Blame Gravity

Chapter 15 :)

After lunch, we go back to our rooms and stay in complete silence. At dinner, we have a heated discussion about whether our legal system is in the need of improvement or not. All three of us agreed it does, the debate was about in what area. Mr. Simmons had to calm us down every time we almost jumped at each other, and I felt kind of bad for him.

We get back to the motel and we instantly get ready for bed and lie down. Except I can't sleep.

I turn toward James. He seems like he's sleeping. He looks so calm and peaceful when he's asleep. I wish I could be closer to him. I'd sleep much better.

No! that's not true. You're just making excuses, Lucy. He did not cure your insomnia. 

"Why are you staring at me?" I hear his sleepy voice, and he smiles. I jump at him speaking.

"You're awake?!" I scream.

"Don't sound so disappointed, Canmore." He opens his eyes and his smile broadens. "Do you think water is wet?" he finally asks.

"What does that have to do with anything?!" I whisper-yell.

"I don't know, I was thinking about it when your aggressive staring caused me to open my eyes." He rolls over on his back and stares at the ceiling. "I might have found the answer if you hadn't goggled at me."

"I'm trying to sleep, you know."

"Then why aren't you?"

I sigh. "I don't know."

We stay silent for a moment.

"So, am I gonna get an answer? Is water wet?"

"Shut up!"

"I'm serious."

I think. I'm such an idiot to even talk to him! And this question is stupid. "It is. I mean, it's composed of multiple molecules, and the molecules are touching each other. Something is considered wet when the water has made contact with it, so technically, yes, water is wet."

"Hm. I hadn't thought of it that way." He sighs, then shakes his head. "No. Something is considered wet when water has embedded itself in its structure, even if just temporarily. Water doesn't embed itself in its own structure. That doesn't make sense."

"Water is a structure, consisting of millions, billions of little pieces, and all of them are water, so if we look at it that way, water is wet, because it embeds itself in its own structure, as you said it."

He rolls over to face me. "Nah. Water drenches other things. Water itself isn't drenched."

"Your future bandages are gonna be drenched with blood if you don't stop talking," I say, and I turn over. 

"That's a fallacy, Canmore."

"Just sleep, James."

It's quiet for a moment. "You've never called me that." I hear he's smiling in the way he speaks. "Except in your sexy dreams," he snickers.

I roll over and hit him gently on the head. "You're so stupid," I whisper, more an accusation than an insult.

"And you're dirty-minded."

I sigh in frustration, deciding he's too dumb to even debate with. 

"Do you not have an answer to that?" he asks, still smiling.

"Remind me to kill you later," I whisper.

"Why not now?"

"Because Mr. Simmons will find out, and I have a reputation to keep up."