How is your Saturday morning going so far?
He replies a few seconds later.It’s good. I just finished writing an essay for school so now I’m freeeeee all weekend.
I can’t help myself when I type:what kind of person does homework this early on a Saturday morning?
He replies:a cool person, that’s who.
I laugh out loud. Then, I don’t know what comes over me, but I decide to save his number into my phone with the nameMaxso that I don’t have to keep looking at a random set of numbers in my text log.
Me:I’m the kind of person who puts off homework until the very last minute.
Max:That’s no fun.
Me:Yeah, but is homework ever fun?
Max:You have a point. But I like to do it as soon as possible – rip it off like a bandaid. Then you’re free to live your life.
Me:My life is fairly boring, so I don’t think I’m missing much.
Max:Maybe if you weren’t so pessimistic, your life wouldn’t be so boring.
Me:Look at you, Max the philosopher.
He doesn’t respond right away, so I look over at my brother, who is laying on the couch, glued to the television. Then, a minute later, I get another text.
Max:You know what isn’t fair?
Me:lots of things?
Max:true, but I was talking about one particular thing.
Me:What’s that?
Max:You know my name and I don’t know yours.
Me:Ah… I was wondering how long you’d talk to a random person before you started asking questions
Max:Random? You mean we don’t know each other?
I grin as I stare at my phone.
Me:I’m pretty sure we don’t.
Max:But you have my number…and you know my name…
Me:Yep.
Max:How?
Me:I’m magic.
Max:If you were magic, I don’t think you’d have to do your homework. You could just make the answers appear on the page, yeah?
Me:lol… I guess you’re right. Well, if you really want to know the truth…
Max:I do…
Me:…. Welllll…. It’s a weird story.
