Rolling Waves: Chapter Eleven
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Wish I did.
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Finals were brutal. Short chapter. Long one next time.
Summary: Encounters of the third kind… j/k. There is a confrontation…
A key in the door opened with a soft swish as air was pushed out of the way. A small figure began to enter but stopped in the door way. It couldn't be.
Max let out an uncharacteristic girlish squeal as she rushed towards the red-head. "You're still here! I thought you would have left already."
"Air. Max… I… Air…Can't… Breathe…"
"Sorry Lanna." Max said releasing the red head. Lanna looked at Max as she breathed in deeply.
"Any one else here?"
"Any one else?" Max asked. "I didn't know anyone else was going to be here. I though it was just you and me."
"Umm…" As Alanna began to answer the question the door opened. Two very male laughs preceded the to guys. Max turned to the doorway as two men entered to doorway.
"Dean."
"Max."
The smiles on Max's and Dean's faces died. The two just stood there and stared.
"Um… Sam, maybe we should uh, leave."
As Alanna began to drag Sam back out the door.
"Hold it." Max said as she moved passed Dean making sure to give him a wide berth. Max made a grab at Alanna but she danced away as Max grabbed nothing but air.
"Sam move it or loose it, unless you want to stay for the fire works followed by x-rated material which may or may not be of the sexual nature."
"Lanna!" Max screamed and stomped her foot. But Alanna and Sam had scrambled out the door.
Dean leaned casually against the back of the sofa. To the untrained eye his demeanor seemed calm, cool, and collected. But Max knew better. He was restless, anxious, and weary. Dean didn't know what to say. He had planned a hundred different speeches. But as he faced Max his mouth felt dry as the Sahara desert. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't. So he did nothing. Leaving the ball in her court.
Max looked at him leaning casually against the sofa. But she knew better. Only an idiot wouldn't see the silent predator that lurked underneath his carefree demeanor. And Max was no idiot. She weary, her heart still raw after his abandonment. She was sill angry with him. She may not have verbal expressed her need for him to stay but he should have. Facing him she wanted to scream, shout, throw things at him, hit him, anything to provoke him into action. But she did nothing. Leaving the ball in his court.