I finally get what Max means by 'the best feeling ever' after using the bathroom. Sitting in bed, Linkin Park blasting from speakers on the wall, I scroll through Instagram bored out of my mind. Selfie. Selfie. Selfie. Random sad quote. Dumb meme about some game nobody plays. As usual there's nothing even remotely interesting. Sighing I toss my phone onto the nightstand and rub my eyes. If mom were here she'd yell at me for constantly rubbing my eyes. Apparently it's some weird habit I've had since I was a baby and never really grew out of. Michael Jackson comes on and suddenly full of energy I hop out of bed and moonwalk around my room. Or at least I tried to anyway. It was more like a ton of awkward foot rubbing across the floor to a beat. Not to mention I lost a sock and almost fell twice. Which sucks because I used to be able to do the moonwalk perfectly. Then life happened and everything just went downhill from there. Wiping away beads of sweat from my forehead, I walk out of my room and into the hallway where I'm instantly greeted by a refreshing breeze as the cool air from the rest of the house flows into my room.
"Ahh that feels nice," I say relaxing.
Tiptoeing down the stairs, I run and slide on the hardwood floor into the kitchen to find a snack. Just as I'm reaching for a jar of jelly beans I remember that I've already eaten and should wait for dinner so I say goodbye to my beloved friend and close the pantry.
I walk into the living room tired from all the moving around and lay down on the couch. Even all the way down here I can clearly hear the blaring of music from my room. Wow that thing is loud. Thank god I'm home alone so there's nobody here to say anything, but how on earth have my neighbors not complained yet? Actually this reminds me of the time Ryan got in trouble with his neighbors two summers ago for this exact reason. His parents were out on date night and his brothers were all at summer camp. He had just finished camp 3 days earlier so he was home alone with nothing to do, so naturally he invited me over and sooner or later music was playing and we were having our own little party. Him on his air guitar, jumping on the bed. Me spinning in the office chair pretending my phone was a mic, we sang and danced our hearts out. Then someone(him) got the 'good' idea to see how loud we could turn up the sound system. That conversation went a little like this:
"No. That is a terrible idea."
"How come?"
"Because you're going to get in trouble! Then I'm going to get in trouble! Besides you're already in enough hot water for that 'eighth grade end of the year celebratory' stunt you pulled."
"Okay to be fair it was after school, there was an empty hallway, and a skateboard in my hands. What would you expect me to do? Walk down the hallway like a normal person? Of course not! I'm going to skateboard down it. And just be happy that I didn't have any pop its in my pocket because if I did you best believe I would have been throwing that crap into the classrooms of the teachers I hate. By that I mean the entire box would have been chucked into Ms. Shire's room no questions asked."
"You have no idea just how much you missed my point. What I'm trying to say is, you know how your parents are. Please don't get in trouble again. Okay?"
"Okay I promise."
So did he listen to my advice? No. Did he get in trouble? Yup. Was it hilarious to watch? Absolutely. There is nothing better than watching your friend get chewed out in his own house by someone else. Surprisingly though his parents never got wind of that or at least if they did they just didn't say anything about it which would be new. I'm in the middle of all these thoughts when I'm suddenly interrupted by the sounds of car doors slamming.
"I guess me time is over," I grumble as I get up off the couch.
