Ben walked into Logan's dim apartment about three hours later. Though the date had been far from a success, it had been a cheap form of entertainment. Fifteen minuets into the date, she was talking about her mean, mean ex boyfriend, and how he had been a mean, mean man. After being bored to tears hearing about that, Ben decided it was time to get the hell out of there. The only thing that was actually good about the date was giving Max and Logan time together. Knowing that Logan had not told him, Ben guessed he was trying to be all secretive about it.
Logan was like that; he tried to keep pretty obvious things secret from Ben. Like he didn't know that Logan was planning a nice dinner with Max. He just hoped he wasn't interrupting anything by coming back to his place.
So of all the things he'd expected he could run into, Max and Logan curled up together on the couch asleep was the not one of them. It wasn't like it was late, it was only 11:30, but they were both dead to the world. It was truly a nice scene; Max's head snuggled into the space between his shoulder and neck. His arms were wrapped around Max's waist, head resting on top of hers.
Ben decided not to miss an opportunity for a great picture. He walked to his room to grab his camera bag, and then he saw the dining room table. The dishes were still there, and Ben saw the empty bottle of wine. 'Well that explains a lot.' Ben thought lifting the bottle and reading the label. 'Good stuff.'
He returned to the guest room and grabbed his camera. Walking back to the couch, he lined up his shot, adjusted the aperture and focus, and took the picture. When he lowered the camera, he mumbled to himself, "I deserve at least a thank you fruit basket. Or a thank you BMW." Ben grabbed a blanket off the back of a chair and gently covered the pair on the couch. He then turned and went back to the guest room, knowing that even after he left, he could still come back and beat the shit out of Logan if he managed to screw that up. Ben didn't think even Logan would or could be that retarded.
Sunday May 20, 2019
7:30 AM
Max awoke quickly and suddenly, eyes flying open as she sat up. Max didn't often sleep, and when she did it was always in the safety and comfort of her bed. When she woke up this morning, the fact that the area was unfamiliar was accompanied by an intense headache. She untangled the blanket that was wrapped around her. When her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting and she realized she was in Logan's apartment, she instantly relaxed. Looking down, Max studied a still asleep Logan. His arms were still wrapped loosely around her waist.
She didn't remember a whole lot from the night before, but she did know that there was a lot of alcohol and they had professed their love for each other while giggling like school children. There was one and only one thing that Max had to do now. When she stood, removing herself from Logan's grasp, she quietly eased away. He rolled over, luckily for Max, not waking. A few minuets later she was out of the apartment, barefooted, carrying her shoes by the straps in one hand.
Logan awoke about an hour later, instantly wondering why he was alone. He continued to lie on his back, staring at the ceiling, sadly disappointed. HE crossed his arms behind his head, and thought over the events of the night before. Max had run. They barely spent any time together, subtract the time it took them both to get rip roaring drunk. He'd told her he loved her. And she told him that she loved him. And she ran. How did he expect to have any sort of relationship with her, when she would probably run at every opportunity?
It was then Logan that Logan noticed the light purple post-it note stuck to his chest. Pulling one arm from behind his head, he plucked it off his shirt and read the note.
'Logan,
I went back to my place to change clothes and didn't want to wake you.
Will be back in about an hour. You can stop thinking I ran away now. I didn't.
Love,
Max'
Logan read the note over again several times. 'She didn't run.' Logan thought as he smiled. He didn't have a whole lot of time to think about much of anything before Ben came walking out of the guest bedroom carrying a duffle bag. It was then that he remembered that Ben was leaving today, and if he remembered correctly, his flight being in a few hours.
When Ben spotted Logan sitting on the couch, reading a piece of purple paper, he rolled his eyes. "Hey lover boy, where is Max?" he asked as he dropped his bag next to the door. Logan continued to sit at the couch, note still firmly grasped in his hand, "She went back to change clothes. She'll be back soon."
"That sucks, I have to leave in a minuet. I'd hoped to get a chance to say goodbye to her." Ben said as he walked into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee.
Logan followed him and grabbed a mug for himself. "Hey look," Logan said. "Sorry I didn't get to spend much time with you, showing you around Seattle or whatever."
"Don't worry about it, I enjoyed pissing both you and Max off with my amazing match making skills."
"So that is what that sound is, your ego inflating. Well we would have stumbled are way around this on our own. We really didn't need you."
