More Than Just a Summer Fling
By Jade
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Dark Angel. If I did, the show would still be alive and kickin'. But, for once, one of the characters in the story, Heather, is mine even though she's based on my best friend, also named Heather...but we'll not get started with that.
Time Frame: Total AU, 2005, Pulse hasn't happened yet, and Max isn't a biosynth.
Summary: It's 2005 and Logan Cale has just returned from one of the greatest and most hellish summers of his life. Will he be able to survive the year without seeing or knowing where the girl he fell in love with is?
Author's Note: Got this idea in Human Geography of all places *eyebrow action*. This is inspired by (but doesn't really fit) a challenge off of DAR which was a character telling about their summer vacation.
TO ALL THOSE ASKING ME ABOUT THE AGE! READ MY AUTHOR'S NOTE RIGHT HERE: I know, I know, Max and Logan's age gap had kinda decreased; it was done intentionally!
Thanks to Amanda, Lanna, and Elisha, my awesome betas who have spent so much time correcting my noun of direct addresses and spelling errors!
Music suggestion when reading sad parts of fic: "Roads" by Portishead. : )
One - Heavy Clouds and Happier Times
The heavy clouds overhead boomed as rain continued to pour out of them like faucets on full power. Great, he thought. Weather to match my mood. It was the worst way to start the school year: rainy and wet. Rain droplets streamed down the car's body as he pulled into one of the last remaining parking spaces in the packed lot. Logan killed the life of the car, grabbed his companion in the passenger seat, and slung it on his shoulder.
As he stepped out of his car, the rain slipped down his back, welcoming his face with wet kisses. Sighing, he started the long trek across the sea of cement to the place he dreaded the most, Seattle High School. Once he stepped though those doors, he would have to say goodbye to the happenings of the past two months and move onward to new things and new people. But no matter what he did or how much he tried, Logan couldn't get her out of his mind. She had been locked in his brain ever since he had first laid his eyes on her.
'Yes! Finally some time away from Jonas, Margot, and Bennett's clingy girlfriend.'
Logan walked through the doors of the bookstore only to be bombarded with the smell of new books waiting to read and fresh coffee waiting to be drunk. He inhaled the scents he knew and loved and made a beeline to the blank book section. He had so many things to capture in Los Angeles: poems, ideas, thoughts, memories. It was a tradition he had started several years ago during his first summer in LA, when his parents dumped him at his dreaded Uncle Jonas and Aunt Margot's own corporate hell while they jetted off to god-knows-where.
Logan walked down the aisle, closely examining each book. He wanted one that was perfect for this summer. His eyes rested on a bright pink journal riddled with flowers. 'No, too girly.' His eyes jumped onto a screaming red one. 'Nope, too bright.' He lifted up a small leather journal and opened the cover to look at the price tag. 'Way too expensive.'
His sharp, blue eyes scanned the shelves further until they stopped on a solitary, black, cloth-covered journal with a rounded spine. A smile spread on his face. 'Perfect.' As he reached over to grab it, his hand collided with another hand, sending volts of electricity coursing throughout his body. They both jumped back, both feeling the surge of power, dropped the journal on the floor, and looked at each other with shocked looks on their faces. He stopped in his tracks.
'Oh my god.'
The hand had belonged to a girl with crazy, chestnut curls slightly framing her face with warm, brown eyes blazing. Her lips were a little pouty and full of a red hue no man could ever reproduce, no matter how hard he tried. 'Wow.'
The girl scowled at him with fiery eyes. "I had it first."
Her voice slapped him out of his thoughts with its intensity. "W-what?" 'Way to go Cale, can't even say one word in front of her!'
"I had it first, so don't even try taking it from me. If you do, I'll scream bloody murder so loud your grandparents can hear it. Got it?"
"Max!" An older girl walked up to her and put her arm around Max's shoulders. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you! I tried to send you some vibes, but I guess they weren't strong enough." The older girl chuckled inwardly at some joke Logan didn't know. She eyed the two of them standing next to each other, Max with her typical angry eyes, and a rather handsome, dumbfounded stranger gawking at her sister. An unreadable look passed her face. "I just found the greatest dream book on the planet... Come on, I'll show you."
