Disclaimer 1: If I owned Dark Angel, it'll still be on right now! However, I've been watching taped episodes of Season 1 DA so that might explain the atmosphere of what you're about to read. Actually, what I'm trying to say is that half the lines in this post belongs to the writers of DA ; )
Disclaimer 2:The words for "All the Love in the World" belongs to The Corrs.
A/N Thank you for the generous reviews : ) They mean a lot to me and keep me motivated to write this.
A/N To Sibelius, I now realize why I don't write a lot of dialogues - I'm not very good at coming up with them on my own : p
P.S. This is just a (hopefully) fun post - a breather in between the last few chapters and the next three (which will be somewhat emotionally intense)
Please visit http://www.adinfinit.net/danation/ to help bring back DA. Thanks.
**Part 13**
A black strapless dress with a hem that went just below the knee was hanging from the hanger that Max held with her right hand. After inspecting every revealing aspect of the dress, Max's gaze shifted towards the dark blue tank top she had on her other hand. She cocked her head in pure concentration. Decisions. Decisions.
Exasperated, Max threw both pieces of clothing on her bed and sighed in defeat. She couldn't believe that she was running a multi-million dollar conglomerate yet she couldn't even decide which piece of garment to wear.
Max's eyebrows went in a knot. Why did she even care? It wasn't like she was going on a romantic date. It was just dinner, the same platonic kind that she and Logan had been having for the past two months. Heck, she saw the man almost every day after work. Of course, they always managed to find a work-related reason as to why they should happen to be in the same room, preferably the kitchen, come dinner time. But tonight was different. They hadn't given each other any miserable excuses. Max and Logan were about to have dinner together for no reason at all except for their unspoken desire to do so.
Swearing under her breath, Max stuffed the black dress and lace undergarments under the heap of folded clothes inside her closet. She then grabbed a pair of jeans and cotton underwear that was closest to her reach and settled for the tank top that was lying on the bed.
The phone rang and Max grabbed it on her way to the bathroom. She let the cordless phone lie between one ear and a shoulder as she stopped by the sink and perched herself on the counter top. "Hey."
"Boo! What'cha doin'?" It was Original Cindy on the other line. Max hooked up with her the first night she braved the Seattle night life. OC was looking for lickety chicks to take to bed, but what she found instead was a friend. The two of them had been best friends ever since.
"Hey OC. I'm just chillin' with Logan for dinner. Why, d'you wanna hook up later or somethin'?" Max shook a can of shaving cream and lathered up its content on the length of her legs. She then took a razor, the purple one this time, and started the ceremony women everywhere were condemned to do for the sake of vanity.
"Well, if you two ain't gonna get busy tonight, then meet us later at Crash for a drink." The 'us' referred to the odd group of friends that Max acquired through Original Cindy. It consisted of a tough-talking lesbian, a bible-quoting druggie and a gawky woman-chaser. It wasn't exactly the kind of crowd that someone of Max's background associated with, but she didn't mind. In fact, her crew served her perfectly well. With all their quirks and perks, they made her feel absolutely normal.
"I'll definitely see you later then." Was that disappointment in her voice? "Besides, me and Logan aren't even like that."
"Oh yeah? Then why are you shaving?" Original Cindy challenged. She had long decided to make Max's life miserable every time she heard the we're-not-even-like-that line. It was so untrue, it was pathetic.
Max stared down her legs in disbelief. "How did you know that?"
"Original Cindy knows the mind of a girl wantin' to get laid." When OC heard the horrified gasp that Max produced, she chuckled and added, "No, just guessin' boo. But apparently, Original Cindy was right."
"Me and Logan don't have that kind of relationship." Max said firmly, trying to make herself believe the statement that she now said more out of habit than personal conviction.
"So you would terribly mind if you two got together? Accidentally of course." And for effect, she proceeded to sing a song popular amongst lovers in denial. "Oppps...There goes your shirt, over your head. Oh. My."