"You are so full of it. You guys still would have been circling this in your nursing homes." Logan grinned. Ben glanced down at his watch. After grabbing a piece of paper and scrawling a quick note to Max, he folded it up and left it on the counter.
"Well, I have got to go. You guys should come out to New York. See the sites, visit the much better bars." Ben said as he walked to the door. Logan made a non-committing sound and followed him to the door. "I'll call you when I get into New York." Ben said as he opened the door and hefted his bag up. "Oh, and Logan…"
"Hmmm?" Logan replied.
"You fuck this up, I'll kill you." With that, Ben grinned and shut the door, leaving much as he had come.
About a half hour later, Max walked into the penthouse, announcing her arrival at the highest possible tone. She found him in the kitchen making breakfast for two.
"Where's Ben at?" She asked as she sat at the counter.
"Well hello to you too." Logan said as he dumped some sort of batter into a pan.
"Hi." She said as she leaned over and gave him a smacking kiss on the cheek. She sat on the counter, content to watch Logan cook. "Ben's gone, had to catch his flight. He wrote you a note, it's over there." Logan said pointing at the other end of the counter with a spatula. "It's a day of notes isn't it?" Max said as she slid over and snagged the folded paper. Max opened and read the quickly scrawled handwriting.
'Miz Maxine,
Sorry I had to go before you got back, but it's off to Tokyo I go to salvage what is left of my vacation. Good luck with Cale, your sure to need it now that I'm gone.'
Max snorted.
'But with one phone call, I can be here to beat him into shape for you. So with that I say adios and hasta la pronto.
Ben'
Max smiled and slipped the note into her pocket. "So what is for breakfast?"
"Pancakes a la Cale. Work for you?"
"Yeah, that is great." Max said, still smiling.
After a few minuets of silence, Logan glanced over his shoulder. "You know what we should do tonight, which we have neglected to do in all the time that we have known each other."
"What is that?" Max asked as she pulled a container of orange juice out of Logan's fridge.
"We should go on an actual date."
Max turned from the fridge. "As in, outside of this place. Like, as in, a dinner made by someone other than you?"
"I'm game if you are."
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A/N: I didnt feel like splitting all this up, so oh well, its one nice long chapter now. This one is done too, but there is a sequel. I have the first couple of chapters of the sequel written, I'll start posting them next week sometime. If I forget, just start bugging me.
Logan was like that; he tried to keep pretty obvious things secret from Ben. Like he didn't know that Logan was planning a nice dinner with Max. He just hoped he wasn't interrupting anything by coming back to his place.
So of all the things he'd expected he could run into, Max and Logan curled up together on the couch asleep was the not one of them. It wasn't like it was late, it was only 11:30, but they were both dead to the world. It was truly a nice scene; Max's head snuggled into the space between his shoulder and neck. His arms were wrapped around Max's waist, head resting on top of hers.
Ben decided not to miss an opportunity for a great picture. He walked to his room to grab his camera bag, and then he saw the dining room table. The dishes were still there, and Ben saw the empty bottle of wine. 'Well that explains a lot.' Ben thought lifting the bottle and reading the label. 'Good stuff.'
He returned to the guest room and grabbed his camera. Walking back to the couch, he lined up his shot, adjusted the aperture and focus, and took the picture. When he lowered the camera, he mumbled to himself, "I deserve at least a thank you fruit basket. Or a thank you BMW." Ben grabbed a blanket off the back of a chair and gently covered the pair on the couch. He then turned and went back to the guest room, knowing that even after he left, he could still come back and beat the shit out of Logan if he managed to screw that up. Ben didn't think even Logan would or could be that retarded.
Sunday May 20, 2019
7:30 AM
Max awoke quickly and suddenly, eyes flying open as she sat up. Max didn't often sleep, and when she did it was always in the safety and comfort of her bed. When she woke up this morning, the fact that the area was unfamiliar was accompanied by an intense headache. She untangled the blanket that was wrapped around her. When her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting and she realized she was in Logan's apartment, she instantly relaxed. Looking down, Max studied a still asleep Logan. His arms were still wrapped loosely around her waist.
