Bliss
Part 6 ~ Crash and Freezers
By Callao
DarkAngelGirlie@aol.com
I wrote this with the help of my very bestest friend, Piper, (Flattery will get you everywhere dawg
*lol*) on Tuesday when we were doped up on my birthday cake and caffeine. Ta hermanita. Longest
chapter and somewhat different from the others. Still fun to write though :)
* * * * *
"Rolla' boy comin' tonight?"
I glance at Cindy's reflection in the bathroom mirror I'm currently in front of, putting on lip gloss.
She's leaning against the doorframe, a hand on her hip, smirking.
"Yeah. And he's not rolla' boy anymore, he can walk, 'member?"
"So? Anyway, that's aiight an' all as long as you two don't be makin' out in front of Original Cindy
cause she don't wanna be seeing that." I shake my head and turn around to face Cindy, pushing
myself onto the sink to sit.
"Logan and I don't have that kind of relationship, Cindy and you know it."
"I know, it's just there's enough sexual tension 'tween the two of you ta drown an elephant."
"An elephant?"
She shrugs. "First animal that came ta mind."
"I think all the elephants are extinct."
"That's not tha point." Cindy frowns.
"Well, we can't very well drown something that doesn't exist, can we? 'Sexual tension' or not, even
we're not that good." I smirk.
She ignores my last comment. "Come on, we're gonna be late."
"Aiight." I walk out to our makeshift living room and pick up the extra helmet for Cindy, tossing it to
her. She catches it and follows me out to the street as I wheel my baby down. About 10 minutes later,
we arrive at Crash and walk in. Herbal and Sketchy are already at our normal table, along with
Logan. Mm. Logan's lookin' yummy with an unbuttoned, long sleeve plaid shirt and a white tank top
underneath. Max! Don't think about him like that. He's Logan not…. Hot. Or yummy. Or anything
like that. Yeah…
"Hey Cindy"'s and "Hey Max"'s chorus from the three at the table along with a "Hello kitten." I roll
my eyes and sit next to Logan. Original Cindy sits across from me. The five of us make small talk for
a few moments before I decide I'm thirsty.
"I'm getting a beer. Anyone want anything?" They shake their heads. "Okay. Come on, Logan. You're
coming with me."
"Why?" Logan gives an adorable innocent look.
"I don't trust you with my friends."
"Why not?" He grins. "Do you think I'm gonna tell them something you don't want them to know?
Like the kitten thing?"
"Exactly."
"How do you know I haven't already told Herbal and Sketchy? I was here before you, you know."
"You didn't."
"So, I didn't. But still..."
"Bitch." I slap him upside the head then grab him at the base of his neck. "Come on." He scrambles up
to his feet, half of his account, the other half of me pulling him up. Whimpering adorably, he drags
after me to the bar. When we reached the bar, I let go of him. Rubbing his red, now bruising neck, he
frowns at me.
"That hurt." That sounded way too much like a wounded puppy. Aw, so sad. Hm.
"Well, you deserved it." The bartender clears his throat. I turn to him, irritated. "A beer." I turn back
to Logan. He's touching his neck gingerly. "Oh get over it Logan. I didn't hurt you that bad."
"Yes, you did." He mock sniffles. "And I'm not a bitch."
"Yes, you are. You're my bitch. Now come on." He seemed scarily content with that as he follows me
back to the table, my beer in his hand. We sit down, Cindy raising an eyebrow at me, and Logan
hands me my beer. I take a sip from the beer and roll my eyes. They'll think what they want. Okay, so
what they're thinking is close to what actually happened, but that's okay. They don't have to know
that.
"Boo, ya wanna shoot pool wit' Original Cindy?"
"Aiight." We get up and walk to the pool table. After a few minutes, Logan, Herbal and Sketchy come
over. The two, minus Logan, keep exchanging looks with Cindy. Aiight, they're up to something.