She steered Max out of the aisle, leaving Logan standing there, stunned. 'Max, huh?'
He grabbed a blue cloth journal similar to the black one and ran out of the aisle. 'Now where do they put the books about dreams...'
Logan walked to the focal point of the bookstore and looked up and down each aisle, only to find old or middle-aged people looking at sad books about quick weight loss and chicken soup. He looked down the last aisle and found her talking to the older girl, probably a friend or older sister. "What do you mean 'What sexual tension?' He was completely hung up on you, baby sister. I was starting to go blind with all the looks he was giving you!"
Max tried to open her mouth in rebuttal, but her sister cut her off again. "Remember, Max, denial gets you nowhere. Accepting that you like him is the first step."
Logan casually walked up and opened a random book he had pulled from the shelf. He cleared his throat and they both turned around. Startled, Max's face turned bright red and she tried to run, but her sister stopped her and murmured something he couldn't pick up. Max's sister retreated out of the aisle, giving her a little look that said, "If you back out of this one, I will hurt you."
"You're gonna pay for this one, Heather!"
Heather's laugh floated down another aisle. "I always seem to, don't I?"
Logan laughed softly as Max turned to face him.
"Logan Cale." He extended his hand out cordially, but she made no effort to take it.
"Are you sure it isn't Stalker?" she quipped, her tone laced with sarcasm.
Logan cocked his head and stroked his chin. "No... No. Well, last time I checked it wasn't, but I could be wrong."
She looked at his book and raised an eyebrow. "How to Read Your Sex Dreams?"
Logan's face turned red as he looked at the book he had randomly grabbed. Max burst out laughing; Logan shoved the book in an empty space. 'Great impression, Cale, just great! I'm never gonna live that one down..'
"I was wondering," he started, scrambling to recover from his embarrassing mishap, "what are you doing right now? There's this great little café on Sa-"
Max cut him off, angry and offended, "Don't hit on me! I don't like you! Don't you get that? I don't! If it weren't for you, I'd be outta here and on the strip with my sister! But nooooo, you just had to choose the same journal as I did, bump into me, and follow me!"
"Max, hear me out." He could feel her slowly slipping away from him.
"So how often do you hit on girls younger than you?" she snapped bitterly. "Because seriously, if you think I'm one of those girls you use as arm jewelry, think again."
Max turned around in a huff and started to look for Heather. She needed some air.
"Max." Logan reached forward and grabbed her arm.
Max spun around, her face inches from his. She could feel his minty breath and the slight scent of laundry soap radiating from his body. Her hardened expression softened a little as she looked into his sparkling, blue eyes on a face seasoned with stubble. Her mind suddenly went blank and the rebuttal for whatever he was about to say flew out her brain.
"I never hit on anyone unless they're really worth it." He moved in a little closer, letting her cherry scent drown his senses. "How about that café?"
"She would love to!" a voice yelled from the aisle behind them.
Max groaned and tried her best to put on a scowl, but a smile kept creeping on her face. "Heather, don't expect a birthday present for a couple years!" she shouted over the bookcase, only to be answered with fits of laughter.
Logan straightened and held out his arm in a gentlemanly fashion. "Shall we?"
"I don't exactly have a choice, now do I?" Max brushed past him and headed for the cashier's, leaving Logan standing there.
Max turned on her heel to face him once again and put her hand on her hip. "Come on, Mr. Stalker, I hafta pay before we blaze!"
Logan smiled curtly and followed her with his journal in hand. 'This is gonna be one helluva summer.'
Logan walked through the doors of Seattle High School and was immediately hit by cold air.
School air conditioning... Ugh.
As he walked farther into school, he felt the warm aura of summer slip away. He turned to face the door, feeling the memories the summer dash towards back into the rain. Sighing, he walked to his locker.
