Inertia

Chapter 6

A/N: Cheez-Its. Because why the hell not?

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I woke up to the beeping of my phone next to me, indicating that I had a text. I rolled over on my side and picked the thing up, noting miserably that it was no later than four in the morning. 

On account of bad weather, all schools in the district will be closed today. 

I threw my phone back on the nightstand and flopped back onto my pillow. Thank God!

School was cancelled! It probably had something to do with the flash flood warning that was plastered on everyone's phone screens the night before. It was a good thing, too—it had been raining all night, from what I knew.

Not that I actually saw. I slept straight through it, of course.

I could catch up on some assignments, and finish season 6 of "Supernatural"... and most importantly, avoid Physics class. I couldn't show my face, I just knew there was no way I would be able to look Mr. Bradford in the eye for the rest of the year.

I closed my eyes once more and drifted off to sleep.

***

"Em...Maya... Wakey wakey, Princess..."

I felt my hair being brushed out of my face. I forced my sleepy eyes open.

Sitting on the edge of my bed was... Max?

Oh no, I thought as I pulled the covers over my head. The events of earlier this morning and last night flashed through my mind, and suddenly, I realized that I wanted to spend the entire day in bed, with a bowl of mashed potatoes and a buttload of romance movies.

"Hey... you feelin' alright?" he questioned.

I nodded from underneath the covers. "Lemme just brush my teeth," I muttered. I sat up and swung my legs out of bed. Max knew better than to comment on my appearance this early after waking me up. Smart boy.

I started at myself in the mirror. Holy hell, I looked like a depressed clown! My makeup from last night was everywhere, and I could already feel the zit forming at the bottom of my face—a consequence of being too lazy to remove my makeup. I brushed my hair quickly and threw it up into a nice-ish-looking bun, then re-deodoranted and proceeded to clean my teeth. I then washed my face, dried it, slathered on some moisturizer and some Chapstick, and left my bathroom.

Max was sitting on the edge of my bed. I smiled. "Aw, you made my bed, Dill!"

He smiled sweetly. "Sure. You'd do the same for me."

I laughed and plopped down next to him. "So, what brings you here at this time of day?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Em. It's nine o'clock. Some of us physically can't sleep as late as you. I've been up since seven," he bragged.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Dill. Come downstairs with me, I want food."

We clobbered over each other to the pantry, where I pulled out some cereal, and he helped himself to my much-loved stash of white cheddar Cheez-Its.

We ate quietly, until he finally broke the silence. "I can grab some movies from my house, and we can watch 'em all day. I don't feel like doing much."

I nodded enthusiastically. "Sounds good! I've been dying to watch the one you were telling me about yesterday at lunch."

He grinned and took off, promising to be back in a flash.

I plopped onto the couch in the living room, immediately covering myself with a blanket, and waited for Max to come back. True to his word, he was back only moments later.