A/N: well ok, since I got such a great response (thanks you guys) from all you great people I decided I'd post this next part sooner than later…now under stand, this is all I've got on this story, and yes I know what's going to happen, but I have NO CLUE when the next part will come out. This one's shorter than the previous, but it's only this short cause it wasn't really supposed to be posted on its own. But I think I'll do ok. Uhm, yea. Thanks for all the feed back, all of you guy's made my day!

Summer Magic

"Max, hurry up. Our flight leaves in four hours. We got to go!"

Max grabbed her carry on backpack and ran down the stairs of her home. Her home, that for two months she would be rid of. Max loved family vacations. Each summer the family agreed on a spot to stay for the duration of the summer. A chance to get away from their normal lives in Seattle. A chance to just be a family. But most of all, for Max, it was a chance to get away from Logan.

Yesterday had been the last day of school and although Nicki was now driving her to school, she still had to deal with Logan glaring and calling out snide comments as he walked off to school. Nicki told her to just forget about it, it wasn't like he even meant anything. Plus Nicki always had some great things to share about Logan and his parties. Max had learned more in those four days about guys and the male mind that she had in her entire lifetime. That was the only thing she would miss, Nicki. There were close, almost like sisters. Every time Max needed a ear or shoulder to comfort her, Nicki would just drop everything and devote hours of her time to help all she could.

"Max!" She heard her father yell from the Black Chevy Blazer, "Come on!"

"I'm coming." Max yelled back as she got to the door. In a flash, she was out the front door and in the car, "Alright, let's hit it."

Max's mom turned in her seat to look at Max, "And you have everything? Toothbrush, Shampoo? Clean underwear?"

Max laughed at how serious her mom looked "Oh you mean I'm not going to wear the ones I have on now for two months? It's okay mom, they're in my suitcase." She sat back and stared out the window. "You know, dad, It'll be nice to get out of here." She said glancing back at Logan's house, "And I can't wait till I get to the beach. The sun, the guys, the music. This is going to be so fun."

Max's father looked in the review mirror, "That it will be. And besides, your mother and I need some time off. Too much work is never a good thing."

Max shrugged, "Yeah, totally."

The rest of the night went by quickly. At the airport there were no problems and soon the whole family was in the air, first class, on their way to the time of their lives. Max stared out the window as the clouds passed them by. She smiled and whispered, "Goodbye Logan, and good riddance."

Max shifted in her seat, getting more comfortable before dozing off. She smiled in her sleep; this was so going to be the best vacation.

Max woke up to the sound of the wheels touching down. Looking out the window, she smiled at how the sun still shone. Stretching and giving a yawn, she looked around the plane for her parents. They were across the cabin and were currently having, what looked to be a pretty intense conversation. Max rolled her eyes, trust them to fight on vacation. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'This is my fun time, they can be as miserable as they want.'

The plane eventually came to a stop at the terminal and they all exited. Stopping to pick up their baggage in the terminal, Max's father headed off to get their rental car, and soon they were all off to their hotel.

Max smiled as the palm trees passed, "Welcome to the Keys," she whispered to herself, "Welcome to freedom."

When they arrived at the hotel, Max headed straight for the desk to get her key, so she could get unpacked and comfortable then hit the beaches. Reaching the desk, she told her name and other necessary information, got her key, and headed up to the room. It was one of the suites on the top floor, supposedly one of the best. Not that the best was important to her. Really, she'd be perfectly happy in a cardboard box on the street corner. But it wasn't like she about to refuse the VIP treatment.

Reaching her room, she slid the key card into the slot and opened the door. The suite was huge. It was practically her own little apartment. It had an enormous entertainment center, her own kitchen, and a bathroom the size of a small bedroom. Walking into her bedroom, she checked out the closet. Walk- in, just as she'd suspected. She looked around; a fruit basket and flowers had been put out around the furniture in the room with the entertainment center.

Max headed for the fruit basket, to go through the goodie's that had been left, when she heard a knock at her door.

Max opened the door to reveal the bellboy with her luggage, "Your bags, ma'am." He said politely.

Max smiled and opened the door for him, "Thanks, you can put them in the bedroom." Max looked at his nametag, "Rafer."

Rafer smiled, "Yes Ma'am."

"You don't have to call me that, Max is fine." She said. The guy was cute, no scratch that, the guy was a hot. He could call her whatever he wanted to.

Rafer looked up, "Ok, Max."

Max smiled, "So, what's there to do in the Keys?"

Rafer smiled back, "What do you want to do?"

"Everything!" She answered, as Rafer dropped her luggage.

"Well," he started, "If you want something to do, or someone to do something with just come find me. I'm usually off in the afternoons and evenings. Oh, and stay out of Jerry's way. He's the guy with the suit, you'll get to know him real well. He's an ass, but if you stay out of his way and kiss a little butt, you'll be his top priority."

Max nodded, "Thanks, uhm, I don't have money to tip you, but go to my parents room, same floor, room 669. You'll get a good one, trust me."

Rafer winked at Max as he went to the door, "Thanks. I'll see you around, Max."

Max smiled, "Yeah."

She couldn't believe it, not five minutes in the Keys' and she'd already found a guy to crush on. This was the life alright.

Max turned to survey the room again, it was nice and it was all hers. She rummaged through all the drawers and cupboards in the kitchen, all the dressers and night stands in the room and now she was going door to door seeing what exactly was held behind them. She walked up to a door adjacent to the bathroom, maybe a closet or storage spot. When she opened it there was a small hallway and then another door. She furrowed her eyebrows, 'funny', she'd never been in a hotel with this before.

Max grabbed the door handle and tried to turn it, only to find it locked. She frowned and tried again, pushing and jimmying the handle until it gave way and flung open. Her eyes widened, it was a suite 'exactly' like her's except the colors were different. She walked into the suite and looked around. Strange.

Max was about to head for the bedroom when she heard the door opening. She froze, no, this was not right. What in the world? She groaned, as realization that she was in someone else's room dawned on her. oh no, I'm dead. Running back toward the door, she tried to make a quick exit but not before she heard a voice call out, "Hey! What are you doing in my room?"

Max froze at the sound of the voice and turned around, "Logan?"

Ani