So it begins.
By Jade
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Dark Angel. If I did, the show would still be alive and kickin'. But, for once, one of the characters in the story, Heather, is mine even though she's based on my best friend, also named Heather...but we'll not get started with that.
Time Frame: Total AU, 2005, Pulse hasn't happened yet, and Max isn't a biosynth.
Summary: It's 2005 and Logan Cale has just returned from one of the greatest and most hellish summers of his life. Will he be able to survive the year without seeing or knowing where the girl he fell in love with is?
Author's Note: Got this idea in Human Geography of all places *eyebrow action*. This is inspired by (but doesn't really fit) a challenge off of DAR which was a character telling about their summer vacation.
TO ALL THOSE ASKING ME ABOUT THE AGE! READ MY AUTHOR'S NOTE RIGHT HERE: I know, I know, Max and Logan's age gap had kinda decreased; it was done intentionally!
Thanks to Amanda, Lanna, and Elisha, my awesome betas who have spent so much time correcting my noun of direct addresses and spelling errors!
Music suggestion when reading sad parts of fic: "Roads" by Portishead. : )
One - Heavy Clouds and Happier Times
The heavy clouds overhead boomed as rain continued to pour out of them like faucets on full power. Great, he thought. Weather to match my mood. It was the worst way to start the school year: rainy and wet. Rain droplets streamed down the car's body as he pulled into one of the last remaining parking spaces in the packed lot. Logan killed the life of the car, grabbed his companion in the passenger seat, and slung it on his shoulder.
As he stepped out of his car, the rain slipped down his back, welcoming his face with wet kisses. Sighing, he started the long trek across the sea of cement to the place he dreaded the most, Seattle High School. Once he stepped though those doors, he would have to say goodbye to the happenings of the past two months and move onward to new things and new people. But no matter what he did or how much he tried, Logan couldn't get her out of his mind. She had been locked in his brain ever since he had first laid his eyes on her.
'Yes! Finally some time away from Jonas, Margot, and Bennett's clingy girlfriend.'
Logan walked through the doors of the bookstore only to be bombarded with the smell of new books waiting to read and fresh coffee waiting to be drunk. He inhaled the scents he knew and loved and made a beeline to the blank book section. He had so many things to capture in Los Angeles: poems, ideas, thoughts, memories. It was a tradition he had started several years ago during his first summer in LA, when his parents dumped him at his dreaded Uncle Jonas and Aunt Margot's own corporate hell while they jetted off to god-knows-where.
Logan walked down the aisle, closely examining each book. He wanted one that was perfect for this summer. His eyes rested on a bright pink journal riddled with flowers. 'No, too girly.' His eyes jumped onto a screaming red one. 'Nope, too bright.' He lifted up a small leather journal and opened the cover to look at the price tag. 'Way too expensive.'
His sharp, blue eyes scanned the shelves further until they stopped on a solitary, black, cloth-covered journal with a rounded spine. A smile spread on his face. 'Perfect.' As he reached over to grab it, his hand collided with another hand, sending volts of electricity coursing throughout his body. They both jumped back, both feeling the surge of power, dropped the journal on the floor, and looked at each other with shocked looks on their faces. He stopped in his tracks.
'Oh my god.'
The hand had belonged to a girl with crazy, chestnut curls slightly framing her face with warm, brown eyes blazing. Her lips were a little pouty and full of a red hue no man could ever reproduce, no matter how hard he tried. 'Wow.'
The girl scowled at him with fiery eyes. "I had it first."
Her voice slapped him out of his thoughts with its intensity. "W-what?" 'Way to go Cale, can't even say one word in front of her!'
"I had it first, so don't even try taking it from me. If you do, I'll scream bloody murder so loud your grandparents can hear it. Got it?"
"Max!" An older girl walked up to her and put her arm around Max's shoulders. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you! I tried to send you some vibes, but I guess they weren't strong enough." The older girl chuckled inwardly at some joke Logan didn't know. She eyed the two of them standing next to each other, Max with her typical angry eyes, and a rather handsome, dumbfounded stranger gawking at her sister. An unreadable look passed her face. "I just found the greatest dream book on the planet... Come on, I'll show you."
