Chapter Fourteen - The Silent Treatment
Max was still sitting at her dining room table an hour after Cindy had left. She had papers all spread around her, her laptop humming, every once and a while she'd jot something down on the pile of paper. For the first hour, Logan stayed out of the way. He poked through every nook and cranny of the apartment, checking out every single detail of every single thing. . He poured over the table of framed pictures. His favorite was probably the one of Cindy and another female spraying Max with Silly String. Logan, using his amazing investigation skills, figured it was taken on Max's birthday. There was a large sign hanging in the background with "HAPPY 25th MAX!" in big block letters hanging behind her.
After about twenty minuets of pouring over her book collection, he walked to the massive stereo. He looked at her collection of CD's noticing her mixture of classical; Beethoven and Mozart, the classics; the Beatle's and Aretha Franklin, ranging up to pre-pulse hip-hop and even a couple of musicals. Deciding it was time to set his plan into motion, he grabbed the most annoying sounding CD he could find, and popped it into the player.
Blaring rock music blasted out of the speakers at a high decibel, causing Max's hands to jerk on the keys as she jumped. She ground her teeth as she punched the delete key with one finger. "Please turn that off." She said over the noise.
"What?" Logan shouted.
"Turn the music off!" Max yelled.
Logan made some vague hand gesture, signally that he couldn't hear her. Max shoved back the chair and marched to the stereo. She slapped the power button, the music cutting off. Silently she walked back to her computer, sitting down. Taking a deep breath, she began typing again.
Logan walked into the kitchen and deliberately open and slammed shut several cupboards. "Max, do you have any fruit?" Logan called.
"What?" She asked, annoyance echoing in her voice.
"Any fruit?" Logan repeated, doing his best not to smile.
"Yes, bottom drawer in the fridge." Max replied reluctantly.
A few moments later, Logan sat across from her, polishing an apple on his shirt. "So, Max, what's the weather been like lately?" Logan asked, taking a bite of the apple with a loud crunch.
Max ignored him, turning to flip through a few pages on a file. "Ok then, don't want to talk about that. How about, anything interesting happening in sports?" He took another bite to mask the smile that wanted to creep across his face.
Again, Max ignored him. "Well then, Miss Talkative, I've done the weather and sports. Quickly running out of small talk, all I have left if politics and family. Going to comment on either of them?"
Again, Max ignored him. Again, Logan crunched on his apple. Deciding small talk wasn't annoying her enough; he stood and walked behind her, leaning over her shoulder, reading what she wrote. Max tensed.
'Jackpot.' Logan thought.
"I don't know if you noticed, but I am kinda trying to work here. Do you mind?"
"Aww, Max, your all tense. Here let me--" He massaged her shoulders for just under one second before she jumped out of her chair. "Hands off." She said tersely, glaring at Logan. "Sorry. You looked tense." He replied, holding his hands up innocently. This was going to be a lot more fun than he thought.
Max was still sitting at her dining room table an hour after Cindy had left. She had papers all spread around her, her laptop humming, every once and a while she'd jot something down on the pile of paper. For the first hour, Logan stayed out of the way. He poked through every nook and cranny of the apartment, checking out every single detail of every single thing. . He poured over the table of framed pictures. His favorite was probably the one of Cindy and another female spraying Max with Silly String. Logan, using his amazing investigation skills, figured it was taken on Max's birthday. There was a large sign hanging in the background with "HAPPY 25th MAX!" in big block letters hanging behind her.
After about twenty minuets of pouring over her book collection, he walked to the massive stereo. He looked at her collection of CD's noticing her mixture of classical; Beethoven and Mozart, the classics; the Beatle's and Aretha Franklin, ranging up to pre-pulse hip-hop and even a couple of musicals. Deciding it was time to set his plan into motion, he grabbed the most annoying sounding CD he could find, and popped it into the player.
Blaring rock music blasted out of the speakers at a high decibel, causing Max's hands to jerk on the keys as she jumped. She ground her teeth as she punched the delete key with one finger. "Please turn that off." She said over the noise.
"What?" Logan shouted.
"Turn the music off!" Max yelled.
Logan made some vague hand gesture, signally that he couldn't hear her. Max shoved back the chair and marched to the stereo. She slapped the power button, the music cutting off. Silently she walked back to her computer, sitting down. Taking a deep breath, she began typing again.
Logan walked into the kitchen and deliberately open and slammed shut several cupboards. "Max, do you have any fruit?" Logan called.
"What?" She asked, annoyance echoing in her voice.
"Any fruit?" Logan repeated, doing his best not to smile.
"Yes, bottom drawer in the fridge." Max replied reluctantly.
A few moments later, Logan sat across from her, polishing an apple on his shirt. "So, Max, what's the weather been like lately?" Logan asked, taking a bite of the apple with a loud crunch.
Max ignored him, turning to flip through a few pages on a file. "Ok then, don't want to talk about that. How about, anything interesting happening in sports?" He took another bite to mask the smile that wanted to creep across his face.
Again, Max ignored him. "Well then, Miss Talkative, I've done the weather and sports. Quickly running out of small talk, all I have left if politics and family. Going to comment on either of them?"
Again, Max ignored him. Again, Logan crunched on his apple. Deciding small talk wasn't annoying her enough; he stood and walked behind her, leaning over her shoulder, reading what she wrote. Max tensed.
'Jackpot.' Logan thought.
"I don't know if you noticed, but I am kinda trying to work here. Do you mind?"
"Aww, Max, your all tense. Here let me--" He massaged her shoulders for just under one second before she jumped out of her chair. "Hands off." She said tersely, glaring at Logan. "Sorry. You looked tense." He replied, holding his hands up innocently. This was going to be a lot more fun than he thought.