"You can't leave us like this until June!" Logan snapped. "Not like this!" he repeated again.
"Maybe I will write the next chapter in Easter, or maybe sooner if I get motivated," she sighed. "I'm sorry, I gotta go. I need a break."
With those words, Original D left the apartment and the room became silent.
. . .
"So I guess this is it, huh?" Bling stated.
"I can't believe she bailed out on us like that," Max muttered as she lightly slapped the innocent doorframe.
"Don't worry, she will be back," said Logan assured them. He shifted his position a little and groaned slightly as he felt more pain searing through his body.
"And how would you know?" said Max with a slight hint of sarcasm.
Logan gathered his composure and replied. "Because OD likes me too much," he sniggered.
"Likes YOU too much?" Max frowned back at him, noticing the same old arrogance from the day they first met.
"Yeah," Logan confirmed as he rubbed over his sore back.
"Well, she has a funny way of showing that, I mean, man! OD has put you through hell and back!" Bling said to Logan.
"That is because she likes to see me struggle, I think," he frowned. "But hey ! I have the leading roll in her stories," Logan pointed out.
"I beg your pardon," Max frowned. "I think that I have the leading role here, Mister. I am Batman and you are... ehmm.. what's its name? . . . Never mind. . . I am the Michael Jackson and you are Toto!"
"It's Tito, Max," Logan corrected her. "Haven't you seen the movie Rush Hour?"
"Yeah what ever, but I AM the one and only Dark Angel, you are just my sidekick, Logan Cale."
"But that was BEFORE the show got cancelled, and YOU," he pointed at her. ". . . don't have a show anymore," Logan replied sharply
"Well, yeah," she said with raising attitude. "That doesn't mean that YOU have the leading role now!"
"Of course I have !" he hissed as he felt another sharp pain in his back but covered it up very well.
"Says who?"
"Max, look at the title of this story, it's called 'Logan's Surgery Fails', L-O-G-A-N," he said as he widened his eyes. "The story is all about me, Max."
"So," Max crossed her arms and leaned in the doorframe. "That still doesn't mean a thing," she shrugged.
"Then what about the story 'The Shooting'? That story is all about me too."
"Yeah right! All YOU had to do is being shot and lie down on the street!" she yelled. "I had to rush my ass off to scrape you of the floor! AGAIN! Great leading you are having, huh?!"
"Ouch, that hurts." His words were dripping with sarcasm.
"Guys," Bling finally interrupted their argument, "Apparently you both haven't read OD's profile," he paused. "Don't you two ever realise its about the chemistry between you two, OD's stories are always about Max AND Logan, and I am the only side kick here! Which I obviously don't mind!" Bling sniggered. "Now come on guys, stop this quarrel!"
"Yeah, sorry," they said at the same time and grinned, realising that they were arguing about nothing.
"Very good kids!" Bling smiled.
"Be right back, I need a cold shower, I am going out of my mind here," said Max and left to the guest bathroom.
Logan sighed.
"Bling, can you get me my laptop?"
"Sure," he stood up and walked out of the room.
Bling found Logan's laptop on the coffee table in the living room. It was still open.
"You've got an email from OD," Bling said as he handed the laptop over to Logan.
Logan frowned and opened his mail and read aloud.
On Sun 03/21, OD original-d@excite.com wrote:
Dear Max, Logan and Bling.
Sorry that I left things unfinished, but I had no choice.
I still have a lot of stuff to do and cannot focus on "Surgery Fails".
Don't worry I still haven't abandoned you guys and still have lots of stuff in mind.
And, No , I don't have a writers block, but I just don't want to post a quick chapter.
I am still writing stuff, since that is my only outlet I have at the moment.
I am still feeling depressed about school stuff. My concepts for my assignments were disapproved by my teachers and I have to start all over again.
Anyway, I gotta go.
Take Care - XXX - OD
PS - I also have AOL Instant Messenger ( screen name: OD452 ).
I also have MSN messenger. (od452@hotmail.com)
Feel free to add me.
Logan closed his laptop shut with great force. "Depressed, huh? She has no idea what she is talking about!" he grunted. "She puts me in a mess and leaves me there right in the junk she has made, and now she claims that she is depressed?" he snapped.
"I never heard of MSN or AOL Messengers before, do you know what OD is talking about?" Bling asked, who obviously notice the sudden change of mood again, tried to change the topic.
"Those are instant messengers that kids use before The Pulse hit. It's a typical Pre-Pulse chat software," he explained.
"So are you going to contact her by this software?" Bling asked.
"No!" Logan grunted. "I'll be crazy if I do that! I am not going to waste my time on stupid chit-chats!" He said as he shifted in his bed and grimaced with pain.
"Are you still sore?" Bling asked.
"Can you get me some painkillers?" Logan asked instead of answering Bling's question.
"What?" Bling frowned. "I thought you didn't pop any pills at all!"
"I do," Logan sighed. "But frigging OD doesn't let me!" he grunted. "But I am not going to give in on that and act all whiney about it , because that is exactly what she wants!"
"Damn, and here I thought that you were to stubborn to take them," Bling sighed in defeat.
"But hey, I am still alive!" Logan sniggered with sarcasm.
"Yeah, but just not kicking," Max finished his line as she came back from her cold shower.
"Thanks Max, I just needed that," Logan said with even more sarcasm.
"So what are you suppose to do now?"
"Eh.....Wait?"
. . . .
