Chapter Twelve- The Rules
Cindy entered the room, closing the door behind her with a controlled click. Max had pulled off the dress and was pulling jeans when she whirled. "And what the hell was that? Why did you bring him here?" Max shouted as she buttoned her pants.
"Max, relax for a second."
"Relax? Relax?? You are telling me to relax!" Max screeched as she wrenched open her closet door, grabbing a white sweater of a hanger. "You are telling me to relax. Whose side are you on, anyways? You're my friend. He broke my heart, and your telling me to relax." She ranted incoherently as she pulled the slim fitting sweater over her head.
"All I am saying is that you can't deny this forever. You can't run out of the room in a huff whenever he enters the room. He's alive, and you've got to deal with it."
"Ok, so he lets me believe he was dead for five years and you want me to welcome him back with open arms?" Max asked as she walked to her mirror and jerked a brush through her hair.
"No, I'm just saying that maybe you should listen to him. Maybe he had no choice to do what he did."
"Or maybe he never cared about me at all." With that she pushed out of the room, Cindy trailing behind her.
Max stomped over so she was standing in front of Logan, who was asleep or something close to it. She ever so politely kicked him in the shin with her bare foot. He sat forward to see an irate Max standing over him, hands on her hips.
"You listen now and you listen closely. I have five rules for you." With that she held up one hand. " 1-2-3-4-5." She said counting off fingers. "That's five for the amount of years that you let me think you were dead. One, I don't want to see you. Two, I don't want to hear from you. Three, I don't want to hear * about * you. Four, I don't want you talking to your friends. And Five, I want you to know one thing. You would have been better off staying dead. When you were dead, everything I did was for you. To honor you, to keep your memory alive. But then you came back, and now I don't have any respect for you in the very least. It just shows that you don't have one once of moral integrity what so ever. Now, I have work to do, so you can kindly go to away. Go to Europe, go to Asia, or go to hell, I don't care, but get out of my apartment, get out of Seattle, get out of my life."
Cindy entered the room, closing the door behind her with a controlled click. Max had pulled off the dress and was pulling jeans when she whirled. "And what the hell was that? Why did you bring him here?" Max shouted as she buttoned her pants.
"Max, relax for a second."
"Relax? Relax?? You are telling me to relax!" Max screeched as she wrenched open her closet door, grabbing a white sweater of a hanger. "You are telling me to relax. Whose side are you on, anyways? You're my friend. He broke my heart, and your telling me to relax." She ranted incoherently as she pulled the slim fitting sweater over her head.
"All I am saying is that you can't deny this forever. You can't run out of the room in a huff whenever he enters the room. He's alive, and you've got to deal with it."
"Ok, so he lets me believe he was dead for five years and you want me to welcome him back with open arms?" Max asked as she walked to her mirror and jerked a brush through her hair.
"No, I'm just saying that maybe you should listen to him. Maybe he had no choice to do what he did."
"Or maybe he never cared about me at all." With that she pushed out of the room, Cindy trailing behind her.
Max stomped over so she was standing in front of Logan, who was asleep or something close to it. She ever so politely kicked him in the shin with her bare foot. He sat forward to see an irate Max standing over him, hands on her hips.
"You listen now and you listen closely. I have five rules for you." With that she held up one hand. " 1-2-3-4-5." She said counting off fingers. "That's five for the amount of years that you let me think you were dead. One, I don't want to see you. Two, I don't want to hear from you. Three, I don't want to hear * about * you. Four, I don't want you talking to your friends. And Five, I want you to know one thing. You would have been better off staying dead. When you were dead, everything I did was for you. To honor you, to keep your memory alive. But then you came back, and now I don't have any respect for you in the very least. It just shows that you don't have one once of moral integrity what so ever. Now, I have work to do, so you can kindly go to away. Go to Europe, go to Asia, or go to hell, I don't care, but get out of my apartment, get out of Seattle, get out of my life."