Max couldn't help but laugh. "We are not talking about this anymore. I'll see you later at Crash?"
OC noticed that Max neither denied nor affirmed her feelings in the event that she and Logan became sexually intimate so she pressed on. "Admit it Max, you would like it a lot. The way you and Logan look at each other all dreamy-eyed."
"Byyye." Max cut her friend off, as was the usual occurrence when she started getting teased about her not-so-platonic relationship with Logan. Good thing Original Cindy didn't know yet that they knew each other in childhood. It would just fuel OC's notions of a love affair that was apparently obvious between the them.
Max shifted a little so she could put her other leg on the counter and start shaving it as well. What a girl would do to look good. But wait, she was wearing jeans and would all be covered up anyway. A traitorous voice inside Max's head whispered something insanely ludicrous, something to the effect of her wishing she would end up not wearing anything at all. What was that shrink's number again? These crazy voices were starting to get louder and louder.
Max was about to put the phone away (before she got tempted to call a therapist) when it rang again. "Say another word about me and Logan banging the gong and you'd..." The humour in Max's voice, and her rant, was cut off when the person calling Max revealed himself.
"Max? Are you ok?" Logan sounded very concerned. Banging? Gong? What the heck was going on?
"Umm...yeah, I'm fine" Whew, that was close. "So Logan, you got my message?" Max teased, referring to the text message she sent him earlier. If she recalled correctly, she wrote, 'I don't need anything. Just you'.
"What message?" Logan asked distractedly.
The desired effect of the message was for Logan to think about it unceasingly. It obviously failed since Logan didn't seem to give it a second thought. Disappointed and pissed, Max changed the topic. "Nothing. So, what did you call me for anyways?"
Logan shivered at the chill in Max's voice. What did he do now? "Max, I hate to do this but I met with an informant earlier and EO has run into some problems."
Logan lost Max's interest as soon as he said 'EO'. "I left my sunglasses at your place last night. Can you look for it when you get home?" What? Max couldn't help it if her mind wandered off when Logan talked about the injustice of society blah blah blah woof woof. She didn't understand why EO was under Biotech to begin with. Whatever.
"I would need to work late tonight, it's really important that I look into things right away."
"You might want to try your room first, I think I left it there." Max finished off her bathroom rituals as she tried to block Logan off. "On second thought, forget about it. I'll just get myself a new one." She then wandered inside her room and disrobed as she put the speakers on so she could move around with her hands free.
Max was doing it again, having two conversations with him. "Have you been listening to any of the words I've said?"
"In case you haven't noticed, I can multi-task and parallel process like there's no tomorrow." Max said sarcastically, although some of her words were muffled as she put on her top.
"Max, this is serious." Logan could almost see Max smirk as she listened to him.
"When is it not?" Max zipped her jeans up and checked herself on the mirror. Not bad, the warm reddish glow of the room was definitely flattering her figure. "Informant. Problem. Need to work. So what's new?" Max run her fingers through her curly hair and tossed it a couple of times. She was definitely having a good hair day.
This was more like the Max that Logan was used to - a perfect mix of sarcasm and charm. Logan supposed that whatever he did that gave him the cold treatment earlier was now forgotten. "You forgot apology."
After putting on a lip gloss and smacking her lips together, silently of course, Max turned off the speakers and cradled the phone back to her ear. She then went straight to the kitchen where everything looked romantic. Candles, flowers and silverware for two. Mrs. Marques certainly outdid herself this time. With a smile on her lips, Max asked, "Apology for what?"
"That I need to work late tonight, and probably the next few nights as well."
"No problem. I can just re-heat dinner which, by the way, looks and smells so good." Max made her way to the table and pulled a chair to sit on. She then picked up the lid that covered the pot and took a piece of sliced meat. Biting it, she added, "And tastes so good too."