(((( so this is really the last thing i am gonna write for now - i wrote this chapter very quickly ((( bye - Original D ))))
"Maybe I will write the next chapter in Easter, or maybe sooner if I get motivated," she sighed. "I'm sorry, I gotta go. I need a break."
With those words, Original D left the apartment and the room became silent.
. . .
"So I guess this is it, huh?" Bling stated.
"I can't believe she bailed out on us like that," Max muttered as she lightly slapped the innocent doorframe.
"Don't worry, she will be back," said Logan assured them. He shifted his position a little and groaned slightly as he felt more pain searing through his body.
"And how would you know?" said Max with a slight hint of sarcasm.
Logan gathered his composure and replied. "Because OD likes me too much," he sniggered.
"Likes YOU too much?" Max frowned back at him, noticing the same old arrogance from the day they first met.
"Yeah," Logan confirmed as he rubbed over his sore back.
"Well, she has a funny way of showing that, I mean, man! OD has put you through hell and back!" Bling said to Logan.
"That is because she likes to see me struggle, I think," he frowned. "But hey ! I have the leading roll in her stories," Logan pointed out.
"I beg your pardon," Max frowned. "I think that I have the leading role here, Mister. I am Batman and you are... ehmm.. what's its name? . . . Never mind. . . I am the Michael Jackson and you are Toto!"
"It's Tito, Max," Logan corrected her. "Haven't you seen the movie Rush Hour?"
"Yeah what ever, but I AM the one and only Dark Angel, you are just my sidekick, Logan Cale."
"But that was BEFORE the show got cancelled, and YOU," he pointed at her. ". . . don't have a show anymore," Logan replied sharply
"Well, yeah," she said with raising attitude. "That doesn't mean that YOU have the leading role now!"
"Of course I have !" he hissed as he felt another sharp pain in his back but covered it up very well.
"Says who?"
"Max, look at the title of this story, it's called 'Logan's Surgery Fails', L-O-G-A-N," he said as he widened his eyes. "The story is all about me, Max."
"So," Max crossed her arms and leaned in the doorframe. "That still doesn't mean a thing," she shrugged.
"Then what about the story 'The Shooting'? That story is all about me too."
"Yeah right! All YOU had to do is being shot and lie down on the street!" she yelled. "I had to rush my ass off to scrape you of the floor! AGAIN! Great leading you are having, huh?!"
"Ouch, that hurts." His words were dripping with sarcasm.
"Guys," Bling finally interrupted their argument, "Apparently you both haven't read OD's profile," he paused. "Don't you two ever realise its about the chemistry between you two, OD's stories are always about Max AND Logan, and I am the only side kick here! Which I obviously don't mind!" Bling sniggered. "Now come on guys, stop this quarrel!"
"Yeah, sorry," they said at the same time and grinned, realising that they were arguing about nothing.
"Very good kids!" Bling smiled.
"Be right back, I need a cold shower, I am going out of my mind here," said Max and left to the guest bathroom.
Logan sighed.
"Bling, can you get me my laptop?"
"Sure," he stood up and walked out of the room.
Bling found Logan's laptop on the coffee table in the living room. It was still open.
"You've got an email from OD," Bling said as he handed the laptop over to Logan.
Logan frowned and opened his mail and read aloud.
On Sun 03/21, OD original-d@excite.com wrote:
Dear Max, Logan and Bling.
Sorry that I left things unfinished, but I had no choice.
I still have a lot of stuff to do and cannot focus on "Surgery Fails".
Don't worry I still haven't abandoned you guys and still have lots of stuff in mind.
And, No , I don't have a writers block, but I just don't want to post a quick chapter.
I am still writing stuff, since that is my only outlet I have at the moment.
I am still feeling depressed about school stuff. My concepts for my assignments were disapproved by my teachers and I have to start all over again.
Anyway, I gotta go.
Take Care - XXX - OD
PS - I also have AOL Instant Messenger ( screen name: OD452 ).
I also have MSN messenger. (od452@hotmail.com)
Feel free to add me.
Logan closed his laptop shut with great force. "Depressed, huh? She has no idea what she is talking about!" he grunted. "She puts me in a mess and leaves me there right in the junk she has made, and now she claims that she is depressed?" he snapped.
"I never heard of MSN or AOL Messengers before, do you know what OD is talking about?" Bling asked, who obviously notice the sudden change of mood again, tried to change the topic.
"Those are instant messengers that kids use before The Pulse hit. It's a typical Pre-Pulse chat software," he explained.
"So are you going to contact her by this software?" Bling asked.
"No!" Logan grunted. "I'll be crazy if I do that! I am not going to waste my time on stupid chit-chats!" He said as he shifted in his bed and grimaced with pain.
"Are you still sore?" Bling asked.
"Can you get me some painkillers?" Logan asked instead of answering Bling's question.
"What?" Bling frowned. "I thought you didn't pop any pills at all!"
"I do," Logan sighed. "But frigging OD doesn't let me!" he grunted. "But I am not going to give in on that and act all whiney about it , because that is exactly what she wants!"
"Damn, and here I thought that you were to stubborn to take them," Bling sighed in defeat.
"But hey, I am still alive!" Logan sniggered with sarcasm.
"Yeah, but just not kicking," Max finished his line as she came back from her cold shower.
"Thanks Max, I just needed that," Logan said with even more sarcasm.
"So what are you suppose to do now?"
"Eh.....Wait?"
. . . .
(((( so this is really the last thing i am gonna write for now - i wrote this chapter very quickly ((( bye - Original D ))))