We finish the game and I win. "Boo, come wit' me ta tha little girl's." I glance at her then follow. We
walk straight past the bathroom and to the empty kitchen.
"Um... Cindy. You know the bathroom's back there, right?" She nods. "And we're in the kitchen." She
nods again. "You really didn't have to piss, did you?" She shakes her head. "Then why are we in the
kitchen?" She smiles and takes a step towards me. I take a step back. We repeat again. "Cindy... you're
scaring me." Again she takes a step forward and I take one back. "You're not gonna go all psycho on
me, right? I've seen Pre-Pulse horror movies and they killas do this before they hack the person to li'l
pieces." Her grin grows wider.
Oh, God. Cindy's gonna murder me.
I take a step back, then another.
"Cindy..." I whimper and move back. Cindy steps forward and shoves me. I stumble back, caught off
guard, into a small room. The door is slammed shut and I can hear the click of the lock.
What the fuck?
"Original Cindy!" I balance myself and move over to the door. I kick it with as much strength as I
have. The heavy metal door creaks and dents slightly under the pressure, but doesn't give. Dammit. I
feel along the door for a handle. There isn't one. Sigh. I'm in a freezer. I hope it isn't on.
"Now this is just ducky." I mumble to myself. "My so called best friend locked me in a freakin' freezer.
And the damn door won't budge. And I think she's gonna try to murder me. Oh, yeah. Just damn
peachy."
I sigh and lean my head on the wall next to the door. Who knows when, or even if, I'm gonna get out
of here. I move my hand to rest on the door... and it keeps moving. The door's not there. Yes! I start
to walk out the door, only to be forced back in by a something heavy. I slam into the back wall and
the heavy thing falls at my feet. The door slams and clicks again.
"Ugh." The thing groans and turns over.
Logan.
The thing is Logan. What the hell is Cindy up to?
"Cindy! What are you doing?" I scream at the door, hoping she is still out there.
"It's for your own good, Boo." Comes my muffled reply.
"What the hell?!? Cindy! How is killing me and Logan for my own good?!?"
"We not killin' yall." I frown.
"Then what are you doing?"
"Ya two are stayin' in there ova-night."
"Why?!?"
"Yall are gonna get ova whateva that's keepin' ya apart and get togetha. Bang tha gong, talk, whateva.
But 'morrow mornin' yall betta be togetha or Original Cindy gonna lock ya in a freezer more of'en.
See ya in the morn."
"Cindy!" Soft retreating footsteps are my reply. "Get back here and let us out!" No answer.
"Dammit!" I groan. Logan sits up, blinking his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Right. 'Mere mortals'
can't see in the dark. I flip the light switch. The bulb flickers on, off, then shakily stays on.
"Max?" Logan is looking really confused. He has a small cut over his right eyebrow, probably from
hitting the floor. Something, motherly instinct, maybe just plain caring, flickers when I see his cut. I
kneel before him and pull out a tissue, wiping the blood away. He looks even more confused. Poor
boy.
"Max, where are we?"
"A freezer."
"A freezer?"
"Yup. In Crash."
"A freezer in Crash?"
"Yup."
"Why?" He sounds like he's about to cry. Aw.
"Cindy locked us in here." He opens his mouth to ask why again, but I cut him off, "She says she's
gonna lock us up in freezer 'til we get together."
"Together, how?"
"'Bang the gong, talk, whatever.' " I quote. He gives me a look and I roll my eyes. No way, boyo.
"She'll be back in the morning."
I stand leaning against the wall for who knows how long. Logan sits watching me.
"Are you going to stand there until Cindy comes back or are you going to sit down." Smartass.
"Yeah, I'm gonna sit. Give me your shirt."
He raises an eyebrow at me. "Come again?"
"I'm not sitting straight on this nasty-ass floor. Give me your shirt to sit on."
"It's not that nasty-ass." He states, looking down at the floor. All I can see is dirt and nasty shit and I
actually paid $75 for these pants. No way in hell am I messing these up.