She didn't remember a whole lot from the night before, but she did know that there was a lot of alcohol and they had professed their love for each other while giggling like school children. There was one and only one thing that Max had to do now. When she stood, removing herself from Logan's grasp, she quietly eased away. He rolled over, luckily for Max, not waking. A few minuets later she was out of the apartment, barefooted, carrying her shoes by the straps in one hand.
Logan awoke about an hour later, instantly wondering why he was alone. He continued to lie on his back, staring at the ceiling, sadly disappointed. HE crossed his arms behind his head, and thought over the events of the night before. Max had run. They barely spent any time together, subtract the time it took them both to get rip roaring drunk. He'd told her he loved her. And she told him that she loved him. And she ran. How did he expect to have any sort of relationship with her, when she would probably run at every opportunity?
It was then Logan that Logan noticed the light purple post-it note stuck to his chest. Pulling one arm from behind his head, he plucked it off his shirt and read the note.
'Logan,
I went back to my place to change clothes and didn't want to wake you.
Will be back in about an hour. You can stop thinking I ran away now. I didn't.
Love,
Max'
Logan read the note over again several times. 'She didn't run.' Logan thought as he smiled. He didn't have a whole lot of time to think about much of anything before Ben came walking out of the guest bedroom carrying a duffle bag. It was then that he remembered that Ben was leaving today, and if he remembered correctly, his flight being in a few hours.
When Ben spotted Logan sitting on the couch, reading a piece of purple paper, he rolled his eyes. "Hey lover boy, where is Max?" he asked as he dropped his bag next to the door. Logan continued to sit at the couch, note still firmly grasped in his hand, "She went back to change clothes. She'll be back soon."
"That sucks, I have to leave in a minuet. I'd hoped to get a chance to say goodbye to her." Ben said as he walked into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee.
Logan followed him and grabbed a mug for himself. "Hey look," Logan said. "Sorry I didn't get to spend much time with you, showing you around Seattle or whatever."
"Don't worry about it, I enjoyed pissing both you and Max off with my amazing match making skills."
"So that is what that sound is, your ego inflating. Well we would have stumbled are way around this on our own. We really didn't need you."
"You are so full of it. You guys still would have been circling this in your nursing homes." Logan grinned. Ben glanced down at his watch. After grabbing a piece of paper and scrawling a quick note to Max, he folded it up and left it on the counter.
"Well, I have got to go. You guys should come out to New York. See the sites, visit the much better bars." Ben said as he walked to the door. Logan made a non-committing sound and followed him to the door. "I'll call you when I get into New York." Ben said as he opened the door and hefted his bag up. "Oh, and Logan…"
"Hmmm?" Logan replied.
"You fuck this up, I'll kill you." With that, Ben grinned and shut the door, leaving much as he had come.
About a half hour later, Max walked into the penthouse, announcing her arrival at the highest possible tone. She found him in the kitchen making breakfast for two.
"Where's Ben at?" She asked as she sat at the counter.
"Well hello to you too." Logan said as he dumped some sort of batter into a pan.
"Hi." She said as she leaned over and gave him a smacking kiss on the cheek. She sat on the counter, content to watch Logan cook. "Ben's gone, had to catch his flight. He wrote you a note, it's over there." Logan said pointing at the other end of the counter with a spatula. "It's a day of notes isn't it?" Max said as she slid over and snagged the folded paper. Max opened and read the quickly scrawled handwriting.
'Miz Maxine,
Sorry I had to go before you got back, but it's off to Tokyo I go to salvage what is left of my vacation. Good luck with Cale, your sure to need it now that I'm gone.'
Max snorted.
'But with one phone call, I can be here to beat him into shape for you. So with that I say adios and hasta la pronto.
Ben'
Max smiled and slipped the note into her pocket. "So what is for breakfast?"
"Pancakes a la Cale. Work for you?"
"Yeah, that is great." Max said, still smiling.
After a few minuets of silence, Logan glanced over his shoulder. "You know what we should do tonight, which we have neglected to do in all the time that we have known each other."
"What is that?" Max asked as she pulled a container of orange juice out of Logan's fridge.
"We should go on an actual date."
Max turned from the fridge. "As in, outside of this place. Like, as in, a dinner made by someone other than you?"
"I'm game if you are."
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A/N: I didnt feel like splitting all this up, so oh well, its one nice long chapter now. This one is done too, but there is a sequel. I have the first couple of chapters of the sequel written, I'll start posting them next week sometime. If I forget, just start bugging me.