Logan introduced the key and opened the door; he placed the shopping bags
on the kitchen counter and went to the living room. " Ally?" He called out
to his daughter but there was no response, then he heard a laugh and headed
for her room. He knocked gently, " Ally, I'm home." He heard more laughing
and decided to go in.
He had turned the guestroom in to her room when he first got her and over the years it had been through some extreme changes. It had dark blue walls and a black ceiling, a king size bed in the center with a black and blue comforter, pillows and sheets. There were two bedside tables with two kaleidoscopic lamps and collection bikes scattered around. On the floor a laid a red, fluffy carpet, over the window a green couch and beside the door a pink arm chair. The walls were full of posters of artists, Harley Davidson, Ninjas and all kinds of bikes; even her phone was a bike. She also had a big black desk with a complete computer system and a stereo. Her gigantic closet was full of all kinds of clothes and shoes, and he had even built a swirl pool in her bathroom.
His daughter was talking idly on the phone and ignored his presence and he took that time to admire her. She was a beautiful 12 year old, long, black hair like her mother had, piercing blue eyes like his and a body that resembled Max's. Logan was always amazed when he saw them together, with her tanned skin and exotic looks she was already a heart-breaker having boys calling her all the time. It was hard for him but since he met Max she helped him a lot.
Finally, tired of being ignored he cleared his throat to get her attention, she turned to look at him and smiled with those cute lips of hers. " Hey daddy, you're home."
" Yeah, are you too busy? 'Cause I'd really like some help with the groceries."
" Nah, it's ok." She turned back to her conversation, " hey Sandy, I'll call you later, I gotta help my dad with the groceries, bye." And she hung the phone and went to hug him. " Nice to see ya dad." She said burying her head on his stomach.
" Nice to see ya too squirt, what have you been up to?" He asked walking with her to the kitchen.
" Not much, I already did my homework." She informed him putting some things in to the fridge. Logan watched how her green tee raised a little and her green shorts lowered on her waist, other than that she had her white Nike sneakers with no socks on and her long hair braided in a ponytail.
" So, what was Sandy saying that was so funny and interesting?" He asked innocently.
" Nothing, just telling me another story of her sister's boyfriend. What she read in her diary. Is Max coming for dinner?" She asked trying to change subjects.
" Don't know, why don't you ask her? And I'd really wish that you and Sandy would stop poking in on something that's not your business." He finished putting some cans on the cupboards and closed them. " I'm gonna take a shower and then I'll start dinner." He rustled her hair and went in to his room.
Alyssa went to his father's office and grabbed the phone; she paged Max and fidgeted with something until the phone rang. She took it immediately, " Yeah?"
" Me hittin' you back, what's up?" Max's edgy voice replied; Alyssa loved her voice.
" Hey Maxie, are you comin' for dinner?" She went right to the point, something she learned from her.
" Oh, hey kiddo. I don't know, I kinda promised Cindy I'd hang with her at Crash tonight." Ally sighed and thought of something.
" But you haven't had dinner with us this week, you can eat and then leave or better yet, you can take me with you." She suggested eagerly and Max pictured her eyes lighting up.
" Sorry Al, you know I can't do that. You remember what your father kindly informed me the last time. Max winced as she remembered Logan's words, If you take my kid back in to Crash, I'll put the smack down on your ass.
" At least come a be with us for a while." She begged.
" Listen, Cindy's callin' me, I'll call you later."
" Ok." She sat by the phone until it rang again. " Yeah?"
" Ok Al, Cindy's been dumped and she needs me so I guess I won't even be goin' to Crash tonight. But I'll come tomorrow."
" Can't you come for a little while, please?"
" I already told you Ally, I can't and my girl needs me."
" You don't know how much of that is true." Ally said before hanging up.
" Al…Ally, please…Alyssa…oh man." Max sighed and hung up.
