Logan sat there for a minute. Dreaming, hoping Max would come back through the door, but it didn't move. Mind over matter, not mind over Max. Then he turned around and the bright light of the sun almost blinded him. He still had the rest of the day ahead.
* * * * * *
Max was on her way home when she changed her mind. No man is worth my paycheck. She thought angrily and rode back to Jam Pony
"Guess who finally decided to grace us with her presence. You come back that…"
Max grabbed Normal by the collar and twisted it, choking him.
"I'm not in the mood today, Normal. So you got a hot run for me or not?"
Normal nodded and Max let him go. He pushed his shoulders back and shook his head.
"Here," he said giving Max a package, "134 Perry Street."
"Thanks," she said and left on her bike. Behind her, she heard Normal trying to get control of the other messengers, still recovering from the show Max just put on for them. She pumped some extra energy into the pedals. Those pictures and sound of Logan's voice kept on invading her head.
"I guess being a cold-bloodied killer wasn't at the top of your list" His voice was so angry, so hard when he said it. Yeah, she called herself that sometimes, but it's different to have it confirmed by someone else. Someone that you know and have spent time with and…and…care about. I don't care! I don't care about him or what he thinks. He doesn't matter! She pedaled harder and then stopped. She looked around and laughed mirthlessly.
"This is funny," she said and turned her bike around. She had passed Perry Street and was on the other side of town, high-rise district.
* * * * * *
"Aiight, boo. What's up?" Original Cindy asked as soon as they walked in their apartment.
"What you talking 'bout?" Max replied only half listening to Cindy. She was on a mission to get to her room in peace. Should of known better. She thought and kept on going to her room.
"I mean you scarin' the bips out of Normal today," she said and Max sat her bed, taking off her shoes.
"And bein' a robot the rest," Max turned and laid down her bed.
"And Sketchy's movin' in,"
"What?" Max asked and turned her head to face Cindy. Cindy walked over and sat on Max's bed.
"This is 'bout Wheel-boy, ain't it?"
Max thought about arguing and saying that it wasn't about him, but what was the point. Original Cindy saw through her every time "he" was involved or any male for that matter.
"Remember I told you I was getting a weird vibe from him lately?"
Original Cindy nodded.
"Well, he has this pictures…"
"If you…"
"Not those type of pictures." Max
sat up and looked down at her knees. It was hard enough to think about them and
now she was about to tell her best friend. She could bail on me if I tell
her. Just like him. I can't, I can't tell her.
"Girl," Cindy said putting her hand on her knee, "What'd Original tell ya the day you told her the truth?"
Max smiled at the thought.
"You my boo. For life." Max repeated.
"And it's always goin' be that way. Now. What's up?"
Max took a deep breath.
"He has pictures of me… and my
brothers and sisters," She bit her lip and closed her eyes for a second, "…
killing someone." Don't hate me. Please.
Original Cindy leaned back for a minute absorbing what she just said. Then she relaxed.
"Wher…"
She was interrupted by a knock on the door. Max was about to go up when Original stopped her.
"I got it."
She opened door and looked at the person in front of her.
"Hey," Logan said, "Is…"
"Shut up and Leave,"
Logan got defensive, "Look, I…"
"No. Now unless you want Original Cindy to put the smackdown on ya ass…you'll go."
He put the brakes down on his wheelchair and stared up back at her.
"Cute. But it ain't Original Cindy ya got to prove somethin' to," She replied and shut the door in his face.
Logan took a deep breath. And I'm
looking at a door again.
