Chapter Six:
Original Cindy yawned as she sat on Max's bed, neatly folding clothes as Max tossed them over her shoulder from the heaps they sat on her closet floor. "Girl, you are the most disorganized person I know, yet you always know where every damn thing is."
"Plus half of yours." Max called back, her voice muffled as she held a red sweater up in front of her face.
Cindy yawned again, her jaw cracking. She was so glad it was her day off because she and Max had pulled an all nighter, Cindy comforting Max as she effectively freaked out over what she was about to do.
When the sound of muffled ringing from under one of the various piles on the bed, Cindy started picking up piles of clothes, in search of the phone. "Under the pillow." Max said as she tossed Cindy a couple of shirts.
Cindy grabbed the phone and flipped it on as she folded one of several black shirts. "Top of the world, God speaking. How may I direct your call?" Cindy asked sarcastically.
"Uh, Cindy?" Logan's confused voice echoed over the line.
"Hmmm." Cindy decided that what she had to say to Logan would be more effective if delivered in person. "Max, phone." She said, holding the phone out.
"Who is it?" Max asked, sticking her head out of the closet.
"Logan."
Max shook her head desperately, her eyes wide. "Uh, Max is busy right now. She's, uh, in the shower." Cindy ad-libbed raising a brow at Max. She was going to be living with the boy for a year, but she was going to avoid his phone calls. Right…
"Um, ok." Logan said, knowing perfectly well what was going on because he had heard Max's voice in the background a few seconds earlier. "Tell Max that she needs to call me concerning…our arrangement."
"You mean your little fakey fake wedding, right?" Cindy snapped. "Original Cindy is not stupid, and she knows what is going on, so you can quit talking in code."
"She told you?"
"Hell yea she told me. She is my best boo and I know when something is wrong. I have a few choice words for you, moneybags, but that is better left for another time. What do you want me to tell her?"
"Uh, tell her that we have to go to my uncle's house tonight, tell her to wear a dress, be here at six." Logan said tritely. He was getting sick of getting yelled at by pissed off females. If this was what he had to look forward to for the next year…
"I'll tell her." Cindy said quickly before the line went dead.
"Oh and by the way." Logan snapped sarcastically into the receiver. "Manticore should be arriving at your house in the next couple of minuets, I told them you'd be expecting them." He threw the phone down onto the table, frustrated, but not really knowing what he was frustrated at.
Original Cindy yawned as she sat on Max's bed, neatly folding clothes as Max tossed them over her shoulder from the heaps they sat on her closet floor. "Girl, you are the most disorganized person I know, yet you always know where every damn thing is."
"Plus half of yours." Max called back, her voice muffled as she held a red sweater up in front of her face.
Cindy yawned again, her jaw cracking. She was so glad it was her day off because she and Max had pulled an all nighter, Cindy comforting Max as she effectively freaked out over what she was about to do.
When the sound of muffled ringing from under one of the various piles on the bed, Cindy started picking up piles of clothes, in search of the phone. "Under the pillow." Max said as she tossed Cindy a couple of shirts.
Cindy grabbed the phone and flipped it on as she folded one of several black shirts. "Top of the world, God speaking. How may I direct your call?" Cindy asked sarcastically.
"Uh, Cindy?" Logan's confused voice echoed over the line.
"Hmmm." Cindy decided that what she had to say to Logan would be more effective if delivered in person. "Max, phone." She said, holding the phone out.
"Who is it?" Max asked, sticking her head out of the closet.
"Logan."
Max shook her head desperately, her eyes wide. "Uh, Max is busy right now. She's, uh, in the shower." Cindy ad-libbed raising a brow at Max. She was going to be living with the boy for a year, but she was going to avoid his phone calls. Right…
"Um, ok." Logan said, knowing perfectly well what was going on because he had heard Max's voice in the background a few seconds earlier. "Tell Max that she needs to call me concerning…our arrangement."
"You mean your little fakey fake wedding, right?" Cindy snapped. "Original Cindy is not stupid, and she knows what is going on, so you can quit talking in code."
"She told you?"
"Hell yea she told me. She is my best boo and I know when something is wrong. I have a few choice words for you, moneybags, but that is better left for another time. What do you want me to tell her?"
"Uh, tell her that we have to go to my uncle's house tonight, tell her to wear a dress, be here at six." Logan said tritely. He was getting sick of getting yelled at by pissed off females. If this was what he had to look forward to for the next year…
"I'll tell her." Cindy said quickly before the line went dead.
"Oh and by the way." Logan snapped sarcastically into the receiver. "Manticore should be arriving at your house in the next couple of minuets, I told them you'd be expecting them." He threw the phone down onto the table, frustrated, but not really knowing what he was frustrated at.