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.
~ Chapter 6 – Logan and Max have faced themselves and told each other their feelings. How's it gonna end?
None of the characters are mine. I wish that I owned it, but I don't. (Or at least MW!) Fox and others own it all.
Any comments you have I would love.
A/N – This is some of the reason behind my madness. If you don't really care, then just continue on past this. Go ahead, read the last of this story, I don't really mind all that much. Well, if you've read this, then you must care. So for you, I've written this story. The person who sits behind a computer, reads this, and actually thinks about what's written and who wrote this. Now that this is the conclusion to this story, I'm going to reminisce. When I first started to write this, there had been an actually plot. Then, as my last days of school came, I read some other fanfics. There's a lot of good stuff out there, but there are just so many sad ones. So instead of an actual plot, I unconsciously, turned this into the sappy "it'll all end happily ever after" stories. For this, I think that I like that. It'll be one more of the truly happy stories. But since this had such potential, I think that I might make a sequel. If I do, it'll have a plot. It'll be along the same lines, but still unique. So if your interested, stay peeled to your screen because you might just see it soon. Ok, I've now rambled enough. Here's the last installment of "Changes".
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The Accident, Max, And Everything Else
*Logan's POV*
That's how the last year of my life has played out. My accident, Max, and everything else. It was all so much at one time. It was so hard to take it all in. But I'm managing, or at least I'm trying to.
The accident. Well, it's still something that I haven't really dealt with. It changed me forever. It wasn't something that I had wanted. But I got it anyway. So with that fact (that I've finally accepted), I'm trying to begin to deal. I'm dealing the only way I can right now. It's not the best method, but it's what I have. I'm living. Living in the present. Knowing that the past happened. Facing it when it's knocking in my face.
Max. Things have been amazing! First, she crashes (quite literally) into my life. She was just my friend, a business associate. I had wanted more. God had I wanted more! Somehow, don't ask me how, things worked the way I had wanted them to work (for once). Apparently, she felt the same about me. I never really knew for sure.
I finally poured out, into words, what my heart felt for her. I didn't know how she'd act. I was afraid of how she'd react. With everything else going bad in my life, the last thing I wanted was for her to leave it. But I had to. She could tell that something was bothering me. She hadn't known what, but she worried for me. Her worried eyes made me tell her. Somehow, it worked. I confessed my utter and undying love for her. Then that heart-stopping wait. I waited for her fateful response. I knew it would take her time to gather up what and how she was going to respond. But it felt like an eternity. Waiting. For the inevitable. The NO I DON'T LOVE YOU I knew was coming.
That NO I DON'T LOVE YOU. It never came, at least not from her. It killed her to tell me, but she felt the same way I did. She actually cared for me. It's still something that I think about about. How's it possible? I don't know, but it happened, so I'll take whatever I get. The best part, she loved me just as much as I loved her.
That's everything really important that happened. It's a twisted and strange tale. But it has a gorgeous silver lining. Max. It's one of those clichés that was used back before the Pulse that says my feeling for Max. "Words really can't describe how I feel about her." The joy she gives me, the best way to describe it, the only way: MAX.
I know that everyone we knew thought that once this all had happened we'd "get it on" right then and there. But, to everyone's disappointment, I wanted to take things relatively slow. If Max and I rushed things, we wouldn't even have any hope of being together. Sure we'd have fun, "getting it on", while our relationship took that downward spiral. But that's what would happen, we'd take a downward spiral. It would keep going down until there would be no relationship at all. I really wanted that relationship, so we took things slow. We relished in the knowledge that each cared deeply for the other. We maintained our "dinner dates", with the exception of the following or preceding Eyes Only legwork. We saw each other for Eyes Only. But also, and on separate occasions, for the other's company. The pro quo was still kept, but each stayed with the other for more. Not just for info about her family. Or just for the legwork that I couldn't do myself for Eyes Only.
I'm telling my two cents about this all. Maybe no one cares. But I care. I think that Max cares. That's all that really matters. At least today. Today, I'm telling my thoughts. To no one that can hear me. No one who's paying attention to what I've said. To no one who's sitting right next to me. In front of the window. Looking out at the world. Or at least what's left of it. To no one who's waiting for the love of his life to walk into the room. To light up his life even more. To no one who's waiting for her to walk in while you wait in a chair, a wheelchair. To no one who's waiting for her to walk in and just live in the moment. Enjoy it to the last drop. To no one who's just starting the best thing of his life.
So that's where we are right now. There's a strong love between us. Nothing really enforcing it but our feelings. For now, that's enough. Enough for a strong base. A base to something that's meaningful. That's long reaching and long lasting. That forms a bridge between the two of us. A bridge that we can live on. Live on together, and forever. Or as long as forever will last.
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A/N – I know that the ending kinda sucked. Sorry! I made everything else so sappy, I couldn't write anymore. There wasn't anymore left, or at least anything that I could end this with that wouldn't ruin my sequel. Yes you heard correctly, sequel. If you didn't read my foreword, then you've read it here. I'm gonna write a sequel to this. It's gonna be similar to this, but still different and unique. The more requests I get for the sequel (if any), the sooner I'll post it. I want to see your reviews!
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~* mblab *~