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A/N: Um yeah, this chapter is sort of a filler as I wrote the next one and discovered a gap that needed to be covered. So read, enjoy, review, and I guess I'll be posting again soon,
Um, someone asked why Cherries and Cream, The easy explanation is that it just sort of stuck, I couldn't really think of anything else and there was gonna be this whole dream sequence that was just too. . . much, also they mention/eat cherries and cream in the earlier chapters.
Anything else that needs to be said, Um, Uh huh, Yep, Okay, No.
Well on with the Chapter then.
REVISED: Um I accidentally posted what was the draft of this chapter instead of the THIS which is the actual chapter, they are similar mostly just language changes, and thanks to Kyre who picked up on one of the errors I had changed.
Max managed to get to Jam Pony early, long before the usual crowd would show up. Kendra had been out, probably with Mr. Multiples and the Sector Police seemed to almost be in a good mood for once.
She hopped off her bike and wheeled it into the building heading for her locker. She managed to get halfway there before Normal glanced up and spotted her.
"Hey," he yelled, she ignored him and kept going.
"Hey," he yelled again. She stopped and turned towards him as he hurried around the desk after her.
"Well, well, well, look who decided to wander in after her little holiday. this is a place of business missy; you can't just turn up one day a month and still expect to have a job"
"I was sick" she said rolling her eyes and trying not to laugh at his sour expression.
He ignored her as he continued with his tirade "I mean an actual work ethic is not something I would expect one of you bums to have, but still."
"Normal" she said as she pulled out the doctor's note, "I have a note from my doctor" She waved it under his nose and he snatched it away scanning it rapidly.
"The flu, huh." He said after a moment, "Well as long as your sure it's over and you won't give it to anyone" then he headed back to the desk.
Max shrugged and headed to her locker, still trying not to laugh.
"So boo, looks likes you still gots the job" Said Original Cindy from behind her,
"Appears so" replied Max, digging through her locker looking for the cherry chuppa-chup she had thrown in here the week before.
"Didja get your family stuff sorted?" asked Cindy, "Rich Boy said you was outta town."
"I was," she replied, "And yeah, It's all good." Turning she smiled, and was about to tell Cindy the news, when Normal began yelling at her "Hot run, slackers, get moving, I'm not running a home for orphaned packages here."
Original Cindy sighed and yelled "Ariight, we can hear you, two seconds." As she exchanged looks with Max, they grabbed their packs and then headed over to catch the packages Normal threw at them. Cindy was slightly shocked that Max was still smiling not in any way affected by Normal's wrath.
Realising that she had stopped dead in the centre of the room, and that Max had continued walking and was now wheeling her bike out of the building Original Cindy grabbed her bike and hurried after her friend.
"Hey, boo" she yelled, "Wait up."
Max leaned against the wall and tried not to laugh, knowing exactly what Cindy's thought processes were going through at that moment, she had tried to act normal but she was still high with the joy of getting her act together with Logan.
"Who gave you the happy girl, you got more cheeze on your face than one of them fancy cracker thangs." Original Cindy put her hands on her hips and waited.
"Oh, really?" asked Max, fixing a surprised look on her face, "I'm not sure what you mean, just because Logan and I are together." then she hopped on her bike and began to ride slowly away. "Better get going"
Original Cindy stood in silence for a moment, mouth hanging open. "Boo, you'd better get back here," she yelled "Explain what you just said to Original Cindy."
"See ya at lunch" said Max over her shoulder, then she was gone.
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As she pulled up in front of the drop-off she was still trying not to laugh at Cindy's reaction, knocking on the door she waited as the harried looking woman answered.
"Jam Pony delivery, I need a signature." Then she handed over the sheet for the woman to sign. "Thanks" she said, taking back the sheet and handing over the package.
"Have a nice day" she said as the woman slammed the door in her face. "Great,"
Walking back towards her bike she smiled as her pager began to beep and checked the number, before heading to a payphone.
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"Me, hitting ya back," she said waiting to hear his voice. It had only taken seven payphones before she finally found one that worked.
"Hey, I sent you a present," Logan said, leaning slightly back in his chair as he tapped at the keyboard and sent out a query over the informant net.
"Is it a poem?" she asked, remembering Bling's question earlier.
"A what?" he asked in surprise.
"A poem, you know words, written about something to create a literary picture, a feeling a mood." She replied.
"Why would you think it would be a poem?" he asked, already knowing that Bling must have told her something, there was no other way she could know. Unless Manticore had engineered psychic abilities into Max and her siblings as well, and that seemed slightly beyond belief, even in this post- apocalyptic world.
"A little birdie" she said, interest grabbed by the tone in his question.
"Oh" he said, "Um, no it's not a poem." Then they lapsed into an uncomfortable silence.
"So," they began at the same time.
"You go first," said Logan,
"Okay, I was gonna go out with the girl's tonight, unless. . ." she said, half-hoping he would invite her over.
"Great, You said that earlier, I was gonna catch up on some work," he said, a teasing note in his voice.
"Great," she said angrily.
"Yeah, I gotta clear my calendar for tomorrow, I'm going to take this beautiful woman out on our first date."
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Wow, chapter 10 over,
Where will the first date be?
Will Logan forget to go because of work?
What will happen next?
Guess you'll have to wait and see.