She steered Max out of the aisle, leaving Logan standing there, stunned. 'Max, huh?'
He grabbed a blue cloth journal similar to the black one and ran out of the aisle. 'Now where do they put the books about dreams...'
Logan walked to the focal point of the bookstore and looked up and down each aisle, only to find old or middle-aged people looking at sad books about quick weight loss and chicken soup. He looked down the last aisle and found her talking to the older girl, probably a friend or older sister. "What do you mean 'What sexual tension?' He was completely hung up on you, baby sister. I was starting to go blind with all the looks he was giving you!"
Max tried to open her mouth in rebuttal, but her sister cut her off again. "Remember, Max, denial gets you nowhere. Accepting that you like him is the first step."
Logan casually walked up and opened a random book he had pulled from the shelf. He cleared his throat and they both turned around. Startled, Max's face turned bright red and she tried to run, but her sister stopped her and murmured something he couldn't pick up. Max's sister retreated out of the aisle, giving her a little look that said, "If you back out of this one, I will hurt you."
"You're gonna pay for this one, Heather!"
Heather's laugh floated down another aisle. "I always seem to, don't I?"
Logan laughed softly as Max turned to face him.
"Logan Cale." He extended his hand out cordially, but she made no effort to take it.
"Are you sure it isn't Stalker?" she quipped, her tone laced with sarcasm.
Logan cocked his head and stroked his chin. "No... No. Well, last time I checked it wasn't, but I could be wrong."
She looked at his book and raised an eyebrow. "How to Read Your Sex Dreams?"
Logan's face turned red as he looked at the book he had randomly grabbed. Max burst out laughing; Logan shoved the book in an empty space. 'Great impression, Cale, just great! I'm never gonna live that one down..'
"I was wondering," he started, scrambling to recover from his embarrassing mishap, "what are you doing right now? There's this great little café on Sa-"
Max cut him off, angry and offended, "Don't hit on me! I don't like you! Don't you get that? I don't! If it weren't for you, I'd be outta here and on the strip with my sister! But nooooo, you just had to choose the same journal as I did, bump into me, and follow me!"
"Max, hear me out." He could feel her slowly slipping away from him.
"So how often do you hit on girls younger than you?" she snapped bitterly. "Because seriously, if you think I'm one of those girls you use as arm jewelry, think again."
Max turned around in a huff and started to look for Heather. She needed some air.
"Max." Logan reached forward and grabbed her arm.
Max spun around, her face inches from his. She could feel his minty breath and the slight scent of laundry soap radiating from his body. Her hardened expression softened a little as she looked into his sparkling, blue eyes on a face seasoned with stubble. Her mind suddenly went blank and the rebuttal for whatever he was about to say flew out her brain.
"I never hit on anyone unless they're really worth it." He moved in a little closer, letting her cherry scent drown his senses. "How about that café?"
"She would love to!" a voice yelled from the aisle behind them.
Max groaned and tried her best to put on a scowl, but a smile kept creeping on her face. "Heather, don't expect a birthday present for a couple years!" she shouted over the bookcase, only to be answered with fits of laughter.
Logan straightened and held out his arm in a gentlemanly fashion. "Shall we?"
"I don't exactly have a choice, now do I?" Max brushed past him and headed for the cashier's, leaving Logan standing there.
Max turned on her heel to face him once again and put her hand on her hip. "Come on, Mr. Stalker, I hafta pay before we blaze!"
Logan smiled curtly and followed her with his journal in hand. 'This is gonna be one helluva summer.'
Logan walked through the doors of Seattle High School and was immediately hit by cold air.
School air conditioning... Ugh.
As he walked farther into school, he felt the warm aura of summer slip away. He turned to face the door, feeling the memories the summer dash towards back into the rain. Sighing, he walked to his locker.
So it begins.