There was no other way for a man to say the following words that wouldn't make him look like a jerk. "Max, I think you misunderstood me. I can't make it for dinner tonight."
"Oh."
Was that hurt Logan heard? But before he could be sure, the hint of the unnamed emotion was replaced by unmistakable anger masked with indifference. "That's fine Logan." Max said through gritted teeth. "I can't expect you to drop everything to have dinner with me. I guess, I'll see you tomorrow. At work."
Logan ducked as he pictured Max's glare, especially as Max emphasized her last word. Well, a man learned something everyday. Women who were hungry get really grumpy. Oh, and that even rhymed. Logan said, "Yeah, see you tomorrow Max", but he was sure that Max didn't hear it because she already hanged up.
***
*Crash* was anything but what its name suggested. It was a popular bar for the up and coming twenty somethings, all of whom were wealthy, intelligent and beautiful. The outside was ordinary enough, but everyone knew that abandoned warehouses that turned to places like Crash were upscale, expensive and very exclusive.
"Hey Max.". The bouncer greeted as Max reared up in her motorcycle and tossed her key to the valet.
"Hey." Max gave a slight nod as she walked in, much to the chagrin of the people waiting in line. She usually chatted with the staff but she wasn't in the cheery mood tonight.
Max immediately headed to the back where she and her friends hanged out. As usual, the three people she was looking for occupied a table that was smacked right in the middle of the room, conveniently located for everyone to see. They loved getting the attention.
"No you fool! Legalizing marijuana just ain't right." Original Cindy gave Sketchy a good smack on the head. "Do you know what that'd be doing for the minds and lives of idiots like yourself?" Max swore that OC was taking her law classes way too seriously. Good thing the girl had sense of humour, otherwise she'd just be plain scary.
"Now, now my sista'. Sketchy here has a point." Herbal declared as he took a big gulp of his beer.
"I do?" For someone who had more than a dozen awards for excellence in news photography, one would think that there was more to this man. But whatever it was, Max was sure that it was hidden, very deeply. He must just be a savant or something.
"Yes, you do. Right now, the government is losing billions of dollars in the black market. Criminalizing marijuana hasn't stopped anybody from using it." Herbal gave a mischievous smile and produced a pouch from his Marc Jacobs pants.
"Original Cindy'd be a lawyer in a few months you know, she could be hauling your ass in prison right now." She grabbed the pouch from Herbal's grasp and threw it at Sketchy.
Sketchy said "Thanks!" with an open smile.
"It's for inspiration." Herbal was a musician, a song writer specifically. "It frees up you' mind." But before he could rant on about peace and love in his trademark Jamaican manner, Max revealed herself.
"Hey peeps. What's happenin' y'all?" Every head turned towards her and all were rewarded with a saccharine sweet smile. For someone brought up in isolated privilege, Max caught up easily in the ghetto talk that everyone used.
Original Cindy raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "You're early."
"Well, glad to see you too." Max grabbed a seat and a pint of beer as she made herself comfortable.
"You're supposed to be having dinner with Logan." Everyone went quiet as they waited for Max's response.
She just shrugged, "What're you all talkin' about before I came in?"
And so the debate about whether to legalize marijuana or not went on. Max looked at each of her friends as they spoke. First, Original Cindy blabbed on as Max stared at her. Then her gaze drifted to Herbal as he continued his speech. Then Max looked at Sketchy as he took the floor. Then back to OC again...
*Stop thinking about Logan*
*O.K.*
Herbal...
*Why did he cancel?*
*Why do you care?*
OC...
*I don't! Leave me alone, won't you? I'm trying to have fun here!*
*But you're not. You're upset.*
Sketchy...
*I'm not upset.*
*Then why are you having this conversation with me?*
OC...
*Because you won't shut up. Stop it ok?. Stop making me think about Logan.*
*It's not like you don't think about him often enough.*
Herbal...
