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Max bolted out of her dream, and quickly gathered in her surroundings. It only took her a second to realize she was still at Logan's apartment. As more and more of her senses woke up, she could sense someone was with her. Right beside her. Then she remembered. She had fallen asleep on his lap, and he was still there. She whipped her head around to look to see if she had woken him up with her sudden movement. All she could see was Logan smiling at her. Max's defenses immediately rose. Even though everything seemed as it should, she felt as though she had to get out of there.
"We're going to have to do that sometime soon," Logan casually stated to Max.
"What?" What is he talking about? Did we have the same dream again? That's just way too weird.
"Oh. Nothing. Never mind. Did you sleep well? You were out for a few hours!" Maybe we didn't have the same dream. But if we didn't, then why is she suddenly looking like she needs to be elsewhere?
"A few hours? What time is it? I've got to get home, Kendra's going to be there, and she'll want an explanation as to the state of our apartment, I'm quite sure. Thanks for the wonderful evening. Later." Max quickly got off of the couch, and moved with her confident stride towards the door.
"Max, wait!" Logan got up and followed her to the door. He watched her throw her coat on. "You don't have to go you know."
Max finished putting her coat on and looked Logan right in the eye. "I know, but it would probably be best if I did." She gave him a quick smile, and with that, turned and headed out the door.
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Max drove faster than she ever had home from Logan's. Usually she was always reluctant to leave his place, and drove rather slowly back to her own home, but this night was different. Something had changed between the two of them, and it scared the hell out of her. She made it back to her building in record time, and tiredly pushed her bike down the hallways to her door. She put the key into the lock, but it was unlocked. Shrugging her shoulders, she walked in the door. All of the balloons were there, and Max couldn't help but smile, even though for some reason it tugged at her heart.
"Max? Is that you?"
Max turned towards the kitchen area of the apartment, and even though she couldn't see her through all of the balloons, she knew it was Kendra. "Hey! So how was your date with Mr. Multiples?" Max pushed her bike to its normal place in the apartment, and then pushed her way through the balloons to the kitchen. She noticed that a few of them had popped, while some others were starting to fall.
"Oh no. You can not change the subject to me there missy. These balloons aren't for me, so what happened tonight? I take it your gift went over rather well? I wasn't expecting you until morning."
Max made it to the kitchen counter where her roommate stood, holding a cup of coffee in her hands, and wearing the biggest grin Max had ever seen. "Nothing happened. I went over there, and we had dinner, I fell asleep, and then came home!" Max couldn't help but hear the slight disappointment in her voice. She looked down to avoid Kendra's eyes.
"Sure. I don't believe you." Kendra's voice was as calm as ever.
"Would you mind if we talked about this in the morning? I really don't feel like talking right now." Max prayed that Kendra would leave her alone and just go to bed.
"Alright, but you owe me an explanation, and it better be good. With ALL the details!"
"Thanks Kendra. Night." Max turned and walked to her bedroom, only to find the three long stem roses and the card on her bed. She picked them up and began to feel herself lose control. She put the objects aside, and collapsed on her bed, and drifted into a light sleep.
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Logan was left standing, staring dumbfounded at the door which Max had just ran through. What the hell was that? Everything was going so well. I even got the chance to watch her sleep! How often does that happen? This evening was absolutely amazing. But, what then made her leave? She must have had the same dream that I did, but even that's not possible, is it? I mean, I did wake up before she did, so maybe we didn't, but then again, why did she suddenly act so distant? I thought we made some real progress tonight. Logan finally ripped his eyes from his door, and turned to walk very slowly into the living room. Memories of the night were reeling in his head. He made it back to the couch, which was still warm from the body heat of the two. Logan sat down, and his foot kicked something on the floor. He looked down to see what it was. It was Max's backpack. In her rush to leave, she forgot all about it. Oh well, at least she'll have to come back sooner or later to pick this up, and then we can talk about what happened. Logan put the bag on the table beside his new picture of Max. He picked up the picture, and read the note that was attached to it again. I never knew she could write so well. Logan looked at the picture and smiled at its image. Never had he seen such a beautiful person, and that person was thinking of him when this picture was taken. Nothing could have been more appropriate for a gift. Logan stood up, still holding the picture and the note, and walked into his computer room. He sat down at his desk, and placed the picture right beside his monitor. This is where I spend most of my time, and, well, I need a good distraction once and awhile. Logan sat smiling at his picture, and finally, after time had seemed to disappear, Logan finally got up and headed for his bedroom. Beside his bed, his nightstand held a few things, like a lamp, a clock, and such. Things that were important to him, that he always used before he went to bed. And so, the letter that meant so much to him, was placed on the table so that he could read it every night before he fell asleep.
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Morning did not come soon enough for Max. She didn't want to face talking to Kendra, but it was better than being forced to think over her night with Logan that had ended so abruptly. Max looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom, and after determining that she looked presentable, she walked out to find Kendra ready and waiting at the dinner table for Max's description of the previous night. By this point in time, most of the balloons had lost most of their air, and were hovering about waist high. I'm going to have to clean this up when I get home from work. Crap. Oh well, it was nice while it lasted! "Morning Kendra! How was your sleep?"
"How can look so good this early in the morning? Not only did you probably get busy with your boyfriend last night, you came home late, and I've heard you moving around already this morning!"
Max looked at her friend, and could see that she was indeed really tired. She must really be interested with what went on last night. Max casually shrugged her shoulders. "What can I say? It's in the genes I guess." Max walked over to the table, and sat across from Kendra. She pulled one knee up to the table, and let the other dangle from her chair. "And he's not my boyfriend."
"Ah, so you DID get busy with him last night."
"I never said that."
"Yeah, but you never denied it either."
"Fine. I didn't get busy with him."
"Oh yeah, like I believe you now." Kendra smirked at her roommate. "So what happened last night?"
"Well, where do you want me to start?"
"From the beginning of course!"
"Aiight. Ok. So I was just leaving work, and was going to go straight to Logan's when my pager went off. I looked to see the number, and it was from here. I thought that maybe you had gotten in early from your date, so I decided to swing by and see what was up. I figured that I could get changed from my work clothes too. So I came in the door, and there were all of these balloons. There was also three long stemmed roses on my bed. So I went to Logan's, and he had made me a wonderful dinner, we got to talking, and then I came here, and you know what went on from there."
"And that's it."
"Yeah, why, were you expecting more?"
"Oh come on Max, you didn't give me anything there! You just scratched the surface! There's got to be more. You're not telling me something."
"Well, you know me. I'm not really one for giving big, long descriptions of anything."
"Well, start describing."
Max looked down at her watch and smiled inwardly. Thank god for a job that I can't be late for. "I'd love to stay and chat Kendra, but a girl's gotta get paid." Max stood up from the table and leaned over her friend to give her a quick hug. "Have you seen my backpack?"
"No, when did you have it last?"
Oh man, I must have left it at Logan's. "I must've left it at work. See ya Kendra!" With that, Max grabbed her bike and walked out of the apartment, leaving her roommate shaking her head.
"That girl has it bad for that boy."
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