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Chapter 11 - 2 years later
Two years had passed since the Zack incident, as Max had put it, and he had stayed away for a year. But he came back, and he and Max worked everything out between them. Logan couldn't understand how she had forgiven him so easily. Max had simply replied "He's my brother, and I love him. He made a mistake, but its in the past now, how could i stay mad at him? In some ways hes all i have.
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He and Max had been an item now for two years, and LOgan was the happiest he had been in his 29 years. Re-marriage was beginning to look very nice to Logan, settle down, start a family, and all that. But would Max want that? After all she was only 21 years old, still young enough to want to go out and party, not nessacerily ready to be a wife. He had never disscussed the future with her, he figured the best way to do it was just to pop the question, and pray as hard as he could.
Everything had to be perfect. She was comeing over in an hour. He walked into the dinning room. The table was set with his Mothers best china, roses and daiseys around the room, petals scatterd on the table and floor. He had placed two candle sticks on the table which dimly lite the room, Motzart playing softly in the backround. He smiled sure Max would love it.
He walked into his bedroom to get changed. Selecting a pair of slightly beggy blue jeans and a black sweater (he had found that when you were with Max casual clothing tended to be best). He walked into the bathroom and ran a brush through his hair, still damp from his shower earlier. He grabbed a bottle of hair gel and used it to spike his unrurly sandy blonde hair. He glanced in the mirror and considered putting in contacts, but in the end the thin wire frames stayed perched on his nose.
As he walked through his room on the way to the kitchen he grabbed a black velvet box off the bureau and slipped it into his pocket with a small smile.
With a half hour to go, and everything ready, he busied himself in the kitchen to keep from going crazy with anticiapation. He rearranged the fridge, the cabinets and a million other things, but when she was 45 minites late, he began to worry. It wasn't unusal for her to be late, but not this late. Where was she? He was just about to call Cindy when his phone rang. He practicaly flew to it.
"Hello?" He said his voice tight with concern.
"Logan, we have to go, somewhere, anyhere, we're in trouble." Max blurted out hurridly.
"Why? Maxs whats wrong?"
"X7's and Lydecker are after us both, Zack called me at work. I got in a fight on the way over here, but i'm fine" She said hurridly, not wanting him to voice his concern. "I"m going to get a few things together and i'll be over to get you, but we have to leave now." With that Max hung up the phone.
Logan ran his hands through his spiky blonde hair and sighed. He quickly made a few phone calls, and packed a few bags of clothes, money, and a bottle of tryptathin amoung other things.
A few minites later Max burst through the door looking a little roughed up. "Come on, there not far behind me." She said grabbing his hand with one hand and his bag in the other (her own bag was slung over her shoulder) and pulled him towords the door.