*What's that supposed to mean?*
*It means that you think about him all the time. Only now it's different. No more hurting. No more pain. Just tenderness. And a smile on your face. Like the one you have right now. You're thinking about the two dozen roses he got you for Valentine's day. And you're playing with the necklace you have around your neck. You know, the one he gave you for your birthday.*
Sketchy...
*Can't you just shut up?*
*I will if you want me to, but you don't. You 'like' to think about Logan. Why is that?*
Herbal...
*Ummm....I don't know.*
*See? You didn't deny it. Do you love him?*
OC...
*What kind of a question is that?*
*Tell me Max, I'm curious.*
Sketchy...
*I don't...I don't...I don't know.*
*Why not?*
OC...
*It's complicated.*
*It seems simple enough to me. He hurt you. He's sorry. You love him. So what's stopping you?*
Herbal...
*You can't say I love him. I haven't decided yet, remember?*
*You didn't answer my question.*
Sketchy...
*What's stopping me? I don't know. Lots of things I suppose. Only one actually. Logan. I don't know how he feels*
*Bingo!*
OC...OC...OC...OC...
"MAX!" Original Cindy yelled for the fifth time as Max stared blankly at her. "MAX!"
Startled, Max froze and blinked in response. "What is it?"
"You tell us. You've been sittin' there like a robot with your head movin' to look at us but not hearin' a word we were sayin'." OC informed Max as Herbal and Sketchy nodded in agreement.
"Sorry peeps. This girl has got a mission to do. I'll catch y'all later." Max finished her drinks and took off, leaving her friends wondering what on earth had gotten into her.
***
***
I'm not looking for someone to talk to
I've got my friends, I'm more than okay
I've got more than a girl could wish for
I live my dreams, but it's not all they say
Still I believe, I'm missing, I'm missing something real
I need someone who really sees me
Don't wanna wake up alone anymore
Still believing you'll walk through my door
All I need is to know it's for sure
Then I'll give, all the love in the world
-The Corrs
***
***
Max revved her motorcycle in the night and headed to Logan's place. Unbeknownst to her, Logan and Asha were there sharing a kiss.
Disclaimer 2:The words for "All the Love in the World" belongs to The Corrs.
A/N Thank you for the generous reviews : ) They mean a lot to me and keep me motivated to write this.
A/N To Sibelius, I now realize why I don't write a lot of dialogues - I'm not very good at coming up with them on my own : p
P.S. This is just a (hopefully) fun post - a breather in between the last few chapters and the next three (which will be somewhat emotionally intense)
Please visit http://www.adinfinit.net/danation/ to help bring back DA. Thanks.
**Part 13**
A black strapless dress with a hem that went just below the knee was hanging from the hanger that Max held with her right hand. After inspecting every revealing aspect of the dress, Max's gaze shifted towards the dark blue tank top she had on her other hand. She cocked her head in pure concentration. Decisions. Decisions.
Exasperated, Max threw both pieces of clothing on her bed and sighed in defeat. She couldn't believe that she was running a multi-million dollar conglomerate yet she couldn't even decide which piece of garment to wear.
Max's eyebrows went in a knot. Why did she even care? It wasn't like she was going on a romantic date. It was just dinner, the same platonic kind that she and Logan had been having for the past two months. Heck, she saw the man almost every day after work. Of course, they always managed to find a work-related reason as to why they should happen to be in the same room, preferably the kitchen, come dinner time. But tonight was different. They hadn't given each other any miserable excuses. Max and Logan were about to have dinner together for no reason at all except for their unspoken desire to do so.
Swearing under her breath, Max stuffed the black dress and lace undergarments under the heap of folded clothes inside her closet. She then grabbed a pair of jeans and cotton underwear that was closest to her reach and settled for the tank top that was lying on the bed.
The phone rang and Max grabbed it on her way to the bathroom. She let the cordless phone lie between one ear and a shoulder as she stopped by the sink and perched herself on the counter top. "Hey."