Alyssa sat on the couch looking very annoyed when Logan came out and looked at her with worried eyes. " What's the matter squirt? Is Max coming?" He asked innocently.
" Max who?" Was the response as she stomped her way in to her room. Logan sighed.
" Here we go again." He muttered to himself.
After making dinner he called Alyssa but there was no reply so he decided to check. He knocked on her door but still there was no reply, so he wandered in. She was buried under her enormous amount of pillows and sheets of bright colors and weird shapes.
" Ally? What happened?" He asked starting to worry. She sat up revealing her flushed face and puffy eyes. " Why were you crying honey?"
" Am I such a bad kid?" Logan gasped in shock and shook his head vigorously.
" Of course not baby, you're the greatest kid ever."
" You're just saying that 'cause you're my dad and it's your job to make me feel better. Thanks, anyway." She turned to the other side and sighed. " If I'm such a great kid, why doesn't Max want me?" It dawned to Logan and smiled.
" Is this because she hasn't been here everyday? You know she adores you; she's just been very busy and doesn't have time to come. But she calls you and you call her all the time." Ally turned to him again and gave him a stern look.
" Max has better things to do than be here with me, she's only 20 years old, besides it's not her job to take care of me, she's not my mom." Hey eyes teared up again and he caressed her hair.
" Honey I-" He was interrupted with a look.
" It's ok dad, can we talk tomorrow? I'm beat." She faked a yawn for the excuse's sake and Logan nodded.
" Ok honey, goodnight." He kissed her forehead and left her.
The next morning Logan was up and about making breakfast; he made chocolate chip pancakes for Alyssa, eggs sunny side up, bacon and a side of toast, all this accompanied by fresh milk and orange juice. Alyssa walked out of her room clad in a bright yellow miniskirt, a white tee and a soft yellow sweater. Her dark hair loose and her small reading glasses framed her eyes.
Logan smiled at her, " morning, squirt, sleep ok?" She smiled and sat on the counter as her father served her breakfast.
" Pretty good." She started to eat while humming a song.
" You seem pretty happy, wanna tell your old man about it?" Alyssa smiled, she knew her father's curious nature but she wasn't ready to tell just yet.
He had turned the guestroom in to her room when he first got her and over the years it had been through some extreme changes. It had dark blue walls and a black ceiling, a king size bed in the center with a black and blue comforter, pillows and sheets. There were two bedside tables with two kaleidoscopic lamps and collection bikes scattered around. On the floor a laid a red, fluffy carpet, over the window a green couch and beside the door a pink arm chair. The walls were full of posters of artists, Harley Davidson, Ninjas and all kinds of bikes; even her phone was a bike. She also had a big black desk with a complete computer system and a stereo. Her gigantic closet was full of all kinds of clothes and shoes, and he had even built a swirl pool in her bathroom.
His daughter was talking idly on the phone and ignored his presence and he took that time to admire her. She was a beautiful 12 year old, long, black hair like her mother had, piercing blue eyes like his and a body that resembled Max's. Logan was always amazed when he saw them together, with her tanned skin and exotic looks she was already a heart-breaker having boys calling her all the time. It was hard for him but since he met Max she helped him a lot.
Finally, tired of being ignored he cleared his throat to get her attention, she turned to look at him and smiled with those cute lips of hers. " Hey daddy, you're home."
" Yeah, are you too busy? 'Cause I'd really like some help with the groceries."
" Nah, it's ok." She turned back to her conversation, " hey Sandy, I'll call you later, I gotta help my dad with the groceries, bye." And she hung the phone and went to hug him. " Nice to see ya dad." She said burying her head on his stomach.
" Nice to see ya too squirt, what have you been up to?" He asked walking with her to the kitchen.
" Not much, I already did my homework." She informed him putting some things in to the fridge. Logan watched how her green tee raised a little and her green shorts lowered on her waist, other than that she had her white Nike sneakers with no socks on and her long hair braided in a ponytail.
" So, what was Sandy saying that was so funny and interesting?" He asked innocently.
