Title: Dreams
Author: UNKNOWN
A/N: Ok, here's that Logan's POV chapter. This chapter covers everything from the moment Max walked out the door in Logan's POV. Sorry I'm not to enthusiastic. I just watched "Hello Goodbye" and, well, yeah. Let us all have a moment of silence for Max and Logan's dead (for now) relationship……………….OK, dry your eyes and enjoy this chapter. It's basically Logan going on about how he misses Max.
I knew it. I knew this would happen one day. Did ya honestly think she would stick around? How could you expect her to stay? If this thing was hard for you, it must have been ten times worse for her.
But the love of my life just walked out that door. What am I going to do now? Nothing matters anymore. Nothing. So I'm just going to sit here with my bottle of scotch, and drink myself stupid to dull the pain.
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I must have passed out, because I found myself in that golden room, dancing to that same, sad music with my Max. My beautiful Max. I could touch her here. But all to soon the wonderful dream came to an end and I woke up to a splitting headache. Why couldn't I just sleep forever?
I stayed in be all morning, not wanting to get up and face this horrible thing called reality. Asha came by about noon.
"Hey Logan! Rise and shine!" The way she just walked in here, without even knocking or anything, reminded me of Max.
She opened the door to my room. "Hey." She said. She leaned against the doorframe the way Max had in my office just last night.
Screw being polite. "Go away, Asha." I said, my voice muffled by my pillow.
"Logan? What's wrong?" She came and sat beside me on the bed.
I said nothing. Then,"Max broke up with me."
"Oh…I'm sorry."
"Hmm. Yeah, right."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Listen, could you just, like, go and not come back?"
"Fine!"
"Fine."
The door slammed as Asha stormed out of the apartment. Good. I never liked her much, anyway.
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I can't do this. I have to go see Max. I took a shower and got dressed; then headed over to Max's work. I asked the man behind the desk - what was his name again? Normal? – where I could find Max.
"Wouldn't we all like to know that?" He snapped at me. Damn, what was his problem?
"Well, is she here?" I asked.
"Nope, called in sick, AGAIN! Hot run, 46 Hugly!" He handed a package to a kid nearby.
Max was sick? "Well, thanks for your help." I said and walked back to my car.
I decided not to go over to her apartment. I figured that whatever she had, seeing me would make it worse. I think I read somewhere about illnesses being linked to the brain, or something like that. Anyway, I didn't think I could really confront her. I was just planning on driving by Jam Pony, just to get a glimpse of her. That's how much I missed her, and she'd only been gone one day! I guess it just knowing that she won't come back that's really getting to me.
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Try as I might, the next few nights I just couldn't fall asleep. I missed Max too much. I spent most of my nights cursing and damning the people that did this to her. No more drinking, though. I ran out of scotch. Didn't want to drink wine because that reminded me of Max, and I didn't need that.
It's been, what, 6 days now since the last time I've seen Max? Feels more like six years. I have to do something. But all I could do was think of her. Her smile, her laugh, her touch, her hair, her kiss. Imagine how I felt when I saw her walk in the door, and place her lips on mine.
A/N: I have mixed feeling about this chapter. I think it's sweet, but boring. Who knows, though, you guys may like it. Oh, and, anyone else think that we should make James Cameron apologize for tonight's ep, then hold him hostage until he fixes the show?? Hey, who knows, my next humor fic may go a little something like that…think I should do it?
Author: UNKNOWN
A/N: Ok, here's that Logan's POV chapter. This chapter covers everything from the moment Max walked out the door in Logan's POV. Sorry I'm not to enthusiastic. I just watched "Hello Goodbye" and, well, yeah. Let us all have a moment of silence for Max and Logan's dead (for now) relationship……………….OK, dry your eyes and enjoy this chapter. It's basically Logan going on about how he misses Max.
I knew it. I knew this would happen one day. Did ya honestly think she would stick around? How could you expect her to stay? If this thing was hard for you, it must have been ten times worse for her.
But the love of my life just walked out that door. What am I going to do now? Nothing matters anymore. Nothing. So I'm just going to sit here with my bottle of scotch, and drink myself stupid to dull the pain.
****
I must have passed out, because I found myself in that golden room, dancing to that same, sad music with my Max. My beautiful Max. I could touch her here. But all to soon the wonderful dream came to an end and I woke up to a splitting headache. Why couldn't I just sleep forever?
I stayed in be all morning, not wanting to get up and face this horrible thing called reality. Asha came by about noon.
"Hey Logan! Rise and shine!" The way she just walked in here, without even knocking or anything, reminded me of Max.
She opened the door to my room. "Hey." She said. She leaned against the doorframe the way Max had in my office just last night.
Screw being polite. "Go away, Asha." I said, my voice muffled by my pillow.
"Logan? What's wrong?" She came and sat beside me on the bed.
I said nothing. Then,"Max broke up with me."
"Oh…I'm sorry."
"Hmm. Yeah, right."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Listen, could you just, like, go and not come back?"
"Fine!"
"Fine."
The door slammed as Asha stormed out of the apartment. Good. I never liked her much, anyway.
****
I can't do this. I have to go see Max. I took a shower and got dressed; then headed over to Max's work. I asked the man behind the desk - what was his name again? Normal? – where I could find Max.
"Wouldn't we all like to know that?" He snapped at me. Damn, what was his problem?
"Well, is she here?" I asked.
"Nope, called in sick, AGAIN! Hot run, 46 Hugly!" He handed a package to a kid nearby.
Max was sick? "Well, thanks for your help." I said and walked back to my car.
I decided not to go over to her apartment. I figured that whatever she had, seeing me would make it worse. I think I read somewhere about illnesses being linked to the brain, or something like that. Anyway, I didn't think I could really confront her. I was just planning on driving by Jam Pony, just to get a glimpse of her. That's how much I missed her, and she'd only been gone one day! I guess it just knowing that she won't come back that's really getting to me.
****
Try as I might, the next few nights I just couldn't fall asleep. I missed Max too much. I spent most of my nights cursing and damning the people that did this to her. No more drinking, though. I ran out of scotch. Didn't want to drink wine because that reminded me of Max, and I didn't need that.
It's been, what, 6 days now since the last time I've seen Max? Feels more like six years. I have to do something. But all I could do was think of her. Her smile, her laugh, her touch, her hair, her kiss. Imagine how I felt when I saw her walk in the door, and place her lips on mine.
A/N: I have mixed feeling about this chapter. I think it's sweet, but boring. Who knows, though, you guys may like it. Oh, and, anyone else think that we should make James Cameron apologize for tonight's ep, then hold him hostage until he fixes the show?? Hey, who knows, my next humor fic may go a little something like that…think I should do it?