"Boo! What'cha doin'?" It was Original Cindy on the other line. Max hooked up with her the first night she braved the Seattle night life. OC was looking for lickety chicks to take to bed, but what she found instead was a friend. The two of them had been best friends ever since.
"Hey OC. I'm just chillin' with Logan for dinner. Why, d'you wanna hook up later or somethin'?" Max shook a can of shaving cream and lathered up its content on the length of her legs. She then took a razor, the purple one this time, and started the ceremony women everywhere were condemned to do for the sake of vanity.
"Well, if you two ain't gonna get busy tonight, then meet us later at Crash for a drink." The 'us' referred to the odd group of friends that Max acquired through Original Cindy. It consisted of a tough-talking lesbian, a bible-quoting druggie and a gawky woman-chaser. It wasn't exactly the kind of crowd that someone of Max's background associated with, but she didn't mind. In fact, her crew served her perfectly well. With all their quirks and perks, they made her feel absolutely normal.
"I'll definitely see you later then." Was that disappointment in her voice? "Besides, me and Logan aren't even like that."
"Oh yeah? Then why are you shaving?" Original Cindy challenged. She had long decided to make Max's life miserable every time she heard the we're-not-even-like-that line. It was so untrue, it was pathetic.
Max stared down her legs in disbelief. "How did you know that?"
"Original Cindy knows the mind of a girl wantin' to get laid." When OC heard the horrified gasp that Max produced, she chuckled and added, "No, just guessin' boo. But apparently, Original Cindy was right."
"Me and Logan don't have that kind of relationship." Max said firmly, trying to make herself believe the statement that she now said more out of habit than personal conviction.
"So you would terribly mind if you two got together? Accidentally of course." And for effect, she proceeded to sing a song popular amongst lovers in denial. "Oppps...There goes your shirt, over your head. Oh. My."
Max couldn't help but laugh. "We are not talking about this anymore. I'll see you later at Crash?"
OC noticed that Max neither denied nor affirmed her feelings in the event that she and Logan became sexually intimate so she pressed on. "Admit it Max, you would like it a lot. The way you and Logan look at each other all dreamy-eyed."
"Byyye." Max cut her friend off, as was the usual occurrence when she started getting teased about her not-so-platonic relationship with Logan. Good thing Original Cindy didn't know yet that they knew each other in childhood. It would just fuel OC's notions of a love affair that was apparently obvious between the them.
Max shifted a little so she could put her other leg on the counter and start shaving it as well. What a girl would do to look good. But wait, she was wearing jeans and would all be covered up anyway. A traitorous voice inside Max's head whispered something insanely ludicrous, something to the effect of her wishing she would end up not wearing anything at all. What was that shrink's number again? These crazy voices were starting to get louder and louder.
Max was about to put the phone away (before she got tempted to call a therapist) when it rang again. "Say another word about me and Logan banging the gong and you'd..." The humour in Max's voice, and her rant, was cut off when the person calling Max revealed himself.
"Max? Are you ok?" Logan sounded very concerned. Banging? Gong? What the heck was going on?
"Umm...yeah, I'm fine" Whew, that was close. "So Logan, you got my message?" Max teased, referring to the text message she sent him earlier. If she recalled correctly, she wrote, 'I don't need anything. Just you'.
"What message?" Logan asked distractedly.
The desired effect of the message was for Logan to think about it unceasingly. It obviously failed since Logan didn't seem to give it a second thought. Disappointed and pissed, Max changed the topic. "Nothing. So, what did you call me for anyways?"
Logan shivered at the chill in Max's voice. What did he do now? "Max, I hate to do this but I met with an informant earlier and EO has run into some problems."
Logan lost Max's interest as soon as he said 'EO'. "I left my sunglasses at your place last night. Can you look for it when you get home?" What? Max couldn't help it if her mind wandered off when Logan talked about the injustice of society blah blah blah woof woof. She didn't understand why EO was under Biotech to begin with. Whatever.
