Disclaimer: I don't own Max or Logan.. But I own every other character. hehe well, most of them!

A/N: Ahhhhh the last chapter *Cry* I'm sooooo sorry it's taken me so long to update... I know I'm evil, but I'm just so busy! I'm on holidays now though, so watch out for regular (!) updates of my new story - Strange Likenesses, which is a sequel to another one of my stories - Baby Blues ( Anyway, enough of the shameless self-promotion! On with the story!

A/N2: Stay tuned from a personal note from the REAL Elinor at the end (

BANG BANG BANG

"Open up Mr. King, it's the police!"

The door was quickly opened by Leah, who was wearing a leopard - print bikini top and a pair of boxer shorts. "Nice joke Loggie, I - AHHHH!"

"Hello miss, I'm Constable Halley Parker and this is my partner Margaret Lions. We're here on a reported kidnapping."

Leah stared at the policewomen blankly. "Uhhh Kidnapping... I don't know anything about a kidnapping." She stammered distractedly.

The policewomen looked at each other, and quickly moved to handcuff Leah. "You are under arrest. Now where's Bob King?"

Max sighed in relief as she let the steamy water cascade over her. //I wonder how Logan and Tym going with Elinor.// She smiled evilly to herself. //Men don't stand a chance.//

"So anyways, they wouldn't let me watch TV or anything!" Elinor exclaimed, obviously very upset.

"Oh my god!" Tym exclaimed as Logan tried to hold back a laugh. "What did you miss?"

Logan stopped laughing. //Tym's serious. Hmmmm those two sure do make a good couple.// Logan thought, looking over to the couch, where Tym and Elinor were discussing the intricate details of a recent Buffy episode. //Max is gonna get a kick outta this!// He thought, heading towards his room where she was getting dressed.

"Max?" Logan called, opening his bedroom door a crack. "You decent?"

Max laughed. "Fairly. Nothing I mind you looking at."

Logan laughed, surprised. //This is certainly a sight of Max I've never seen!//

He entered the room, staring openly at a half-clothed Max.

"Logan. LOGAN!" Max cut through the haze in his brain, waving a hand in front of his face. "Did you come in here to tell me something, or simply to gawk?" She finished on a grin.

Logan swallowed, composing himself. "Sorry." He blushed. "I, uh, I came in to tell you that..." He trailed off laughing. "Well, I guess you'd better see for yourself."

Max looked at him curiously, and followed him out into the lounge room. As they entered, they saw Tym and Elinor making out on the couch. Max laughed.

"That girl sure has guts!" She exclaimed, laughing.

Logan cracked up. "The poor guy - he'll never get a word in edgewise!"

"Oh well." Max shrugged. "Least they're having fun." She raised one eyebrow and Logan blushed.

"Aw, you're so cute when you're embarrassed!" Max laughed, as Logan became even more flustered.

Then he grinned evilly and kissed Max, effectively stopping her teasing of him.

6 WEEKS LATER

"Come on Elinor, we're gonna be late!" Tym stood in Logan's hallway, getting more and more frustrated by the second.

Logan laughed as he approached. "Calm down man, girl's love to be fashionably late."

"Hey!" Max exclaimed, hitting Logan playfully as she exited the room where Elinor was getting ready for her school ball. "May I present the lovely Elinor King." She said, gesturing her hand towards Elinor as she came out into the hallway.

Logan whistled, and Tym looked speechless. Elinor laughed and took Tym's hand. "Come on then, let's go. We have to pick up Amy and Alison on the way to the reception so we'd better hurry."

"OK then, let's go." Tym interrupted Elinor's rambling. "Thanks for all the help guys." He said to Logan and Max.

"You're welcome." Max replied. "Have fun" Logan added with a smile.

"Oh we will!" Elinor exclaimed as they walked out the door. "We're gonna dance all night and take lots of photos and eat lots of yummy food.. Mmmmm food.."

Max looked at Logan as they walked back into his apartment. "You know something Logan?"

"What?" Logan smiled.

"I never got to go to a ball."

Logan smiled and led Max over to the floor in front of his roof-to-floor windows, turning some soft music on as they went. As the music started, they began to dance closely.

So I'm a little left of centre I'm a little out of tune Some say I'm paranormal So I just bend their spoon

Who wants to be ordinary In a crazy mixed-up world I don't care what they're saying As long as I'm your girl

"May I have this dance?" Tym asked softly

"OK" Elinor agreed, and was pulled onto the dance floor and into Tym's arms.

Hey you were on my side And they, they just rolled their eyes

Cos you get me When nobody understands You come and take the chance You look inside my wild mind Never knowing what you'll find Still you want me all the time Yeah you do Cos you get me

Max sighed happily "This is much better than a ball."

Logan grinned. "I agree."

Cos you get me When nobody understands You come and hold my hand Yes you get me When none of the pieces fit You make sense of it

You get me You look inside my wild mind Never knowing what you'll find And still I want you all the time Yes I do Cos you get me

Final A/N: The song I used in this chapter was "You get me" By Michelle Branch - she totally rocks, and the song just fit so perfectly! So I mean no copyright infringement or anything (

*Elinor's note:

Hey everybody! It's your favourite heroine (other then Max), Elinor! Now, first things first, thanks to Darkone for telling my story - remember, it's all true (Logan's a hunk-a-spunk in real life!) However, she overemphasised on the talking thing. I do NOT talk too much! I am a perfectly wonderful person who everyone loves and am not a chatterbox. I mean, it's true that I couldn't live without talking - like that episode of Buffy with the Gentlemen who took everyones voices? I couldn't live with that. But I am NOT an overtalker Darkone: All right you can shut up now, little miss chatterbox ( Elinor: I am not a chatterbox! See what I have to put up with? I reckon there should be a sequel, where everyone finds out about my pain! Darkone: Pain? YOU have pain? Don't talk to me about pain little miss only child! The only pain you are is a pain in my butt! ( But hey, I like ya anyways ( AND NO SEQUAL!!! Elinor: I thought Leah was the pain in your butt. Anyways my story isn't over yet. What about the time Leah stole that thing off Logan and they needed my help to get it back? Darkone: Riiiiiiiight. I guess Leah is the real pain in my butt. Haha (Shhh don't tell her!). I'm thinking that your story IS over my dear. The only people who can order a sequel are the readers dammit! Elinor: Well then let's leave it up to them! If you guys want a sequel (and I'm sure you do), just tell Darkone in a review! You know 'this story was great, we loved Elinor, want a sequel NOW' will probably get the message through ( Darkone: *Sigh* All right, you heard the girl... If you want more adventures of Elinor, and (who could forget) Leah, tell me in a review, and I MIGHT consider writing a sequel. Happy now ELINOR??!! Elinor: yes yes I am. And on a final note - meep! Darkone: Oh no you don't! Not the evil MEEP!!!! ..w00t will always win in the end! (Go the MBMB! ( Don't worry if you don't understand it!) w00t w00t w00t w00t