When Max awoke the next morning the first thing she noticed was that she was alone. Sitting up and trotting into the kitchen, she found a note in Logan's handwriting.
Max,
I think that we need some time apart to figure out where to go from here. At least I need some time.
Logan
Crumpling up the note, she went to go take a shower and collect her thoughts. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the water. As the gentle hiss filled the room, she went to the closet and took out two towels. After adjusting the water temperature, she derobed and climbed into the glass-covered alcove. She pressed her hands against the wall, and let the water stream across her face. Letting loose a string of profanity that would shock a sailor, she slowly pounded the wall with her fist.
As she was getting ready to get out, movement caught her eye. Turning to see what had caused it, an indescribable flood of emotions went through her. "Zack… what are you doing here?"
Zack quickly picked the lock and silently entered the apartment. His sensitive hearing instantly picked up on the sound of a shower running and a dull pounding sound. "Logan is gone, so it can't be that… what is she doing in there?" Peaking around the corner to the bathroom, he was greeted by a pleasant view. "My God she is beautiful." Watching until she was about to get out, he made his presence known. The signs of emotion on her face sent a wave of hope through him. "So all of that crap about not caring about me and getting caught up in the moment was just crap."
"Zack, what are you doing here?" Was her stammered response.
"I came for you." He physically tried to break down his emotional barriers.
"Jesus," she quickly covered her important areas with her arms, "How long have you been there?"
"I just arrived." He lied. "And it's not like you have something I haven't seen Maxie." She shuddered.
"Could you go outside while I change?" He smiled.
"Ya." After sliding into a pair of drawstring pants and the most modest shirt she owned, Max joined her brother on the couch. She ran a hand through her hair and prepared herself for another emotional marathon.
"I have something I need to tell you about."
Logan knocked lightly on the door to Cindy's apartment.
"Hold on!" She cried from inside. A few seconds passed before the multiple deadbolts were undone. The door opened to reveal a haggard Original Cindy. "Oh, hey boo." She smiled and stepped aside to allow him entrance to the apartment. "How you doing?" She put an arm around him and sipped a mug of coffee.
"I've been better." Wheeling over to the couch, he hoisted himself out of his chair and plopped down on a downy cushion. "Max came back."
"What?"
"She came back last night."
"Then why you here? Shouldn't you two be workin' shit out?"
"I want to, but I can barley look at her without breaking down." Not wanting to interrupt, she sat down next to him and slipped her arm around his shoulders. "I love her so much… It's just I don't know if I can trust her again. I want to trust her, I…" He began to break down into tears. Cindy pulled him close to her and comforted him. "How could she do this to me?"
"There, there. Now boo does have her priorities way outta wack, that much is true. But just the fact that she came back shows that she loves you. And I know that you love her."
"Why do women I love always hurt me?"
"I don't know boo." He pulled away from her and looked blankly into space.
"What should I do? I want to take her back with open arms, but…" Cindy interrupted him.
"But what? Just go back and talk with her. That is the only way to solve this. If it makes you feel better, I will go with you."
"It might be better if you do. Besides, you two need to talk as well."
"Ya, that's true. I'll go get my coat."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N- Sorry it's so short. It might be a few days before the next update.