Abregaza, Peace Out
A/N: Um yeah, this chapter is sort of a filler as I wrote the next one and discovered a gap that needed to be covered. So read, enjoy, review, and I guess I'll be posting again soon,
Um, someone asked why Cherries and Cream, The easy explanation is that it just sort of stuck, I couldn't really think of anything else and there was gonna be this whole dream sequence that was just too. . . much, also they mention/eat cherries and cream in the earlier chapters.
Anything else that needs to be said, Um, Uh huh, Yep, Okay, No.
Well on with the Chapter then.
REVISED: Um I accidentally posted what was the draft of this chapter instead of the THIS which is the actual chapter, they are similar mostly just language changes, and thanks to Kyre who picked up on one of the errors I had changed.
Max managed to get to Jam Pony early, long before the usual crowd would show up. Kendra had been out, probably with Mr. Multiples and the Sector Police seemed to almost be in a good mood for once.
She hopped off her bike and wheeled it into the building heading for her locker. She managed to get halfway there before Normal glanced up and spotted her.
"Hey," he yelled, she ignored him and kept going.
"Hey," he yelled again. She stopped and turned towards him as he hurried around the desk after her.
"Well, well, well, look who decided to wander in after her little holiday. this is a place of business missy; you can't just turn up one day a month and still expect to have a job"
"I was sick" she said rolling her eyes and trying not to laugh at his sour expression.
He ignored her as he continued with his tirade "I mean an actual work ethic is not something I would expect one of you bums to have, but still."
"Normal" she said as she pulled out the doctor's note, "I have a note from my doctor" She waved it under his nose and he snatched it away scanning it rapidly.
"The flu, huh." He said after a moment, "Well as long as your sure it's over and you won't give it to anyone" then he headed back to the desk.
Max shrugged and headed to her locker, still trying not to laugh.
"So boo, looks likes you still gots the job" Said Original Cindy from behind her,
"Appears so" replied Max, digging through her locker looking for the cherry chuppa-chup she had thrown in here the week before.
"Didja get your family stuff sorted?" asked Cindy, "Rich Boy said you was outta town."
"I was," she replied, "And yeah, It's all good." Turning she smiled, and was about to tell Cindy the news, when Normal began yelling at her "Hot run, slackers, get moving, I'm not running a home for orphaned packages here."
Original Cindy sighed and yelled "Ariight, we can hear you, two seconds." As she exchanged looks with Max, they grabbed their packs and then headed over to catch the packages Normal threw at them. Cindy was slightly shocked that Max was still smiling not in any way affected by Normal's wrath.
Realising that she had stopped dead in the centre of the room, and that Max had continued walking and was now wheeling her bike out of the building Original Cindy grabbed her bike and hurried after her friend.
"Hey, boo" she yelled, "Wait up."
Max leaned against the wall and tried not to laugh, knowing exactly what Cindy's thought processes were going through at that moment, she had tried to act normal but she was still high with the joy of getting her act together with Logan.
"Who gave you the happy girl, you got more cheeze on your face than one of them fancy cracker thangs." Original Cindy put her hands on her hips and waited.
"Oh, really?" asked Max, fixing a surprised look on her face, "I'm not sure what you mean, just because Logan and I are together." then she hopped on her bike and began to ride slowly away. "Better get going"
Original Cindy stood in silence for a moment, mouth hanging open. "Boo, you'd better get back here," she yelled "Explain what you just said to Original Cindy."
"See ya at lunch" said Max over her shoulder, then she was gone.
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As she pulled up in front of the drop-off she was still trying not to laugh at Cindy's reaction, knocking on the door she waited as the harried looking woman answered.
"Jam Pony delivery, I need a signature." Then she handed over the sheet for the woman to sign. "Thanks" she said, taking back the sheet and handing over the package.
"Have a nice day" she said as the woman slammed the door in her face. "Great,"
Walking back towards her bike she smiled as her pager began to beep and checked the number, before heading to a payphone.
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"Me, hitting ya back," she said waiting to hear his voice. It had only taken seven payphones before she finally found one that worked.
"Hey, I sent you a present," Logan said, leaning slightly back in his chair as he tapped at the keyboard and sent out a query over the informant net.
"Is it a poem?" she asked, remembering Bling's question earlier.
"A what?" he asked in surprise.
"A poem, you know words, written about something to create a literary picture, a feeling a mood." She replied.
"Why would you think it would be a poem?" he asked, already knowing that Bling must have told her something, there was no other way she could know. Unless Manticore had engineered psychic abilities into Max and her siblings as well, and that seemed slightly beyond belief, even in this post- apocalyptic world.
"A little birdie" she said, interest grabbed by the tone in his question.
"Oh" he said, "Um, no it's not a poem." Then they lapsed into an uncomfortable silence.
"So," they began at the same time.
"You go first," said Logan,
"Okay, I was gonna go out with the girl's tonight, unless. . ." she said, half-hoping he would invite her over.
"Great, You said that earlier, I was gonna catch up on some work," he said, a teasing note in his voice.
"Great," she said angrily.
"Yeah, I gotta clear my calendar for tomorrow, I'm going to take this beautiful woman out on our first date."
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Wow, chapter 10 over,
Where will the first date be?
Will Logan forget to go because of work?
What will happen next?
Guess you'll have to wait and see.
Abregaza, Peace Out