Disclaimer- Max and Logan belong to Mr. Sink-a-boat and his little eggman
friend (does anyone else feel sorry for this guy?). The song belongs to
someone who isn't me... I have know idea who though
Summary- Max hears a song and ponders the virus (sounds bad, but please read it anyway)
* Sigh * Max wandered over to the other side of her apartment where the old pre-pulse radio sat. ' Maybe some music will help me feel better...listening to rain can get boring after a while' Or maybe Logan will feed me. 'Then again, look what happened last time' she thought bitterly. click radio-on.
Some old hip song blasted out.
"... Girl you're my angel
you're my darling angel..."
'nope...'
"...the heart is a lonely hunter..."
'not that one'
" she misses his gentle touch
and the way he used to make her laugh..."
'and what's this?'
Then a clap of thunder loud enough to shake the building accompanied with a streak of lighting bright enough to make in feel like noon intercepted to radio waves. Max tried desperately to get the station back, but all she got was that annoying rap junk. She thought about what the song had said, and about the virus. ' Its like it was me..'
She sat up. This is crazy, it doesn't have to be this way. 'Its not like we touched much before. Except that kiss...No! Don't think about how much you want to kiss him, just think about how nice it is to talk to him, and how good his food is.'
She sighed again. 'Like I'm ever going to be able to do that. I am hungry though, so I might as well try.' And with that thought, she went off to Logan's house, to see if he might feed her. And yes, it was still pouring rain.
Summary- Max hears a song and ponders the virus (sounds bad, but please read it anyway)
* Sigh * Max wandered over to the other side of her apartment where the old pre-pulse radio sat. ' Maybe some music will help me feel better...listening to rain can get boring after a while' Or maybe Logan will feed me. 'Then again, look what happened last time' she thought bitterly. click radio-on.
Some old hip song blasted out.
"... Girl you're my angel
you're my darling angel..."
'nope...'
"...the heart is a lonely hunter..."
'not that one'
" she misses his gentle touch
and the way he used to make her laugh..."
'and what's this?'
Then a clap of thunder loud enough to shake the building accompanied with a streak of lighting bright enough to make in feel like noon intercepted to radio waves. Max tried desperately to get the station back, but all she got was that annoying rap junk. She thought about what the song had said, and about the virus. ' Its like it was me..'
She sat up. This is crazy, it doesn't have to be this way. 'Its not like we touched much before. Except that kiss...No! Don't think about how much you want to kiss him, just think about how nice it is to talk to him, and how good his food is.'
She sighed again. 'Like I'm ever going to be able to do that. I am hungry though, so I might as well try.' And with that thought, she went off to Logan's house, to see if he might feed her. And yes, it was still pouring rain.