~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Part VI~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Max hoped that Logan's aunt was unaware of how unaccustomed she was to being in a limo.
/Then again,/ she thought, /judging by how surprised he was when he went Mrs. Wrobleski's chauffeur opened the limo door for him, I'd say that he's not too used to this either./
Once inside the great car, Max couldn't help but gaze around at the things that surrounded her during the short ride from the airport to
Willow View, the name of Aunt Meredith's not-so humble abode.
Everything that she saw within the next 45 minutes was completely new to her. About 15 minutes after leaving the airport, the vehicle drove up a long, narrow hill bordered by pine trees. After going about a mile or two up the hill, the car pulled up in front of a magnificent gate.
As if it could sense their presence, the gate opened and allowed the limousine to enter. Once they were past the gate, Max saw the most divine home she had ever seen. Logan must have noticed her astonishment when he leaned over to her and said,
"Pretty amazing huh?"
"Well, let's just say there weren't many mansions at Manticore," she answered him laughing slightly, her eyes still fixated on the house.
A few seconds later, the limousine came to a stop and Max helped Logan get out. He then followed his aunt into her home, leaving his genetically engineered friend alone outside with his cousin Katie.
Max and Katie walked around the car and into the house when Katie started talking to her,
"He likes you a lot you know."
"I haven't seen him this happy since before his divorce from and before his family died," she continued, "I can't remember the last time he looked at someone the way he was looking at you when he thought no one was watching him on the way over here," she said sincerely.
"Really?" Max asked her.
"Yeah. He must really like you."
The inside of the house was even more impressive than the exterior. The heart of the house was a large, circular room with the ceiling about 25 feet high with a fireplace lit to warm up the whole room. There was something about the room that made Max shiver. The warmth of the hearth of the home. That was something she had never experienced.
"Well," started Logan's aunt, "You two must be tired, from the time change and all, so I'll have someone show you to your room."
Logan and Max exchanged looks. Their room. This wasn't something that they had thought of earlier.
/Uh oh./ thought Logan, /this can't be a good thing./
Ten minutes later, Logan and Max were in front of the door to their room. As soon as his aunt's butler had left the hall he turned his head to face a very angry looking Max. Rather than risk being caught, he motioned for her to go inside the room and continue the conversation behind closed doors.
As soon as the door was closed behind her, Max exploded at Logan who retaliated by shouting at her in return.
"There is no way I am sharing a room with you," Max hollered.
"What do you think, that I planned it this way?" screamed Logan.
"Max, if you don't our whole cover is ruined," Logan told her, giving her his sad puppy dog face.
/Damn it. I hate it when he does that./
"Hey this was your idea. You got a solution?"
"As a matter of fact, I do," Logan declared grinning.
/I hope she goes for this./
"You," he began, "Take the bed," he said gesturing toward it, "and I'll take the couch," he said pointing to a not-so comfortable looking sofa.
Max seemed to consider this for a second but then seemed to decide against it and responded,
"Oh yeah right. Your the one that got his spine blown up, so you want
me to let you sleep on that, that thing, so you could hurt yourself more?" she screamed.
/Gee, I didn't know you cared,/ thought Logan not daring to say it aloud when she was in a mood like this.
"No way!," continued Max, "I'll take the couch and you can take the bed."
"I can't do that!" Logan yelled, "It goes against all the rules of etiquette."
"Oh yeah that's right. I forgot. I'm such a fragile lady. Let's not forget that I can kick your ass," Max screamed.
"Yeah well without me, you'd have gotten yourself killed by now anyway," Logan said.
All of a sudden, the two of them just stopped the arguement and stared at each other realizing their foolishness.
"We don't have any other options here, Logan," Max said calming down.
"Well, actually there is one idea we seemed to have overlooked," he said.
Max seemed to get what he was saying and just shook her head.
"Uh uh. I am not sharing the bed with you," she said continuing to shake her head.
"You got a better idea?" Logan challenged her.
Stumped, Max relented saying,
"Fine," she said, "But, under these conditions:
1) You stay on your side of the bed, and
2) You don't ever breath a word of this to anyone,"
she warned him.
"Fine." Logan said sternly.
/What have I gotten myself into?/ Max wondered.
Half an hour later, Max was lying in bed. Logan was already falling asleep, but she couldn't. Something was bothering her in the back of her mind. Before she closed her eyes, Max whispered something to the man next to her,
"Good night Logan."
"Night Max," he murmured half-asleep.
The second before she slipped into unconsciousness, Max realized what it was that was bothering her. There was something that was warming up her heart and little did she know that it was love causing it.
She didn't know that something that was supposed to be just acting would turn in to something much, much more.
So what did you think? Too romantic or does it work? Ideas? Suggestions? Anything? Should I continue the story? Please let me know.