Changes occur in everyone's life. This is about the changes that happen to Logan and how they effect him, as well as those around him. This is a M/L romance story. If you don't like that then you might not want to read this.
This is my very first fanfiction. Any comments you have I would love. I'm not quite sure how this works so…
None of the characters are mine. Fox and others own it all.
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Distracted
* Logan's POV *
The two things that I think of the most somehow seemed to have collided.
I was sitting in the chair. Thinking all kinds of thoughts. Of her, of her and me, of the chair. How I can't be sitting on the couch or walking around as I think. But here I am, in the chair, thinking.
Then I noticed the rain. It was coming down pretty hard. The city around me was getting wet. And I was there peering out my window. Looking down at them.
Suddenly my angel came in. And of course, I focused on her.
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"Logan," she says.
"Yeah. I'm here," couldn't I have thought of something else to say?
"Hey. I got off work and decided to come over. Thought maybe you could make some food," Max says looking at me.
"Sure," she really came over to see me, not for Eyes Only, for me. "I'll make another Cale food miracle. Sound good?"
"The best!" she says with enthusiasm.
"By the way. If you want you can take a shower while I cook. It might take a little," good thinking. Let her do that and I can concentrate on the task at hand. The food.
"Kay. I know where everything is. Don't worry."
So with that I go to the kitchen. I change my focus and begin to cook. 'Make a masterpiece. Impress her!' My brain starts back up, and my fingers move. Dip the chicken in that. Pour this, now mix that. As long as I keep going things will be just fine. The chicken's going fine, cooking in the oven. With a little talent and a pinch of luck, tonight will be great.
As I wait for the chicken to finish cooking my mind wounders. The sound of the water running. 'The shower. Max. Max is the shower. My god. Max is in that shower. My shower. My Max.' Then I realize that only part of that was true. It was my shower and Max was in it. But she wasn't "my Max" or at least right now she wasn't.
Without even thinking about it, I realize that I've taken the chicken out of the oven. I've set the table and placed the chicken in a nice platter. It's amazing what you do and don't even realize it when you're distracted.
Speaking of distractions. Max walks in. Smelling wonderful! Her hair's wet because she just got out of the shower. Walking towards the spare bedroom, where she keeps clothes sometimes. Walking, in just my towel. 'She's amazing. Just look at her.' I can't keep but think of her. Then all of a sudden, I'm taken out of my own little heaven. Heaven being anything dealing with Max.
"Hey. I'm just gonna change and then I'll be right out. Kay?" the goddess says.
"Yeah. That's good," how I even managed to speak is beyond me.
"Mmm. That smells good! I'll be back in a sec," and with that she leaves.
'Maybe I should just face the music. If I keep this up she wouldn't speak to me. She wouldn't because I wouldn't be answering her back. You don't talk to walls. I'd be just too distracted. Got to do something about that.'
Before I could even make up my mind as what to do, she re-enters the room. 'No time better than the present. Just see how things go and take it from there.'
She sits down and eats what I just cooked. Mentions something like she really enjoyed it and how I never cease to amaze her with my cooking talents.
Dinner's done and, like our usual routine, we get up and go to play a few games of chess. I know that she's going to beat me, no question about that. So instead of focusing on my moves, which are always futile, what should I do? Of course my mind's made the decision before I even asked the question. I'll focus on her.
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A/N – I combined the last two chapters into this one big one. You happy now? I know, I know… short chapters. It's just usually easier for me to write many short quickly, than one long.
What do you think about the story so far? Too mushy? Too smooth (not enough conflict)? It can't get better if I don't know what you guys think better will be. Please read and review! It makes my day! :-) You can write comments to me at: Mmm2i@aol.com
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