Fifteen minutes later Sam walked into Max's dorm and saw Max laying down on the bed, throwing his red ball into the air.
Sam sighed. 'Idiot! Predictable as always... instead of going out there, and doing something. He was in here moping.'
He walked over to the bed.
"Go sit on the couch clueless. I need the bed to lay down. I am exhausted." Sam said, shoving his friend without waiting for a response physically or verbally at all. Max rolled off the bed to the ground and groaned in annoyance.
He walked past Sam and got a toothy grin on his face.
"Wow, how was taking it?" Max asked cheekily, momentarily distracted from his own problem.
"That was fast, it's only been like an hour and a half since I ditched you guys in the hallway outside class."
Sam looked annoyed, then glared at his friend. But then smirked.
"Pretty good actually."
Max opened his mouth, thought better of saying anything about it and grinned instead.
