A/N: Well, its the end of the road, this story is done, adios, au reviour! Please, drop me a review if you never did, it would be greatly appriceated. I hope I ended this story with enough shipper goodness to make up for my Ethan meaness.
Epilogue
Max wrote in the small spiral notebook as she sat atop the Space Needle.
'I never did remember those lost two weeks after the accident. And I am kind of glad about that. I mean, from what I've picked up on, I was a real bitch to Logan, all weird and not myself, and I was like polite to people. Apparently, I even dated a shrink. Wearing a lavender dress. Lavender. That is just wrong. I can honestly say that all of that is definitely in the past tense.
I said once to Logan, 'the bitch is back.' Well, that fits here too. I'm back to my normal self, my normal routine. Go to work late, listen to Normal bitch and moan, and go over to Logan's…
That is one situation that hasn't quite gone back to the old days. I mean, even if I don't remember it, I lived with him for two weeks. That does change things. A lot. When he thinks I am not looking, I'll catch him looking at me with this weird expression on his face. The sad thing is, I am sure he is catching me doing the exact same thing. And strangely enough, I am not in the least bit upset about it.
Maybe it is all a sentimental lie. Well, this is one lie I am definitely going to live in for as long as I can.
So now I am off to Logan's, he's promised me s'mores. The smartass. But if there is one thing I am sure of, thanks to this lovely adventure in the latest chapter of my life, I know that Logan and I aren't going to be 'just friends' forever. Sooner or later, one of us is going to give up our little façade. Tonight, maybe I'll just make that sooner.'
Epilogue
Max wrote in the small spiral notebook as she sat atop the Space Needle.
'I never did remember those lost two weeks after the accident. And I am kind of glad about that. I mean, from what I've picked up on, I was a real bitch to Logan, all weird and not myself, and I was like polite to people. Apparently, I even dated a shrink. Wearing a lavender dress. Lavender. That is just wrong. I can honestly say that all of that is definitely in the past tense.
I said once to Logan, 'the bitch is back.' Well, that fits here too. I'm back to my normal self, my normal routine. Go to work late, listen to Normal bitch and moan, and go over to Logan's…
That is one situation that hasn't quite gone back to the old days. I mean, even if I don't remember it, I lived with him for two weeks. That does change things. A lot. When he thinks I am not looking, I'll catch him looking at me with this weird expression on his face. The sad thing is, I am sure he is catching me doing the exact same thing. And strangely enough, I am not in the least bit upset about it.
Maybe it is all a sentimental lie. Well, this is one lie I am definitely going to live in for as long as I can.
So now I am off to Logan's, he's promised me s'mores. The smartass. But if there is one thing I am sure of, thanks to this lovely adventure in the latest chapter of my life, I know that Logan and I aren't going to be 'just friends' forever. Sooner or later, one of us is going to give up our little façade. Tonight, maybe I'll just make that sooner.'