Ok readers this is going to be written in alternating points of view between Alec and Max, who knows I might throw in a chapter from Joshua's POV at some point. It might be a bit confusing the point of my writing it this way so if you have questions after reading chapter two when i post it feel free to ask and I will do my best to explain what I am trying to do. And remember your three R's Read Review and Rate, and an F if you feel like making it a Favorite
It was disgusting really to watch those two making gah gah eyes at each other all the damn time. I don't even want to think about how insufferable they would be if that virus wasn't keeping them from touching under the threat of death. Crash was in full swing, with people who were all looking to forget the world outside.
Me, I wanted to forget one little spunky brunette who was currently making said "gah gah" eyes at our resident martyr Logan. God, just being in the same room as those two was making me nauseous. What is it that Max sees in him I wonder? Is she still clinging to her hopes at a "normal" life? Nah it was more likely she was holding onto a relationship that had no hope of working out in order to shut herself off from any real feelings.
For such a fearless being Max sure was afraid anything that might wound her heart. Maybe I am the pathetic one. Watching her from the bar, milking my scotch to drag out the time I had to observe her. Not that she noticed. Of course not, I wasn't even a blip on her radar when he was around. Hell, I'm barely on the map when Logan isn't around.
Damn she looked good sitting there, legs stretched out wearing her usual tank top and jeans. Almost as if she knew I was thinking about her, Max locks eyes with me from her table with our dear Eyes Only, who was no doubt going on about some mission of his to "save the world". Putting on my ever present shit eating grin I simply raise my glass to Maxie in mock salute. As per usual she rolls her eyes at my antics and goes back to her Logan time.
I decided that I had suffered enough for one night, so I downed the rest of my drink and headed out of the bar. As soon as I make it to the alleyway I regret having not brought my bike. Fuck Seattle and its fucking rain. Sighing I hunch my shoulders and start heading home, silently praying to make it to my apartment before getting soaked.
"Alec!"
Well would you look at that, little Maxie came after me. Pausing without turning I respond."Yes, my dear Maxie?" In her customary response she delivers a decisively aggravated smack to the back of my head. Rubbing a hand over my abused head, I turn to glare at the woman who has been plaguing my thoughts. For a minute we just stand there staring at each other as I wait for her to berate me for whatever it is that I screwed up now. Isn't that how it always is with her, humph as if she could be bothered to actually talk to me unless it's to rip me a new one.
"What is your problem Alec? You've been acting like a bigger ass than usual." And there it is, so she doesn't appreciate my attitude, well right back at ya sister.
"Always so blunt Max. It's what I love about you." I respond with a sneer. My anger is on a short leash tonight I know and if a fight is what Max wants, then this time I wouldn't simply stand there and take her shit. No I am not in the mood for little miss righteous and her high fucking horse. Yet glaring down at her she surprised me by just throwing her hands up in surrender and turning to stalk towards her beloved Ninja.
"I'm not in the mood to fight Alec. I just gonna ask if you wanted to catch a ride with me." Thankfully her back was turned so she couldn't see my confused expression at her offer. So she doesn't want to fight. Unsure of this turn of events I ask in a snide tone,"Since when do we carpool?"
Pausing upon reaching her ride I could see the frustration on her face when she turned to answer me. "Ugh, you know what? Forget it. I don't know what I was thinking?" Could it be that she actually cares, that she doesn't want me walking home in the rain? My curiosity was piqued by this whole very un-Max like encounter. Cocking my head to the side I watch her mount her bike and start the engine as she shakes her head in what I can only guess is anger that I would be so rude as to basically throw her offer right back in her face.
Never before had anything I said gotten under her skin, so why did this affect her. I had to unravel this mystery, so blurring after her I call "Wait up." She pauses just as she is about to take off, and waits for me to hop on. Huh, I wonder why she's acting so strange. Maybe she needs a favor.