~#~ Two Weeks Earlier ~#~
Sitting at the table, Logan drummed his hands impatiently. Max was late, dinner was ready, and he was getting worried. It had been a week since Logan had put down his crutches for the last time, and he was now walking independently, without much trouble, as long as he took it slowly and easily. Looking over the table, meticulously set, candles lit, food on plates, soft jazz music on, lights dimmed, it looked a part of a scene set for a romantic dinner for two. And sitting in this scene alone, Logan was growing more and more frustrated. Where the hell is she? Logan thought with a scowl. She better still is coming. I wonder if I should page her again. Maybe she decided not to come. She is probably off with Cindy ay Crash or something. The more and more he sat there, the more and more angry Logan became. When he heard the knock on the door, he jumped out of his chair and onto his feet. He did this too quickly, and just as quickly as he jumped, he crashed to the ground again with a loud crash.
Max stood outside Logan's door, gaining her courage before she knocked. In actuality, she was late because she had been searching for something to wear. After an exasperating twenty-minute debate, she finally chose the same thing she had always worn. She wore a pair of black pants, and a baby blue sweater. Finally gathering all her willpower, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. It was a split second before she heard the crash that had her jerking the door open and running inside. Moving quickly towards the crash, she rushed into the dinning room to see Logan lying on the ground, slowly sitting up. "Oh my god! Logan, what happened!?" Max asked frantically as she rushed to Logan's side. She got down beside his as he sat up; she took his arm, looking at his as she checked his pulse. "Its nothing, just leave me alone, I'm fine" Logan snapped bad-tempered. "I'm fine" he snaps again and jerks his arm out of her grasp. Max looked at him, concern still obvious in her eyes. "What happened? Did you fall? Are you ok? Do you want me to go get your wheelchair" Max shot off questions at a rapid pace. Logan's control snapped at the last question. "No, I am fine. Just get away from me, just leave! I don't need your help!" he shouted angrily. Max slowly stood up, wide-eyed at Logan's sudden outburst. "Well, sorry--." She was cut off as Logan spasmodically got to his feet and left the room. Max heard the click of the bedroom door, right before she stood up and fled.
A/N: God, does this suck or what? [Everyone nods in agreement.] It seems so old and trite months and months later.
Sitting at the table, Logan drummed his hands impatiently. Max was late, dinner was ready, and he was getting worried. It had been a week since Logan had put down his crutches for the last time, and he was now walking independently, without much trouble, as long as he took it slowly and easily. Looking over the table, meticulously set, candles lit, food on plates, soft jazz music on, lights dimmed, it looked a part of a scene set for a romantic dinner for two. And sitting in this scene alone, Logan was growing more and more frustrated. Where the hell is she? Logan thought with a scowl. She better still is coming. I wonder if I should page her again. Maybe she decided not to come. She is probably off with Cindy ay Crash or something. The more and more he sat there, the more and more angry Logan became. When he heard the knock on the door, he jumped out of his chair and onto his feet. He did this too quickly, and just as quickly as he jumped, he crashed to the ground again with a loud crash.
Max stood outside Logan's door, gaining her courage before she knocked. In actuality, she was late because she had been searching for something to wear. After an exasperating twenty-minute debate, she finally chose the same thing she had always worn. She wore a pair of black pants, and a baby blue sweater. Finally gathering all her willpower, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. It was a split second before she heard the crash that had her jerking the door open and running inside. Moving quickly towards the crash, she rushed into the dinning room to see Logan lying on the ground, slowly sitting up. "Oh my god! Logan, what happened!?" Max asked frantically as she rushed to Logan's side. She got down beside his as he sat up; she took his arm, looking at his as she checked his pulse. "Its nothing, just leave me alone, I'm fine" Logan snapped bad-tempered. "I'm fine" he snaps again and jerks his arm out of her grasp. Max looked at him, concern still obvious in her eyes. "What happened? Did you fall? Are you ok? Do you want me to go get your wheelchair" Max shot off questions at a rapid pace. Logan's control snapped at the last question. "No, I am fine. Just get away from me, just leave! I don't need your help!" he shouted angrily. Max slowly stood up, wide-eyed at Logan's sudden outburst. "Well, sorry--." She was cut off as Logan spasmodically got to his feet and left the room. Max heard the click of the bedroom door, right before she stood up and fled.
A/N: God, does this suck or what? [Everyone nods in agreement.] It seems so old and trite months and months later.