Pointe Shoes

Chapter six

High School Musical was truly the way to a girl's heart, especially if you watch it with her.

When we had gotten to the hotel, Max had pulled the one thing I didn't expect from him out of his bag; a High School Musical DVD.

We had settled into one of the queen sized beds with his laptop, a bag of popcorn that was exchanged for five dollars at the main desk, and we were ready to get our heads in the game.

High School Musical had been my absolute favorite movie when I was a kid, and it was still the bomb.com.
However, after about a half hour through, I was no longer paying attention. My attention was fixed on Max, who was dancing and singing along perfectly to every song. Needless to say, it was way more entertaining than the actual movie.
I took another handful of buttery popcorn, and my thoughts were back on my mom. She would probably pass out if she saw me eating such unhealthy food. Then again, I almost passed out when she got married without telling me. I was still fuming when bop to the top came on, and Max was all out with this one.

"BOP BOP BOP, BOP TO THE TOP!" He was practically screaming along with the lyrics. Oh, what the heck I though to myself before joining in.

"STOMP STOMP STOMP, DO THE ROMP!"

By the time we were done impersonating Ryan and Sharpay, my mood was forgotten and all that was left was a smile.

"Hey Max?" I whispered softly later as we were both nearly asleep.

"Yeah Clara-Beara?" He mumbled. I bit my lip.

"Thank you. For trying to cheer me up. Thank you for caring." I said gently, twisting the tip of the sheet between my fingers.

"You're welcome, Clara-Beara. It's easy to care, especially with you." He stated, drifting off nearly seconds after he said that.

I slept happy that night, knowing I was cared about.

I was jarred awake by a certain brunette at an ungodly hour.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaax, it's not even six yet! Let me sleep!" I growled at him, burrowing deeper into the fluffy duevet.

"I didn't think I would have to do this, but you leave me no choice Clara-Beara." He stated matter-of-factly, just before I felt cold water all over my back.I jumped up, gasping from the cold. A devilish smile lurked on Max's all too handsome face, I would definitely have to mess it up later. Perhaps with a bat? Or my fist?

"This water is almost as cold as your heart, Max. Maybe I should throw some dry ice at your face, it's the only thing colder than your heart!" I shouted, chasing him to the bathroom, before promptly getting locked out by the devil himself.

I picked out my outfit for the day, still fuming about his buttheaded-ness. Mouse Rat shirt? I think yes. Then I got dressed and straightened my hair, while debating appropriate punishments for Max. So far I had a list of about twenty things. Most involved stabbing him with a rusty spoon.

"Clara-Beara?" Max called from the bathroom. I didn't answer, still slightly mad.

"Clara-Beara, is it safe from me to leave the bathroom?" Max called again, and I sighed loudly.

"Yes Max, I'll get you back later. Probably at the next hotel. You better sleep with one eye open!" Max walk out of the bathroom, his brown hair dripping wet, which was unbelievably hot. I looked away, hoping to shun the thought from my head. It was easy to admit a jerk was hot, because you know you would never be actually attracted to them. But with guys like Max, the pull was a bit too strong to admit his hotness.

The Grand Canyon was an experience I could never explain with the English language, it was too perfect for words. The view was breathtaking, something I couldn't even tear my eyes away from for nearly ten minutes, even to take a picture.  Max had put his arm around me, making it seem so normal, something just friends did, and my heart had nearly beaten out of my poor, unsuspecting chest. I was really making things difficult for it.