"Logan. Give me your shirt, dammit!"
"Well, since you asked so nicely." I shot him an evil look. "Which one you want, kitten?"
Hm. I like the both... but I like the blue better. I don't want him to mess it up. "The white one."
He slips off the blue shirt and places it in his lap. The he takes off the white shirt and hands it to me. I
don't wanna ogle, but damn! He looks good without a shirt on! I take the shirt and fold it in half.
Dropping it on the floor, I follow suit onto it. He puts the blue shirt back on and buttons it. Mm.
"Max?"
"Uh huh?"
"You still alive there?"
"No, I'm just extremely talented and can talk when dead." Stupid question, very stupid question.
"No need to be bitchy. I was just asking." Whore! He called me bitchy. That boy's looking to get his
ass kicked.
"Bitchy? I think I have every right in the world to be bitchy! I'm locked in a damn freezer. With you."
I emphasize you. He looks hurt by that. Shit. "Logan, that came out wrong. I meant... Whatever
Cindy is doing, she shouldn't have dragged you into it too."
"It's okay. I know what you really meant. I'll leave you alone until Cindy comes back."
"Logan, that's not what I meant." He just sits back and doesn't answer me. "Don't get all sulky and
mad. I didn't mean it the way it came out." He turns away from me. "I don't mind being locked in
here with you, it's just that Cindy shouldn't have locked you in too."
Great. And Logan's mad at me. Can this get any better? And my leg starts to shake.
The odds are against me. Someone up high really, really hates me.
"Logan... I know you're pissed at me, but I'm having a seizure." My words start to slur together. He
turns to me immediately.
"Did you take your Tryptophan?"
"Before I left." The shake spreads up my legs and I start shaking lightly all over.
"Do you have any with you?" I'm starting to seize badly now. Unable to speak, I nod. I push my hips
off the floor and try to take the bag of pills out of my pocket from my pants. After a little struggling, I
get the bag out but I can't open it. Logan takes it from my shaking hands and opens it. Giving him a
look of thanks, I shove the pills into my mouth and swallow.
I can hear Logan talking and see his lips moving, but I can't make out the words. I lay down and put
my head in his lap, willing the shaking away. Logan strokes my hair, calming me and the shaking
calms also. I close my eyes and try to sleep.
* * * * *
I'm woken up by a sudden light and voices. Opening my eyes, I see Cindy, Sketchy and Herbal. I sit
up, but lean back beside Logan, who's sound asleep, breathing deeply.
"Nice night?" Cindy asking smirking.
"I was locked in a freakin' freezer all night. How do you think I feel?"
"Very, very happy. Tired, even."
"Now why would I be happy or tired?
"From screwing Logan all night?"
"Cindy! I could have died in here. I had a seizure."
"Well," Sketchy cut in. "When you do a certain 'activity', the result could mistaken for a seizure."
"Sketchy!" He and Cindy are full out laughing. Even Herbal is chuckling. "Not that my sex life is any
of your businesses, but I didn't screw Logan."
"Last night?"
"Ever!"
"Then why is his shirt on the floor?"
"I didn't want to sit on the nasty floor- why does it matter?" I lean over to Logan and shake him
lightly. "Logan, wake up." He stirs but doesn't wake. I lean directly over his ear. "Logan!" He jerks
awake. "Hey."
"Hey." He says softly. "Cindy here?" I nod towards the doorway. He looks at her over my shoulder.
"Hello, Cindy." Damn. That sounded cold. I turn to look at her. She's unfazed by it. Logan stands up
and pulls me to my feet.
"Sleep well, Logan?" Cindy mocks. He rolls his eyes and walks away. I smile and follow. "Rolla'. I'm
talkin' ta ya!"
He walks back over to her. "Oh, I'm sorry, Original Cindy." He smiles and pushes her into the freezer,
shutting the door. That's my boy! And he walks away.
"Loooooogan!"
He shakes his head and keeps walking.
