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Wassup peeps? This author's note is dedicated to all the reviewers from my last chapter and a notice that I have started a new community that is an archive of all the Rogan fictions that I thought were amazing. So those of you that think you might be interested check out my profile and I'm sure that you'll be mighty pleased with me!
And now for the amazing reviewers/editors out there:
Guest- Thank you so much! I didn't realise what a stupid mistake that was and I guess I should have probably spotted that when I proof read it, but I didn't so I am forever in your debt!
Whylime- I took a look at my story on the website and saw that you were totally right, I need to give shorter paragraphs and more line breaks! I gave myself a headache trying to read my own fiction (which is not a good thing, and I think I did a better job on it this time round!).
RKF22- Thanks for the tip on the back rub, but unfortunately for me I'm pretty touchy about the whole 'skin to skin contact' thing. But I really appreciated that you were the only one to even try to help me.
Elle- Hi, you commented on how your knowledge of Canada (derived from being Canadian) made you see some holes in my plot line. First I would like to remind you that Canada is a very large piece of land, so I don't expect you to know everything about it. I lived in Langley, it's a real place, and there actually is a restaurant called Adrian's at the Airport, so for your comment on the 'salmon thing' I can tell you, confidently, that you are incorrect. I lived next to a salmon farm, in fact. Though I can understand how you may not have heard of it (my mom always got lots of salmon for really cheap so every time I smell it I feel like running to Victoria's Island). I respect that you can make an observation like 'most authors base their knowledge of Canada of what they have seen in the movies' but I will do no such thing. As for your comment on traveling across Canada, I realize that it is impossible, but I don't think that you have taken into account that I never said that they drove across Canada in one day. (If I did say otherwise I encourage you to quote it in a comment as proof, and I apologise). I am Canadian; I used my knowledge of Canada.
So for now, I'm going to take the fact that there were not many critique reviews as a good thing, but I urge you to continue because it gives me something that I can improve on and improvement is something that I desperately need.
Now on with the story!
Logan's exit from the diner was hasty, and left me slightly disgruntled. Marlinda slid into the booth and put her chin into the palms of her hands, she gave me a pointed stare.
"What?" I asked defensively
"That is your boyfriend?"
The short brunette who I had met only a half hour ago was the closest friend I'd had in a very long time, she immediately put all her trust in me and wasn't afraid to ask questions. I found that extremely odd, probably because back in New York with their mentality, people were afraid that if they asked question then I would kill them.
"He is not my boyfriend"
"Then what was that?" she slid closer the table, fiddling with some salt and pepper shakers.
What was that? I loved Logan, and I knew he loved me. I know that he isn't very good with words, so his actions speak louder. Bringing a girl back to your past speaks pretty loud.
"I don't know" I answered, deciding that Logan and I were going to have a good, long chat about this later.
Marlinda preoccupied herself with busting the tables while I sipped on my lemonade, thoughts of Logan and my relationship were buzzing around my head. We had jumped into everything so fast, or so slow, our relationship had been building up since the first time we met. The line from when we crossed from friends to more was blurred and hazy. With Logan's healing ability, I had made more contact with him that anyone else. There was no burst of fireworks when we first touched, just a buzz of electricity that grew and grew.
I never knew where I stood with Logan, but I always had solid footing. We never felt the need to fill the time spent together with idle chit chat, or the need to discover something new, dig up old dirt.
He was irrational, over protective and untrusting. He was completely perfect and with that thought planted firmly in my head, I realised that I needed to see him. Now.
"Marlinda" I pinched my coat from the hook, "do you guys have any Mechanics around here?"
I can't say exactly why I thought he would be there, it just seemed like my instincts were pulling him towards me, the little wolverine that I had absorbed from him pushing me in the right direction.
Marlinda was quick to gather up her stuff and close up shop for the night. With a shove and a clank the door shut, and Marlinda hurried me into her Chevy truck.
Conversation struck quickly on the short drive to the shop, her interest in Logan and my relationship was endearing, as she had admitted to me that she has never had a serious guy in her life at all.
"How did you guys meet?" she asked over the homey familiarity of the humming engine.
Canadians sure were nice and all, but nosey as hell. "I hid in a trailer with his bike after I saw him leavin' the bar."
"Bar?"
"Yep" I smiled to myself, "He was fightin' that night and I needed a ride to the next city, but then he found me hidin' in the back"
She took a shark intake of breath, quite the animated listener I observed.
"He chucked me out and drove off." I took a breath, about to continue, but noticed her shoulders visible falling as the bubble of anticipation popped with the bluntness of my story telling.
