A/N: My gosh you people have been reviewing like nuts. Not that I mind…it's keeping me going, and man. I just…is this story really that good?
I present you…CHAPTER 3…
Chapter 3:
Max stood frozen, foot in midair, eyes wide in hope that she'd heard wrong. Taking a deep breath, she turned around. Sure enough, there he stood, the royal ass himself. Logan Cale.
Max groaned, 'Oh come on. This is supposed to be my vacation...what the heck is he doing here?'
Logan stood before her in a pair of loose jeans, gray t-shirt, Letterman jacket, a Cleveland Indians' ball cap, and his mouth hanging open. "Max," he stammered, "Wha…what are you…I don't…what?"
Max watched as Logan bumbled over his words, "What's that there? I'm sorry, I couldn't make it out 'cause some moron was mumbling like a court jester."
Logan furrowed his brow confused, "What? No, wait. What are you doing here? In Florida and in my room?"
Max rolled her eyes, "I'm writing a eulogy. God Einstein. What does it look like I'm doing? Knitting a sweater of something?"
"Sheesh, who lit the fuse on your tampon?" Logan snapped, "My god, I wasn't exactly expecting you to be here. Again, why are you here? In my suite, that is?"
Max clinched her jaw, this was exactly what she had wanted to get away from. Her eyes turned to ice as she fought back, "Well, I was in my suite, on 'my' vacation away from you and you're 'oh so witty comments', but it seems that lady luck must have gotten a bad case of PMS because for some reason our rooms are connected. I was just looking around the place when the next thing I know, there you are, bumbling like a moron with your tongue hanging out of your mouth."
Max watched as Logan slightly reddened, "What? You think I walked in here thinking there was going to be some girl in here, dressed like that." He looked her up and down and raised an eyebrow.
Max glanced down at her outfit, it was just shorts and a tank top. When she looked back at Logan, she noted the amused glint in his eyes and crossed her arms over her breasts, feeling rather uncomfortable under watchful eyes. "You disgust me."
Logan shook his head, "Hey, if you were me…"
"Oh god, just stop!" Max exclaimed with extreme disgust on her face, heading for the door back to her own room, "I'm out of here." Reaching the door, she turned and glared at him. If looks could kill he'd have been dead within nanoseconds, "And I swear, if I hear any, and I mean 'any' sort of weird grotesque noises coming form here, I will call hotel security on you're ass so fast, you'll be left on the streets before you can finish whoever's name you were moaning." With that said, she opened the door and entered the connecting hallway, slammed the door behind her. "God, what a pig!" she exclaimed. "And what sort of decent hotel has connected rooms!"
Max continued ranting to herself as she walked back into her own suite. She could not believe her luck. How on earth was she supposed to enjoy her vacation now? She began pacing back and forth, trying to figure out how she could go about enjoying her vacation while avoiding him like the plague. And what was that look in his eye all about? I mean it's not like she was in her underwear or anything. She shook her head, "Far be it from me to even try to understand that idiot. I mean who does he think he is? 'Mr. High and Mighty' coming in here like that and just…"
Max stopped pacing suddenly as she heard what sounded like running water coming from her bathroom. 'What in the?' Max walked to the bathroom door and flung it open to reveal a rather indisposed Logan.
"Oh my god! Ew, my eyes!" Max yelped as she saw more of Logan than she'd ever wanted to. "My god!" She shouted from around the corner, "What, you felt it was okay to use my bathroom just because I was in your room? You need help."
Max closed her eyes, trying to clear her head when Logan stormed in, "Your bathroom? What are you talking about? That is my bathroom!"
Max eyes widened, "What the hell kind of cheap motel is this? Not only do our rooms connect but it shares a bathroom too?" She glared at him, "This is all you're fault you know."
Logan shook his head, "You are psychotic, and how do you think I feel?"
"No," Max yelled, "Shut up! I was so happy to get away Logan. Away from home, away from life, away from 'you'. But no, you ruin everything, why do you insist on being such an ass. I mean really, what the hell did I ever do to you? I'm sorry I've lived across the street from you since birth, but really. I think you've gone overboard on this one. We both know that neither of us would consciously chose to be here, in the same vacation spot, let alone the same connecting hotel rooms."
Logan opened his mouth to say something but then shut it.
"What? The mighty Logan lost for words? There's a first. Just get out." Max shot.
Logan stared down at her, as if in shock. "Get out!" she shouted pointing at the door, "Out out out!"
Logan held up his hands, "Woah, calm down there firecracker, I'm going."
"Out!" Max screamed as he reached the door, "And for Pete's sake, zip up your fly."
Max sighed when she heard the connecting door close. So much for avoiding him. Closing her eyes, she bit back the urge to punch the wall as she tried to control her anger. This was not right. This was supposed to be her gateway to freedom. Right now, it was turning into her captivity. She stared at the bathroom door. How many incidents like that would they have? Sighing again she walked to her bedroom. Maybe she could get another room. No, it took almost a year just to get this room, there was no way she was going to get another one in a matter of hours. Slowly she began to calm down as she unpacked her things.
After about ten minutes, she came upon her spiral notebook. Her eyes lit up as she got an idea. Quickly she grabbed a pen, jotted down a few words on the paper and walked to the connecting door to Logan's room. Knocking on the door, she waited. After waiting a few minutes and getting no answer, she knocked again louder. Finally, fed up with waiting, she banged on the door and walked in.
"Logan," she called out, looking around the room. He wasn't anywhere in sight. She walked to the open entryway to his bedroom and knocked on the wooden doorframe. Logan lay on his bed, eyes closed with earphones on. Max rolled her eyes, he had a whole entertainment center and he chose to use his earphones. "Hey," she called out.
Logan's eyes snapped open at his name and turned his head. Removing a single ear phone his gaze met hers, "What'd I do now?"
Max frowned, "Nothing, I just…here," she said walking over to him and handing him the piece of paper. "So we don't have another run in like that."
Logan sat up and took the paper from her. Written in bold black letters were the words, "I'M IN HERE, DON'T COME IN."
"Thanks, Max," Logan said. "but, what am I supposed to do with this?"
"I don't know, put it in the door, near the knob. I figured I'll just make another one and when I'm in there, I'll put it on your door and vice versa."
Logan looked at Max, "Ok, I guess it'll work."
Max glared at him, "No. 'Make' it work."
Logan took off the other earphone, "Hey, this isn't my idea of a picnic either. Just as much as this is your time to get away, it's mine too. This isn't all about you Max. I'm just as biffed as you are."
Max groaned, "I'm not biffed about anything. I figure we'll just stay out of each other's way and space and it'll all be fine. You don't know me and I sure as hell don't know you."
Logan pulled his head phones back on and lay down, "Yeah, sure."
Max shook her head and walked back to her room, "Great, just great. What else could go wrong?"
She just reached the connecting door when she heard a knock on Logan's hotel room door. Looking back at the bedroom, Max let out her breath as she walked to his door. Might as well, seeing as an entire rock band could walk through and he wouldn't hear it. She reached the door and pulled it open. Her eyes widened as she saw who was there, "Mom! Dad! I can explain!"
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