* * * * *
Part 6 ~ Crash and Freezers
By Callao
DarkAngelGirlie@aol.com
I wrote this with the help of my very bestest friend, Piper, (Flattery will get you everywhere dawg
*lol*) on Tuesday when we were doped up on my birthday cake and caffeine. Ta hermanita. Longest
chapter and somewhat different from the others. Still fun to write though :)
* * * * *
"Rolla' boy comin' tonight?"
I glance at Cindy's reflection in the bathroom mirror I'm currently in front of, putting on lip gloss.
She's leaning against the doorframe, a hand on her hip, smirking.
"Yeah. And he's not rolla' boy anymore, he can walk, 'member?"
"So? Anyway, that's aiight an' all as long as you two don't be makin' out in front of Original Cindy
cause she don't wanna be seeing that." I shake my head and turn around to face Cindy, pushing
myself onto the sink to sit.
"Logan and I don't have that kind of relationship, Cindy and you know it."
"I know, it's just there's enough sexual tension 'tween the two of you ta drown an elephant."
"An elephant?"
She shrugs. "First animal that came ta mind."
"I think all the elephants are extinct."
"That's not tha point." Cindy frowns.
"Well, we can't very well drown something that doesn't exist, can we? 'Sexual tension' or not, even
we're not that good." I smirk.
She ignores my last comment. "Come on, we're gonna be late."
"Aiight." I walk out to our makeshift living room and pick up the extra helmet for Cindy, tossing it to
her. She catches it and follows me out to the street as I wheel my baby down. About 10 minutes later,
we arrive at Crash and walk in. Herbal and Sketchy are already at our normal table, along with
Logan. Mm. Logan's lookin' yummy with an unbuttoned, long sleeve plaid shirt and a white tank top
underneath. Max! Don't think about him like that. He's Logan not…. Hot. Or yummy. Or anything
like that. Yeah…
"Hey Cindy"'s and "Hey Max"'s chorus from the three at the table along with a "Hello kitten." I roll
my eyes and sit next to Logan. Original Cindy sits across from me. The five of us make small talk for
a few moments before I decide I'm thirsty.
"I'm getting a beer. Anyone want anything?" They shake their heads. "Okay. Come on, Logan. You're
coming with me."
"Why?" Logan gives an adorable innocent look.
"I don't trust you with my friends."
"Why not?" He grins. "Do you think I'm gonna tell them something you don't want them to know?
Like the kitten thing?"
"Exactly."
"How do you know I haven't already told Herbal and Sketchy? I was here before you, you know."
"You didn't."
"So, I didn't. But still..."
"Bitch." I slap him upside the head then grab him at the base of his neck. "Come on." He scrambles up
to his feet, half of his account, the other half of me pulling him up. Whimpering adorably, he drags
after me to the bar. When we reached the bar, I let go of him. Rubbing his red, now bruising neck, he
frowns at me.
"That hurt." That sounded way too much like a wounded puppy. Aw, so sad. Hm.
"Well, you deserved it." The bartender clears his throat. I turn to him, irritated. "A beer." I turn back
to Logan. He's touching his neck gingerly. "Oh get over it Logan. I didn't hurt you that bad."
"Yes, you did." He mock sniffles. "And I'm not a bitch."
"Yes, you are. You're my bitch. Now come on." He seemed scarily content with that as he follows me
back to the table, my beer in his hand. We sit down, Cindy raising an eyebrow at me, and Logan
hands me my beer. I take a sip from the beer and roll my eyes. They'll think what they want. Okay, so
what they're thinking is close to what actually happened, but that's okay. They don't have to know
that.
"Boo, ya wanna shoot pool wit' Original Cindy?"
"Aiight." We get up and walk to the pool table. After a few minutes, Logan, Herbal and Sketchy come
over. The two, minus Logan, keep exchanging looks with Cindy. Aiight, they're up to something.
