She's all I want and I've waited for so long
Stacey can't you see, you're just not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong but
I'm in love with Stacey's mom
Stacey's mom has got it goin' on
Stacey's mom has got it goin' on
Max opened her eyes slowly, wondering if the song was in her dream. It had been a nice dream, involving her sipping a martini on the beach... though toward the end Logan appeared, wearing a parka and the only word he would say, well, scream, was "Afflack!"
She turned to the CD player and saw Logan bobbing his head to the tune coming from the speakers. She shook her head as she listened to the lyrics, wondering who in their right minds would write a song like this. Whoever it was, she decided, had to either be mentally deranged or a marketing genius.
"What is that?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?" He said and lowered the volume. "I know you don't sleep, so -"
"Now look who's babbling." She snickered.
He grinned. "Must be contagious."
"Must be." She replied and stretched. She threw the blanket off herself and pulled herself to her feet, then began doing stretches. Once she felt Logan's eyes on her, she straightened up and looked over at him, raising her eyebrows. "So, you make a sleeping beauty anything to eat?"
"I didn't make anything, beauty, but I picked something up from that diner that we went to after we met with John." He said, indicating a styrofoam container on the counter. "The fries are probably cold, but the sandwich should be good."
"Gracias." She smiled at him, then went over to the container and opened it. Ham. Huh. She grabbed a half of the sandwich, took a huge bite out of it, then turned to Logan. "So, what was that song you were listening to? Sounded weird."
"It was." He answered. "It was something I thought I'd never hear again. It's certainly very amusing to hear again. But anyway, how's that sandwich?"
"Yours was better." She told him. Maybe because he made it with care? Not like those people at the diner who make the same sandwich for the same nameless face over and over... pssh, right. And after you finish the sandwich you and Logan will hold hands and skip and sing songs from The Sound of Music. You're getting soft, Max, too soft.
"Of course it was better." He said and walked to the fridge, then opened it and peered inside. "I made it, didn't I? I am just a culinary master."
Max snorted. "A culinary master with an ego the size of an X5's appetite, which, trust me, is pretty damn big."
Logan handed Max a soda and grabbed himself one, then closed the fridge. "Well, on that extremely educational note, I should probably get going."
"Really?" Her face fell, half of her wishing that he hadn't seen and the other half hoping he did.
"Yeah." He said. "There's some Eyes Only stuff that I have to look at and you probably need some more rest."
"I heal quick." She blurted out. Why the hell did I just say that?
"I should still be going." He said quietly and closed the gap between them. Hey, she's not rambling on...
Suddenly, the door flew open and Kendra walked into the apartment, complaining loudly. "Can you believe this weather? I know it's Seattle and rain is plentiful, but my Go - Go - Oooh. Sorry. I'm interrupting."
"Dinner at seven-thirty. Dress up." He said, cupping her face in his hands, and plainly ignoring Kendra. They both softly laughed when the cold soda can made Max shiver.
"I think I can make it." She replied, smiling up at him.
He smirked at her, then lightly kissed her forehead. He turned away from her and smiled widely at Kendra before leaving the apartment.
"What?" Max frowned, catching Kendra's look and raised eyebrows.
Kendra grinned wickedly and began singing. "Max has a boyfriend! Max has a boyfriend!"
"Shut up." Max replied, trying very unsuccessfully to hide her smile.
"Max has a boyfriend! Max has a boyfriend!" Kendra continued singing. "Wait until I tell everybody that... Max has a boyfriend, Max has a boyfriend!"