" Nothing, just telling me another story of her sister's boyfriend. What she read in her diary. Is Max coming for dinner?" She asked trying to change subjects.
" Don't know, why don't you ask her? And I'd really wish that you and Sandy would stop poking in on something that's not your business." He finished putting some cans on the cupboards and closed them. " I'm gonna take a shower and then I'll start dinner." He rustled her hair and went in to his room.
Alyssa went to his father's office and grabbed the phone; she paged Max and fidgeted with something until the phone rang. She took it immediately, " Yeah?"
" Me hittin' you back, what's up?" Max's edgy voice replied; Alyssa loved her voice.
" Hey Maxie, are you comin' for dinner?" She went right to the point, something she learned from her.
" Oh, hey kiddo. I don't know, I kinda promised Cindy I'd hang with her at Crash tonight." Ally sighed and thought of something.
" But you haven't had dinner with us this week, you can eat and then leave or better yet, you can take me with you." She suggested eagerly and Max pictured her eyes lighting up.
" Sorry Al, you know I can't do that. You remember what your father kindly informed me the last time. Max winced as she remembered Logan's words, If you take my kid back in to Crash, I'll put the smack down on your ass.
" At least come a be with us for a while." She begged.
" Listen, Cindy's callin' me, I'll call you later."
" Ok." She sat by the phone until it rang again. " Yeah?"
" Ok Al, Cindy's been dumped and she needs me so I guess I won't even be goin' to Crash tonight. But I'll come tomorrow."
" Can't you come for a little while, please?"
" I already told you Ally, I can't and my girl needs me."
" You don't know how much of that is true." Ally said before hanging up.
" Al…Ally, please…Alyssa…oh man." Max sighed and hung up.
Alyssa sat on the couch looking very annoyed when Logan came out and looked at her with worried eyes. " What's the matter squirt? Is Max coming?" He asked innocently.
" Max who?" Was the response as she stomped her way in to her room. Logan sighed.
" Here we go again." He muttered to himself.
After making dinner he called Alyssa but there was no reply so he decided to check. He knocked on her door but still there was no reply, so he wandered in. She was buried under her enormous amount of pillows and sheets of bright colors and weird shapes.
" Ally? What happened?" He asked starting to worry. She sat up revealing her flushed face and puffy eyes. " Why were you crying honey?"
" Am I such a bad kid?" Logan gasped in shock and shook his head vigorously.
" Of course not baby, you're the greatest kid ever."
" You're just saying that 'cause you're my dad and it's your job to make me feel better. Thanks, anyway." She turned to the other side and sighed. " If I'm such a great kid, why doesn't Max want me?" It dawned to Logan and smiled.
" Is this because she hasn't been here everyday? You know she adores you; she's just been very busy and doesn't have time to come. But she calls you and you call her all the time." Ally turned to him again and gave him a stern look.
" Max has better things to do than be here with me, she's only 20 years old, besides it's not her job to take care of me, she's not my mom." Hey eyes teared up again and he caressed her hair.
" Honey I-" He was interrupted with a look.
" It's ok dad, can we talk tomorrow? I'm beat." She faked a yawn for the excuse's sake and Logan nodded.
" Ok honey, goodnight." He kissed her forehead and left her.
The next morning Logan was up and about making breakfast; he made chocolate chip pancakes for Alyssa, eggs sunny side up, bacon and a side of toast, all this accompanied by fresh milk and orange juice. Alyssa walked out of her room clad in a bright yellow miniskirt, a white tee and a soft yellow sweater. Her dark hair loose and her small reading glasses framed her eyes.
Logan smiled at her, " morning, squirt, sleep ok?" She smiled and sat on the counter as her father served her breakfast.
" Pretty good." She started to eat while humming a song.
" You seem pretty happy, wanna tell your old man about it?" Alyssa smiled, she knew her father's curious nature but she wasn't ready to tell just yet.