"I would need to work late tonight, it's really important that I look into things right away."
"You might want to try your room first, I think I left it there." Max finished off her bathroom rituals as she tried to block Logan off. "On second thought, forget about it. I'll just get myself a new one." She then wandered inside her room and disrobed as she put the speakers on so she could move around with her hands free.
Max was doing it again, having two conversations with him. "Have you been listening to any of the words I've said?"
"In case you haven't noticed, I can multi-task and parallel process like there's no tomorrow." Max said sarcastically, although some of her words were muffled as she put on her top.
"Max, this is serious." Logan could almost see Max smirk as she listened to him.
"When is it not?" Max zipped her jeans up and checked herself on the mirror. Not bad, the warm reddish glow of the room was definitely flattering her figure. "Informant. Problem. Need to work. So what's new?" Max run her fingers through her curly hair and tossed it a couple of times. She was definitely having a good hair day.
This was more like the Max that Logan was used to - a perfect mix of sarcasm and charm. Logan supposed that whatever he did that gave him the cold treatment earlier was now forgotten. "You forgot apology."
After putting on a lip gloss and smacking her lips together, silently of course, Max turned off the speakers and cradled the phone back to her ear. She then went straight to the kitchen where everything looked romantic. Candles, flowers and silverware for two. Mrs. Marques certainly outdid herself this time. With a smile on her lips, Max asked, "Apology for what?"
"That I need to work late tonight, and probably the next few nights as well."
"No problem. I can just re-heat dinner which, by the way, looks and smells so good." Max made her way to the table and pulled a chair to sit on. She then picked up the lid that covered the pot and took a piece of sliced meat. Biting it, she added, "And tastes so good too."
There was no other way for a man to say the following words that wouldn't make him look like a jerk. "Max, I think you misunderstood me. I can't make it for dinner tonight."
"Oh."
Was that hurt Logan heard? But before he could be sure, the hint of the unnamed emotion was replaced by unmistakable anger masked with indifference. "That's fine Logan." Max said through gritted teeth. "I can't expect you to drop everything to have dinner with me. I guess, I'll see you tomorrow. At work."
Logan ducked as he pictured Max's glare, especially as Max emphasized her last word. Well, a man learned something everyday. Women who were hungry get really grumpy. Oh, and that even rhymed. Logan said, "Yeah, see you tomorrow Max", but he was sure that Max didn't hear it because she already hanged up.
***
*Crash* was anything but what its name suggested. It was a popular bar for the up and coming twenty somethings, all of whom were wealthy, intelligent and beautiful. The outside was ordinary enough, but everyone knew that abandoned warehouses that turned to places like Crash were upscale, expensive and very exclusive.
"Hey Max.". The bouncer greeted as Max reared up in her motorcycle and tossed her key to the valet.
"Hey." Max gave a slight nod as she walked in, much to the chagrin of the people waiting in line. She usually chatted with the staff but she wasn't in the cheery mood tonight.
Max immediately headed to the back where she and her friends hanged out. As usual, the three people she was looking for occupied a table that was smacked right in the middle of the room, conveniently located for everyone to see. They loved getting the attention.
"No you fool! Legalizing marijuana just ain't right." Original Cindy gave Sketchy a good smack on the head. "Do you know what that'd be doing for the minds and lives of idiots like yourself?" Max swore that OC was taking her law classes way too seriously. Good thing the girl had sense of humour, otherwise she'd just be plain scary.
"Now, now my sista'. Sketchy here has a point." Herbal declared as he took a big gulp of his beer.
"I do?" For someone who had more than a dozen awards for excellence in news photography, one would think that there was more to this man. But whatever it was, Max was sure that it was hidden, very deeply. He must just be a savant or something.