We finish the game and I win. "Boo, come wit' me ta tha little girl's." I glance at her then follow. We
walk straight past the bathroom and to the empty kitchen.
"Um... Cindy. You know the bathroom's back there, right?" She nods. "And we're in the kitchen." She
nods again. "You really didn't have to piss, did you?" She shakes her head. "Then why are we in the
kitchen?" She smiles and takes a step towards me. I take a step back. We repeat again. "Cindy... you're
scaring me." Again she takes a step forward and I take one back. "You're not gonna go all psycho on
me, right? I've seen Pre-Pulse horror movies and they killas do this before they hack the person to li'l
pieces." Her grin grows wider.
Oh, God. Cindy's gonna murder me.
I take a step back, then another.
"Cindy..." I whimper and move back. Cindy steps forward and shoves me. I stumble back, caught off
guard, into a small room. The door is slammed shut and I can hear the click of the lock.
What the fuck?
"Original Cindy!" I balance myself and move over to the door. I kick it with as much strength as I
have. The heavy metal door creaks and dents slightly under the pressure, but doesn't give. Dammit. I
feel along the door for a handle. There isn't one. Sigh. I'm in a freezer. I hope it isn't on.
"Now this is just ducky." I mumble to myself. "My so called best friend locked me in a freakin' freezer.
And the damn door won't budge. And I think she's gonna try to murder me. Oh, yeah. Just damn
peachy."
I sigh and lean my head on the wall next to the door. Who knows when, or even if, I'm gonna get out
of here. I move my hand to rest on the door... and it keeps moving. The door's not there. Yes! I start
to walk out the door, only to be forced back in by a something heavy. I slam into the back wall and
the heavy thing falls at my feet. The door slams and clicks again.
"Ugh." The thing groans and turns over.
Logan.
The thing is Logan. What the hell is Cindy up to?
"Cindy! What are you doing?" I scream at the door, hoping she is still out there.
"It's for your own good, Boo." Comes my muffled reply.
"What the hell?!? Cindy! How is killing me and Logan for my own good?!?"
"We not killin' yall." I frown.
"Then what are you doing?"
"Ya two are stayin' in there ova-night."
"Why?!?"
"Yall are gonna get ova whateva that's keepin' ya apart and get togetha. Bang tha gong, talk, whateva.
But 'morrow mornin' yall betta be togetha or Original Cindy gonna lock ya in a freezer more of'en.
See ya in the morn."
"Cindy!" Soft retreating footsteps are my reply. "Get back here and let us out!" No answer.
"Dammit!" I groan. Logan sits up, blinking his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Right. 'Mere mortals'
can't see in the dark. I flip the light switch. The bulb flickers on, off, then shakily stays on.
"Max?" Logan is looking really confused. He has a small cut over his right eyebrow, probably from
hitting the floor. Something, motherly instinct, maybe just plain caring, flickers when I see his cut. I
kneel before him and pull out a tissue, wiping the blood away. He looks even more confused. Poor
boy.
"Max, where are we?"
"A freezer."
"A freezer?"
"Yup. In Crash."
"A freezer in Crash?"
"Yup."
"Why?" He sounds like he's about to cry. Aw.
"Cindy locked us in here." He opens his mouth to ask why again, but I cut him off, "She says she's
gonna lock us up in freezer 'til we get together."
"Together, how?"
"'Bang the gong, talk, whatever.' " I quote. He gives me a look and I roll my eyes. No way, boyo.
"She'll be back in the morning."
I stand leaning against the wall for who knows how long. Logan sits watching me.
"Are you going to stand there until Cindy comes back or are you going to sit down." Smartass.
"Yeah, I'm gonna sit. Give me your shirt."
He raises an eyebrow at me. "Come again?"
"I'm not sitting straight on this nasty-ass floor. Give me your shirt to sit on."
"It's not that nasty-ass." He states, looking down at the floor. All I can see is dirt and nasty shit and I
actually paid $75 for these pants. No way in hell am I messing these up.
