--Note From Jaci: Ok everyone, i know I had been updating everyday, but two things happened. One, I got really busy with softball, then some family issues, and finals week is next week, so I go sorta sidetracked. Then the A: drive on my other computer broke and not everything is saved to disk, but as soon as I can get it all on disk, ill start posting more again. I am going to add at least 5 chapters tonight since I havent updated for weeks. Thanks for bearing with me!
Jaci--
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Chapter Eleven- Return to Hostility
"Listen to me," Cindy said as she drove Logan's car through the early morning traffic. She had insisted on driving, citing the fact that Logan had the black eye from hell and he probably couldn't see a thing. Since she was right, he handed over the keys to his rental car. "You are to stay out of site, let me talk to her first. She's going to be pissed enough with out you screwing things up even more with half assed explanations."
When Logan noticed what street they were on, he turned to Cindy in shock. "Where does Max live?"
"In your old place. Didn't you know that?" Cindy asked glancing over. Logan didn't answer as they were pulling up in front of Foggle Towers. "Ok, just stay in the hallway, let me check if the coast is clear." Cindy said as the elevator rose to the top floor.
Cindy knocked on the door. "Max, its me, I know you're in there. Open up! Fine, be like that, I'm using my key!" Cindy shouted when there was no answer. She rooted around her oversized bag before snagging a set of keys. She slid one into the lock and opened the door with a loud bang. Logan stood outside the door, scanning the rooms. It may have formerly been Logan's apartment, but it was defiantly Max's now. The furniture was all set up differently, new colors everywhere. There were live plants all over the room, everything from small potted ferns to flowering vines, even a large tree in one corner. There was a large, complicated looking stereo system with a large stack of CD's next to it, and to Logan's amusement, a state of the art laptop sitting closed on the coffee table. He was just about to step forward and investigate, when he heard Cindy's frantic shout. "Oh god! Logan help me!" Logan bolted around the corner, and the sight he found made his heart jump into his throat with terror.
Max, still clad in her silk dress and heels, was crumpled on the floor. The side of her face was pressed against the hard wood floor, her hand fisted next to her cheek. Cindy had dropped her bag and was at her side, turning Max onto her back. Logan slid across the floor, falling to his knees next to her. "Help me get her into bed." Cindy ordered. Logan quickly gathered Max into his arms, lifting her easily off the floor. As he gained his feet quickly, moving towards the door that used to lead to his bedroom, and what he assumed to be hers. A few steps from the door, Max stirred, making a low sound in her throat.
Max knew she was dreaming. If there was one thing she learned since Logan had died, it was that when you have the opportunity to live in a dream, take it. So when she felt Logan's arms around her, she did the one thing that felt natural, and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest and inhaling the scent.
And when she registered the scent as soap, sweat, and man, her eyes flew open.
She swung out, hitting Logan in the chest as she rolled and fell to the floor. "Don't touch me, don't you lay a finger on me." She shouted as she jumped to her feet. Logan moved forward starting to speak, but when Max mad a sound somewhat similar to a growl, he decided against it. For those few seconds that Max had curled up in his arms and wrapped her arms around him, he'd thought that maybe, just maybe she would be willing to let her hostility go eventually. Logan stared after her helplessly as she stomped her way into the bedroom, slamming the door with a force to rattle the pictures that were hanging on the nearby walls.
Cindy stared at his pathetic expression from behind. She laid a hand reassuringly on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Logan, but what did you expect? You've betrayed her in the most serious of ways. It is going to take a miracle to have her forgive you without a fight."
"I'll do anything. You don't understand Cindy, I would do anything for her."
"Well, seeing as you did fake your own death for her, I believe you. Let me try and talk to her."
Cindy retreated into the darkened bedroom, leaving Logan to sink onto the couch. He closed his eyes, the deafening silence overcoming him.
Jaci--
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Chapter Eleven- Return to Hostility
"Listen to me," Cindy said as she drove Logan's car through the early morning traffic. She had insisted on driving, citing the fact that Logan had the black eye from hell and he probably couldn't see a thing. Since she was right, he handed over the keys to his rental car. "You are to stay out of site, let me talk to her first. She's going to be pissed enough with out you screwing things up even more with half assed explanations."
When Logan noticed what street they were on, he turned to Cindy in shock. "Where does Max live?"
"In your old place. Didn't you know that?" Cindy asked glancing over. Logan didn't answer as they were pulling up in front of Foggle Towers. "Ok, just stay in the hallway, let me check if the coast is clear." Cindy said as the elevator rose to the top floor.
Cindy knocked on the door. "Max, its me, I know you're in there. Open up! Fine, be like that, I'm using my key!" Cindy shouted when there was no answer. She rooted around her oversized bag before snagging a set of keys. She slid one into the lock and opened the door with a loud bang. Logan stood outside the door, scanning the rooms. It may have formerly been Logan's apartment, but it was defiantly Max's now. The furniture was all set up differently, new colors everywhere. There were live plants all over the room, everything from small potted ferns to flowering vines, even a large tree in one corner. There was a large, complicated looking stereo system with a large stack of CD's next to it, and to Logan's amusement, a state of the art laptop sitting closed on the coffee table. He was just about to step forward and investigate, when he heard Cindy's frantic shout. "Oh god! Logan help me!" Logan bolted around the corner, and the sight he found made his heart jump into his throat with terror.
Max, still clad in her silk dress and heels, was crumpled on the floor. The side of her face was pressed against the hard wood floor, her hand fisted next to her cheek. Cindy had dropped her bag and was at her side, turning Max onto her back. Logan slid across the floor, falling to his knees next to her. "Help me get her into bed." Cindy ordered. Logan quickly gathered Max into his arms, lifting her easily off the floor. As he gained his feet quickly, moving towards the door that used to lead to his bedroom, and what he assumed to be hers. A few steps from the door, Max stirred, making a low sound in her throat.
Max knew she was dreaming. If there was one thing she learned since Logan had died, it was that when you have the opportunity to live in a dream, take it. So when she felt Logan's arms around her, she did the one thing that felt natural, and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest and inhaling the scent.
And when she registered the scent as soap, sweat, and man, her eyes flew open.
She swung out, hitting Logan in the chest as she rolled and fell to the floor. "Don't touch me, don't you lay a finger on me." She shouted as she jumped to her feet. Logan moved forward starting to speak, but when Max mad a sound somewhat similar to a growl, he decided against it. For those few seconds that Max had curled up in his arms and wrapped her arms around him, he'd thought that maybe, just maybe she would be willing to let her hostility go eventually. Logan stared after her helplessly as she stomped her way into the bedroom, slamming the door with a force to rattle the pictures that were hanging on the nearby walls.
Cindy stared at his pathetic expression from behind. She laid a hand reassuringly on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Logan, but what did you expect? You've betrayed her in the most serious of ways. It is going to take a miracle to have her forgive you without a fight."
"I'll do anything. You don't understand Cindy, I would do anything for her."
"Well, seeing as you did fake your own death for her, I believe you. Let me try and talk to her."
Cindy retreated into the darkened bedroom, leaving Logan to sink onto the couch. He closed his eyes, the deafening silence overcoming him.