"Yes, you do. Right now, the government is losing billions of dollars in the black market. Criminalizing marijuana hasn't stopped anybody from using it." Herbal gave a mischievous smile and produced a pouch from his Marc Jacobs pants.
"Original Cindy'd be a lawyer in a few months you know, she could be hauling your ass in prison right now." She grabbed the pouch from Herbal's grasp and threw it at Sketchy.
Sketchy said "Thanks!" with an open smile.
"It's for inspiration." Herbal was a musician, a song writer specifically. "It frees up you' mind." But before he could rant on about peace and love in his trademark Jamaican manner, Max revealed herself.
"Hey peeps. What's happenin' y'all?" Every head turned towards her and all were rewarded with a saccharine sweet smile. For someone brought up in isolated privilege, Max caught up easily in the ghetto talk that everyone used.
Original Cindy raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "You're early."
"Well, glad to see you too." Max grabbed a seat and a pint of beer as she made herself comfortable.
"You're supposed to be having dinner with Logan." Everyone went quiet as they waited for Max's response.
She just shrugged, "What're you all talkin' about before I came in?"
And so the debate about whether to legalize marijuana or not went on. Max looked at each of her friends as they spoke. First, Original Cindy blabbed on as Max stared at her. Then her gaze drifted to Herbal as he continued his speech. Then Max looked at Sketchy as he took the floor. Then back to OC again...
*Stop thinking about Logan*
*O.K.*
Herbal...
*Why did he cancel?*
*Why do you care?*
OC...
*I don't! Leave me alone, won't you? I'm trying to have fun here!*
*But you're not. You're upset.*
Sketchy...
*I'm not upset.*
*Then why are you having this conversation with me?*
OC...
*Because you won't shut up. Stop it ok?. Stop making me think about Logan.*
*It's not like you don't think about him often enough.*
Herbal...
*What's that supposed to mean?*
*It means that you think about him all the time. Only now it's different. No more hurting. No more pain. Just tenderness. And a smile on your face. Like the one you have right now. You're thinking about the two dozen roses he got you for Valentine's day. And you're playing with the necklace you have around your neck. You know, the one he gave you for your birthday.*
Sketchy...
*Can't you just shut up?*
*I will if you want me to, but you don't. You 'like' to think about Logan. Why is that?*
Herbal...
*Ummm....I don't know.*
*See? You didn't deny it. Do you love him?*
OC...
*What kind of a question is that?*
*Tell me Max, I'm curious.*
Sketchy...
*I don't...I don't...I don't know.*
*Why not?*
OC...
*It's complicated.*
*It seems simple enough to me. He hurt you. He's sorry. You love him. So what's stopping you?*
Herbal...
*You can't say I love him. I haven't decided yet, remember?*
*You didn't answer my question.*
Sketchy...
*What's stopping me? I don't know. Lots of things I suppose. Only one actually. Logan. I don't know how he feels*
*Bingo!*
OC...OC...OC...OC...
"MAX!" Original Cindy yelled for the fifth time as Max stared blankly at her. "MAX!"
Startled, Max froze and blinked in response. "What is it?"
"You tell us. You've been sittin' there like a robot with your head movin' to look at us but not hearin' a word we were sayin'." OC informed Max as Herbal and Sketchy nodded in agreement.
"Sorry peeps. This girl has got a mission to do. I'll catch y'all later." Max finished her drinks and took off, leaving her friends wondering what on earth had gotten into her.
***
***
I'm not looking for someone to talk to
I've got my friends, I'm more than okay
I've got more than a girl could wish for
I live my dreams, but it's not all they say
Still I believe, I'm missing, I'm missing something real
I need someone who really sees me
Don't wanna wake up alone anymore
Still believing you'll walk through my door
All I need is to know it's for sure
Then I'll give, all the love in the world
-The Corrs
***
***
Max revved her motorcycle in the night and headed to Logan's place. Unbeknownst to her, Logan and Asha were there sharing a kiss.