Bliss
Part 8 ~ Zackie
By Callao
DarkAngelGirlie@aol.com
Please don't shoot me. I'm so sorry this is late. I had a horrible case of writer's block and this is about all I could squeeze out of my brain before the block came back. That's why it's so short. But here it is, Bliss chappy 8.
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"What are you doing?" Zack repeated through gritted teeth, slowly turning red from anger. Beside me, Logan has a mixture of a horrified and surprised look on his face. My brother is clenching and unclenching his fist, obviously holding back from attacking Logan, for my sake, most likely.
"We were just..." Logan trails off after Zack gave him an evil look.
"What are you doing here, Zack?" I ask calmly, trying to divert my brother's attention from Logan.
"I came to check up on you, Maxie," he replies "And tell you to leave Seattle. You've been here too long and you caused a lot of trouble, Lydecker could be on to you by now."
I sigh. Every time he comes to visit. 'Leave Seattle, danger, blah, blah, woof, woof.' My God, does he ever give up? "I'm not leaving Seattle, Zackie. I like it here. I have friends here, a job here, an apartment and I'm damn well not leaving."
Zack's face grows hard, his lips tightening into one long whitish line before responding, "Max, it's not safe. You shouldn't attach. You should move around. If you came with me, I'll..."
"Zack! Stop being so anal! I'm not going any-freakin'-where! I-" A sharp cough cuts me off mid-sentence. I'd forgotten about Logan, who's sitting next to me, looking extremely uncomfortable at being the witness of two fighting former X-5s. Zack's gaze falls on Logan again, his pissed-off look returning in full force.
"Fuck off, miracle boy," Zack growls.
"It's my apartment, soldier. You fuck off," Damn, the boy's got balls, which Zack looks like he's gonna rip off, fry, and feed to him, but balls nonetheless.
"You. Little. Bastard. You touch my Max and-"
"Your Max? Hell no, I ain't your Max," I pause and an idea hits me. Slowly, I smile. "I'm Logan's."
Zack, if possible, looks even more irate than before as I go and sit on an evilly grinning Logan's lap. Logan links his arms around my waist and I snuggle back into him.
"You have a problem with it, Zack?" Logan mocks. Zack glares at him. If looks could kill, Logan wouldn't be more than a dot of blood on the ground. Logan just smiles innocently.
I turn myself around so I'm straddling Logan and I kiss him, running a hand through his hair. Mm, soft... About 30 seconds later, Logan recovers from the shock and kisses back. Zack's eyes are burning angrily into the back of my head and I can feel how mad he is, his anger practically radiating off him in thick waves. My free hand slides down to the hem of Logan's and I tug it up slowly. Beneath me, I can feel Logan shaking with barely held laughter and I have to force myself to keep from giggling.
Zack gives an irate grunt and storms out, slamming the door so it rattles on its hinges. Unable to take it anymore, Logan breaks apart from me and starts laughing his ass off. I slide into the empty seat beside him and try, but fail, to keep from laughing. A few moments later, we've calmed down, mostly.
"We didn't piss Zack off too much, do you think, so he won't come back?" Logan asks. "I mean, he may be annoying, but he's still your big brother..."
"Nah, he'll be back. He always does come back, no matter how much I manage to piss him off. He loves 'his Maxie' too much not to," I snort, the scene replaying through my head. If only I had got to see the look on Zack face when I was kissing Logan, but I have an idea of what it was. His infamous pissy look.
We sit in comfortable silence for a bit then an evil thought crosses my mind and I grin. "Logan?"
"Hmm?"
"So, why exactly don't you like poker?"
He sighs.
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So, that'll probably be it for Bliss unless I come up with new ideas and, if I do, posts will most likely be few and far between. I do love this story, but I'm running out of ideas. Sorry guys. And thanks for reading.
Part 8 ~ Zackie
By Callao
DarkAngelGirlie@aol.com
Please don't shoot me. I'm so sorry this is late. I had a horrible case of writer's block and this is about all I could squeeze out of my brain before the block came back. That's why it's so short. But here it is, Bliss chappy 8.
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"What are you doing?" Zack repeated through gritted teeth, slowly turning red from anger. Beside me, Logan has a mixture of a horrified and surprised look on his face. My brother is clenching and unclenching his fist, obviously holding back from attacking Logan, for my sake, most likely.
"We were just..." Logan trails off after Zack gave him an evil look.
"What are you doing here, Zack?" I ask calmly, trying to divert my brother's attention from Logan.
"I came to check up on you, Maxie," he replies "And tell you to leave Seattle. You've been here too long and you caused a lot of trouble, Lydecker could be on to you by now."
I sigh. Every time he comes to visit. 'Leave Seattle, danger, blah, blah, woof, woof.' My God, does he ever give up? "I'm not leaving Seattle, Zackie. I like it here. I have friends here, a job here, an apartment and I'm damn well not leaving."
Zack's face grows hard, his lips tightening into one long whitish line before responding, "Max, it's not safe. You shouldn't attach. You should move around. If you came with me, I'll..."
"Zack! Stop being so anal! I'm not going any-freakin'-where! I-" A sharp cough cuts me off mid-sentence. I'd forgotten about Logan, who's sitting next to me, looking extremely uncomfortable at being the witness of two fighting former X-5s. Zack's gaze falls on Logan again, his pissed-off look returning in full force.
"Fuck off, miracle boy," Zack growls.
"It's my apartment, soldier. You fuck off," Damn, the boy's got balls, which Zack looks like he's gonna rip off, fry, and feed to him, but balls nonetheless.
"You. Little. Bastard. You touch my Max and-"
"Your Max? Hell no, I ain't your Max," I pause and an idea hits me. Slowly, I smile. "I'm Logan's."
Zack, if possible, looks even more irate than before as I go and sit on an evilly grinning Logan's lap. Logan links his arms around my waist and I snuggle back into him.
"You have a problem with it, Zack?" Logan mocks. Zack glares at him. If looks could kill, Logan wouldn't be more than a dot of blood on the ground. Logan just smiles innocently.
I turn myself around so I'm straddling Logan and I kiss him, running a hand through his hair. Mm, soft... About 30 seconds later, Logan recovers from the shock and kisses back. Zack's eyes are burning angrily into the back of my head and I can feel how mad he is, his anger practically radiating off him in thick waves. My free hand slides down to the hem of Logan's and I tug it up slowly. Beneath me, I can feel Logan shaking with barely held laughter and I have to force myself to keep from giggling.
Zack gives an irate grunt and storms out, slamming the door so it rattles on its hinges. Unable to take it anymore, Logan breaks apart from me and starts laughing his ass off. I slide into the empty seat beside him and try, but fail, to keep from laughing. A few moments later, we've calmed down, mostly.
"We didn't piss Zack off too much, do you think, so he won't come back?" Logan asks. "I mean, he may be annoying, but he's still your big brother..."
"Nah, he'll be back. He always does come back, no matter how much I manage to piss him off. He loves 'his Maxie' too much not to," I snort, the scene replaying through my head. If only I had got to see the look on Zack face when I was kissing Logan, but I have an idea of what it was. His infamous pissy look.
We sit in comfortable silence for a bit then an evil thought crosses my mind and I grin. "Logan?"
"Hmm?"
"So, why exactly don't you like poker?"
He sighs.
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So, that'll probably be it for Bliss unless I come up with new ideas and, if I do, posts will most likely be few and far between. I do love this story, but I'm running out of ideas. Sorry guys. And thanks for reading.