"but then he came back and we've stuck together like glue ever since."
She eyeballed me sneakily "And just how much glue was between you?" I tilted my head in confusion, "or rather" she continued "What wasn't between you… clothes?"
The chocolate milkshake that I grabbed before leaving spewed out of my mouth faster than when I found out that Ikeas Swedish meatballs were laced with horse meat, the window now covered with sheen of the dark brown substance.
"N-No!" I choked out, "We aren't…" I trailed off; making gesture's that even a translator couldn't understand.
"Oh"
"We've only been together for a few days; I don't think that we're ready for that yet"
She nodded her head in understanding, but the rest of the drive was spent in silence. When we arrived at the garage the main door was closed and she guided me around to the back entrance.
She huffed, annoyed at the bulky metal door that wouldn't open for her, with a stature like a pixie, I wasn't surprised at the strenuous amount of energy she had spent.
I stepped in front of her, raising my hands up to make her back away a bit, I inspected the door carefully, taking what few tips my bastard of a father had given me and leaning down to inspect the lock. I took three steps back and ran at the door full force.
The door buckled beneath my weight and clicked open, Marlinda gave me an appreciative look before strolling down the hallway and into the big cement room, with me a few steps behind.
I could see Logan cradling a beer in his hand with the other latched firmly around a pool stick. A large, burley man was cussing in the corner with a few rather dismal looking fellows.
I walked over to my man and wrapped my arm around his waist, "Hey sugah, thought you were doing some errands?" he lowered his head, looking slightly ashamed that I had found him while he was supposed to be running errands. I didn't care. I wasn't really paying much attention to his words but his envious body that was so clearly on display.
"I got kinda distracted darlin', but I got a job" he sounded happy but I could tell that he had added the last part on in an attempt to get me to let him off the hook.
I smiled at his odd ways, vying for my approval. I smiled and pecked him on the lips, cigars and beer was all that I could taste, it was euphoric in the most delicious way. He led me over to the fridge where he got me some Dead Frog Pale Ale, my favorite kind. I chugged it down quickly, eager to get the 'Best Damn Town Tour That You'll Ever Get In Your Whole Damn Life' that Marlinda had promised me.
With a kiss for the road I set off down the hallway and back to the car, making my way through the crippled door frame.
"Marie!" Marlinda bashed her hand on the hood of the car, "We're here!"
I had drifted off quickly on the ride to Porter's Coffee Shop, but looking out the window I could see a quaint looking building with the front glass panels smashed in and covered my cardboard.
"What happened to the shop?" I asked, a passerby who must have over heard me answer my question efficiently, "Some crack head kid from Abbotsford didn't know how to use a damn round-about!" The old man barked, nothing I wasn't used to from Jean Gray, resident bitch. The lady besides him, who I assumed was his wife, patted the back of his hand.
"Don't mind him Darlin', he's just mad that his favorite cuckoo clock was destroyed in the process."
"Cuckoo clock?"
"Oh yes! Don't you know?" I shook my head, "Ms. Porter sponsors artists every month, unfortunately this month it was Cody, our godson. We were about to buy a piece that he made when the accident happened, it's all rather tragic" as the old lady rattled on I found myself agreeing to dinner, not without my request to bring a friend of course, Marlinda stood aside, visibly bemused by Ursula, the lady, and her antics.
Out of the corner of my ever I saw a flop of brown hair and a sparkle of green eyes that seemed to be heading towards us, he reminded me so much of Cody, but that might just have been because the name had been brought up.
As the boy drew closer I quickly realised that it was Cody, flesh and blood and not in a coma. He headed for Ursula, not realising that I was there. He pecked her on the cheek and my new friend wheeled him around to face me.
"Cody, this is Marie, she's new in town. Marie, this is my Cody"
His eyes flashed with recognition and something else that I couldn't quite name. It might have been guilt but it could have been blame.
"Marie?" he whispered, knowing full well who I was, even though I had hoped that maybe time would have worked more magic on his memory than it did on my appearance.
So there was only very select words that could be appropriate at times like this,
"Oh crap".
For those of you who have asked about my updating, I usually try to update within three weeks but since I have a lot of work because of my GCSE's I'm spending all my time studying and praying that I'm going to get into the courses I signed up for! Also, I am never, I repeat, never, doing mixed POV's ever again! I always enjoy a challenge but I nearly ripped my brains out with this one! Just from all the times I've had to consult my other chapters I must have developed Photo Sensitive Epilepsy!