"Logan. Give me your shirt, dammit!"
"Well, since you asked so nicely." I shot him an evil look. "Which one you want, kitten?"
Hm. I like the both... but I like the blue better. I don't want him to mess it up. "The white one."
He slips off the blue shirt and places it in his lap. The he takes off the white shirt and hands it to me. I
don't wanna ogle, but damn! He looks good without a shirt on! I take the shirt and fold it in half.
Dropping it on the floor, I follow suit onto it. He puts the blue shirt back on and buttons it. Mm.
"Max?"
"Uh huh?"
"You still alive there?"
"No, I'm just extremely talented and can talk when dead." Stupid question, very stupid question.
"No need to be bitchy. I was just asking." Whore! He called me bitchy. That boy's looking to get his
ass kicked.
"Bitchy? I think I have every right in the world to be bitchy! I'm locked in a damn freezer. With you."
I emphasize you. He looks hurt by that. Shit. "Logan, that came out wrong. I meant... Whatever
Cindy is doing, she shouldn't have dragged you into it too."
"It's okay. I know what you really meant. I'll leave you alone until Cindy comes back."
"Logan, that's not what I meant." He just sits back and doesn't answer me. "Don't get all sulky and
mad. I didn't mean it the way it came out." He turns away from me. "I don't mind being locked in
here with you, it's just that Cindy shouldn't have locked you in too."
Great. And Logan's mad at me. Can this get any better? And my leg starts to shake.
The odds are against me. Someone up high really, really hates me.
"Logan... I know you're pissed at me, but I'm having a seizure." My words start to slur together. He
turns to me immediately.
"Did you take your Tryptophan?"
"Before I left." The shake spreads up my legs and I start shaking lightly all over.
"Do you have any with you?" I'm starting to seize badly now. Unable to speak, I nod. I push my hips
off the floor and try to take the bag of pills out of my pocket from my pants. After a little struggling, I
get the bag out but I can't open it. Logan takes it from my shaking hands and opens it. Giving him a
look of thanks, I shove the pills into my mouth and swallow.
I can hear Logan talking and see his lips moving, but I can't make out the words. I lay down and put
my head in his lap, willing the shaking away. Logan strokes my hair, calming me and the shaking
calms also. I close my eyes and try to sleep.
* * * * *
I'm woken up by a sudden light and voices. Opening my eyes, I see Cindy, Sketchy and Herbal. I sit
up, but lean back beside Logan, who's sound asleep, breathing deeply.
"Nice night?" Cindy asking smirking.
"I was locked in a freakin' freezer all night. How do you think I feel?"
"Very, very happy. Tired, even."
"Now why would I be happy or tired?
"From screwing Logan all night?"
"Cindy! I could have died in here. I had a seizure."
"Well," Sketchy cut in. "When you do a certain 'activity', the result could mistaken for a seizure."
"Sketchy!" He and Cindy are full out laughing. Even Herbal is chuckling. "Not that my sex life is any
of your businesses, but I didn't screw Logan."
"Last night?"
"Ever!"
"Then why is his shirt on the floor?"
"I didn't want to sit on the nasty floor- why does it matter?" I lean over to Logan and shake him
lightly. "Logan, wake up." He stirs but doesn't wake. I lean directly over his ear. "Logan!" He jerks
awake. "Hey."
"Hey." He says softly. "Cindy here?" I nod towards the doorway. He looks at her over my shoulder.
"Hello, Cindy." Damn. That sounded cold. I turn to look at her. She's unfazed by it. Logan stands up
and pulls me to my feet.
"Sleep well, Logan?" Cindy mocks. He rolls his eyes and walks away. I smile and follow. "Rolla'. I'm
talkin' ta ya!"
He walks back over to her. "Oh, I'm sorry, Original Cindy." He smiles and pushes her into the freezer,
shutting the door. That's my boy! And he walks away.
"Loooooogan!"
He shakes his head and keeps walking.
* * * * *