Trouble In Paradise

Chapter 10: Day At The Sea

I don't remember when I slept or how I ended up on the floor. My head pained so much for some reason, probably because my head was on the hard floor for a long time. Someone in the kitchen was humming loudly "The Nights" from Avicii. I went out of the bedroom, still wearing my clothes from last night. A tracksuit pants and a navy blue T-shirt, all creased. As I entered the kitchen the first thing I smelled was pancakes. Who was making a divine treat this early in the morning? To my surprise, I found the one person I didn't expect to see.

Maxwell.

He must have sensed someone was in the kitchen so he stopped humming and turned his face towards me. His face broke into a huge smile. "Mornin' Sleeping Beauty. How was it?"
"How was what?" I asked.
"You know what. Don't be coy." Maxwell's smile became wider.
"Seriously, I don't know what you are talking about."
"Well, I hope you like suspense, 'cause I am not telling you."
"Come on. Please don't leave me hanging."
"Ask Jessica. She knows." Maxwell said Jessica with much exaggerated emphasis.

It had something to do with her. I started worrying. What did I do to her? Or what did she do to me? "Was it something serious?" I asked worriedly.
"Probably, yeah. The way she was moaning and groaning last night...." Maxwell said. Oh someone shoot me now. I can't be a father at this age! It's too soon.

On cue, Jessica came in and immediately saw me. She glared at me. My legs wobbled. "I'm sorry!" I apologised. "I didn't mean to sleep with you."
"Well you should be sorry!" She barked. "I got drool all over my hair!"

Wait, what?

"Wah?" I said dumbly. Maxwell doubled over with laughter, tears slithering down his cheeks. "The look on your face!" I was even more confused as to what is happening. "Explain please. I'm, like, stuck in the middle here. Max, you said that Jessica was moaning and Jessica said she has drool in her hair. What is going on?"
"Dude, you got a weird mind. Jessica was angry last night, not what you were thinking." Maxwell smiled again.
"Wait....Did you think that I......that we....." Jessica stammered.
I nodded, blushing horribly at my embarrassment.
"All you did," Jessica continued, "was that you fell asleep on my bed. I got angry when I found out that you drooled on my hair, so I pushed you off."

"That explains the headache." I muttered.
"How did I get to my bed last night?" Jessica asked.
"I carried you." I said.
"Aw, thank you sweetie." Jessica said.
"Uh, no problem?" I said. She never called me sweetie before, so I'm unsure how this ends.
"Did I ask you to take me to my room Felix?" Jessica carries on.
"No...."
"Then never, ever, touch me again without my consent."

Note to self: When Jessica says 'sweetie' to anyone, she's piss-drunk mad.

"Breakfast is served!" Maxwell cheered. The pancakes were covered in maple syrup and chocolate sprinkles in the syrup. It looked like innocent people drowning in the vast ocean. Maxwell put our breakfast on the table in the kitchen. My stomach roared. All three of us sat down. My stomach growled even more. I swear, if my stomach could talk, it would be flirting with these pancakes. Maxwell stared at me intently as I chewed the pancake. The pancake tasted like heaven.
"So?" Maxwell asked curiously.
"It's great!" I exclaimed.
"Amazing taste." Jessica said. "When did you learn to cook?"
"Both my parents are chefs. I was interested in culinary activities so in tenth grade I chose Consumer Studies as a subject."

We ate our delectable pancakes. When we finished, we took our plates to the silver sink and ran water on the plates. "So what are we gonna do today?" Maxwell asked.
"I am not sure." I said.
Maxwell thought for a while, deep in his brain looking for an answer. After two minutes he smiled. "Who brought there swimsuits?"
"There is a pool here?" Jessica asked.
"Yup."
"How do you know?"
"I read it in the pamphlet. Duh."
"Wait, you read?!" I said, genuinely astonished.
"Yes Chad, I read."
"You?"
"Yes."
"The party animal?"
"Yes."
"The idiot of this room reads?"
"I'm pretty sure I'm not an idiot."
"My mind has been blown."
"You can stop criticising me now."
"Sorry."
"Where is the pool?" Jessica asked, grinning.
"Somewhere close to the paintball field."
"There's a paintball field?!"
"Yes. Do you ever read?"
"I read more than you."
"Prove it."
"This has been a scintillating conversation."
"Fine." Maxwell said, his face showing the defeat. The smile that I showed was fueled by victory.