to go to school, wasn't it? It was normal to feel nervous. Right? She made a face. "Can't you just home school me?"
Jordan looked at her. "Well, of course, hun!" she yelled. "I'll also cook you breakfast in the morning and read you a bedtime story befor I tuck you in for..." She broke into laughter, unable to finish her sentence. "Phew... Couldn't say that with a straight face," she admitted, wiping her eyes.
Max frowned.
"Mkay, get out the car," Jordan said. She nudged her. "Get. Go. Go. Go."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Max asked, crossing her arms.
"What?"
Max eyed her. "You know what..."
Jordan looked perplexed, but slowly came to a realization. "Oh!" She leaned over the back of the chair, grabbing her purse from the back seat. She dug into it, pulling out a small Tonka truck.
Max grinned. "The bone crusher!" she yelled. "Rad!" And, with that said, she opened the door and slid out, running towards the front of the school.
Jordan rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Benji," she mumbled.
Max stared at her schedule. Math. Ugh... She hadn't math. Like just about every other fifteen year old sophomore in high school.
"Hey, look, a new kid!"
Well, that made since. You point out the new kid. As if they weren't new enough already... She fixed her backpack and kept walking.
She grinned. Second hour, English. That class was easy enough. But, first she had to get through math.
You know how the teachers in stories always introduce the new students? None of Max's teachers made her do that. Which is what she'd half expected... She didn't really mind though. Seeing as everyone thought she was a weirdo. And she was... That did make it alittle tricky to find friends, though...
If asked to pic one, lunch was the worst part of the day for her. And, maybe sort of the best too...
Max stood in the lunch line, looking over the food. She was never fond of any school's lunch, and was probably gonna skip on the food anyways.
"Nothing appetizing here," she mumbled to herself, ducking under the brass pole and walking off. Backing away from said pole, she bumped someone.
"Hey, what where you're going!"
"Of course," she said. "This was only bound to happen..."
She turned towards the person. A girl. She looked older than her, probably a senior. She was tall, platnuim blond, with big assets. "Oooh, hello Anti-Max," Max said, chuckling.
The girl raised her eyebrows. "What?" she asked, making a face.
Max grinned. "Nothing."
"Whatever," the girl said. She rolled her eyes. "Are you new or something?"
"How'd ya guess?"
"'Cause you are the picture of a burn-out." Burn out? She thought that was only in Mean Girls...
The girl looked at her jacket. "Smiley...?"
"No, it's SMiley!"
"What's the difference?"
"The M is LOUDER!"
She rolled her eyes again. "Whatever, weirdo..."
The girl began to walk off, but was stopped by someone calling her. "Hey, Sherri!"
Max turned towards the voice. There was a boy there. He was tall with brown hair, pulled into braids and glasses. He dressed slightly casual, unlike the girl who looked as though she was coming from a magazine party. His skin was caramel colored, with hazel eyes to match. She stopped and turned towards him. "Hi Darryl!" she said.
The boy hugged her, holding his lunch tray away from his body. He looked at Max. "Who's that? She looks alittle burn-out... Cool."
Sherri rolled her eyes, again. "I don't know," she said, walking away. "Come on, lets eat."
Darryl stayed behind. He looked at Max. "What's up?" he said. "Name's Darryl. You new here?"
Max laughed. "Is it that obvious?" she asked. They began mutually walking.
"Yeah, sorta." He chucked.
"I'm Max," she said.
He raised an eyebrow. "Is it short for something?"
"Um.. Let's go ahead and say it's not." She laughed.
He made a face at her. "Okay then... I'll see you later, okay? Nice meetin' you Max." He jogged off, towards the table where Sherri sat.
She smiled. "What a nice young man."
JD looked at his watch. He was currently staring at his watch, in front of a group of interns.
"Um, Dr. Dorian," Josephine said. "Aren't you supposed to be taking us on rounds?"
"Aren't you supposed to stop using that annoying voice?" JD shot back.
"Shut up, big meanie head!"
JD grinned, mischievously at her. "Yeah, I'm the big meanie head," he said, sarcastically.
He looked back at his watch. "It's four-thirty... Go do your jobs, please."
"You do your job!"
JD smiled. "Shut up, Josephine..."
"I'm telling Ronald!"
"Who's Ronald?"
Suddenly, Max was next to him. "He's the attending you guys call 'Snoop-Dogg'," she said.
He tilted his head. "Is he?"
She nodded. "Yeah. Have you seen Perry?"
He shrugged. "Actually, not since this morning in the cafeteria. He called me Renee, then threw his muffin at me."
"Classic Dr. Cox."
"Yep."
Finally, rounds were finished for the day. Now, Dr. Cox simply had to answer every dumb question uttered by the peons working in this place. That would be easy enough.
"Perry Fo-Ferry, Banananana-Lo-Larry. Perry!"
He rolled his eyes. "Hello Max," he said, refusing to break his gait.
"People seem to get a kick out of rolling their eyes at me." She shrugged.
"How was school?"
"Everyone thinks I'm weird," she grinned. "Which I kinda am. So I don't mind. Oh, and there's the one black kid that was actually nice to me."
"Well, great for you. What's your plan now?"
"Catering!" she yelled. "For the party!"
"Okay then. You figure that out, while I go somewhere else." Perry suddenly turned a sharp corner. He ran into a gurney, falling back a couple of steps.
"Watch out!" the doctors pushing the gurney yelled. "He needs to get into surgery, now!"
Max swallowed. Carmel colored skin, broke through by streams of crimson red. Hazel eyes, hidden behind glasses, and braided brown hair. "Darryl...?" she asked.
He looked at her, pain covering his face. "Oh..." he mumbled. "Hey Max."
Befor she could reply, he was wheeled off.
A whale of a cry broke through the halls. "These stitches hurt!"
Max rolled her eyes. That was definatly Anti-Max... She checked. Yup. Stupid girl.
Who cared about her? She was going to check on Darryl.