"Then you obviously aren't drunk."
Logan looked up from his glass and studied Peter, who was currently reading the ingredients on a bottle of vodka. Note to self, don't ever listen to Peter again.
"Did you know vodka's made from potatoes?" Peter said and set the bottle down. "I learned that from my cousin when I was in eighth grade."
"I'm... happy for you." Logan shook his head and pushed his glass away. "Now, I'm pretty sure this isn't the way to go, so I'm going to try and think of something else to do."
"Don't you get it?" Peter sighed. "You can't do anything. I mean, well, you could do something, but really, it all depends on her and if she wants to stay pissed off at you."
"Well, I'd rather do something than nothing."
Peter grinned wickedly. "Then I've got an idea..."
* * * * *
"I don't see this working." Logan sighed and watched as Peter popped a cassette into the ancient boombox.
"It worked in the movie." Peter said and pushed the volume all the way up. "And really, aren't movies just reality that's been turned into fiction?"
"No... that doesn't make any sense."
"Well, probably not, but I had a lot of that vodka so really, you shouldn't be listening to me." Peter smiled and shoved the boombox into Logan's arms. "But never mind that. I'm telling you, just hold this up and stand there with a... I don't know... think like John Cusack and it'll be all peachy keen in no time. At least I think so. I never saw the end of the movie."
"Can't I just go in and talk to her?"
"What would be the entertainment value in that?" Peter asked and forced Logan's arms into the air. "Then I wouldn't be having any fun. Now, I couldn't find the song from the movie, so I just grabbed whatever cassette I found in the glove compartment of my car. I hope it's not death metal or bitch-ho rap. Good luck!"
Peter pressed the play button, then scampered off to hide in the shadows. Logan cringed as the first few notes flew from the speakers. He relaxed when he realized that it was a nice piano piece and wouldn't be turning into any death metal or bitch-ho rap.
I can't imagine all the people that you know
And the places that you go, when the lights are turned down low
And I don't understand all the things you've seen
But I'm slipping in between you and your big dreams
It's always you in my big dreams
The window of Max's apartment opened and Kendra stuck her head out. She looked around curiously for a minute, then when she spotted Logan she smiled and called down to him, "I love that song!"
"Where's Max?" He called back.
"I think she's taking a bath!" She replied. "Hey, um, do you wanna come up? Because that's song's just short of being ten minutes long and the ending isn't the happiest, so I wouldn't want your arms falling off or anything."
Without hesitation, Logan set down the boombox and rushed into the building. Figuring that the elevator wouldn't be fast enough for him, he hurtled himself up the many flights of stairs. When he finally reached Max's floor, he decided that the elevator might've actually worked out after all. Once he reached Max's door, he leaned against and tried to catch his breath.
That turned out to be an unfortunate plan. Kendra threw the door open once she heard his footsteps outside, which caused Logan to tumble to the floor in a heap. She began apologizing profusely and helped him back to his feet.
"Sorry. I just got off the phone with Original Cindy and then I heard you and - and oh, I'm sorry."
"I'm fine, but... Original Cindy?" He paled.
She chuckled. "Oh, we're not going to pull a Bobbit on you. Yet, that is. It all still remains to be seen. Well, anyway, I better get going 'cause Max is standing over there and you two'll need to talk and I'll need to get going, 'cause I've got places to be and... yeah, bye!"
Before Logan could say a thing, or address the pain in his side, Kendra had already gone, shutting the door behind her. He turned slowly to face Max, who was clad in a tattered blue robe with her hair still dripping wet. She crossed her arms and had a stony expression that made Logan consider just jumping out the window.
"What?"
"I, uh, wanted to talk."
"Well, there ya go. You just talked. So, I guess that's it then. Buh-bye." She replied. Right, be a big ol' bitch and it won't hurt as much. That's a real genius plan, Max. Then afterward why don't you stab him?
"Max..."
"Look, you could've done all the talking in the world in your apartment, but you didn't." She interrupted. "I've thought it over and decided that it would be best for both of us if we just never talked about it at all, ever. I mean, who needs this kind of complicating thing in their life right now? I certainly don't. I don't have time to spend wondering if one Logan Cale gives a damn whether I'm alive or not."
"Max, I -"
"Ya know," She continued. "I realize that I've said too much now and I'm all talked out, so why don't you leave because this time I realize it's my apartment."
"I'm not going anywhere until we talk like rational people."
"Then I'm going to have to kick your ass." She growled through clenched teeth.
"Then I'm just going to have to accept that I guess."
She relaxed a bit, but not enough for Logan to really notice. No one talks to me like that, except for Cindy. Either he's got a nice brave act going for him or he's an idiot.
Unsure about how to take her silence, he continued. "I know I didn't say anything when Margot was around and that was stupid and I know I should've just said what I felt and what was the truth."
She softened. "And what is the truth?"