Response to St Valentines Day challenge on DAR.

Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be!

Oki doki folks - chapter 2 coming up (big thanks to those who reviewed!)

Chapter 2 - St Valentine's Eve

Logan looked around his apartment, it seemed a lot emptier even though Max had only left a few moments earlier after changing back into her own clothes and shouting a breezy 'Gotta bounce. Places to go, statues to steal' in Logan's general direction. He looked down at the chess board that had been between them and sighed as he started packing the pieces away. He couldn't belive that Max had agreed to his 'evening in' suggestion and frowned as he began to wonder what the hell an 'anti-date' was. He eventually summised that to spend the evening as they usually did might suffice - dinner and either chess or a pre-pulse DVD.

He made his way to the bathroom to survey the devastation that was always left behind after Max had needed to shower at his place. He pushed open the door and sucked in a huge breath when the first thing to catch his eye was Max's matching vest and panties dangling from the shower head to drip dry. 'Oh my god! She wasn't wearing anything under my sweatshirt!' Logan glanced around the room and his eyes came to rest on the sweatshirt dumped unceremoniously on the floor by the sink. His eyes moved between the dripping undergarments and the sweatshirt a couple of times before he shook his head in a mixture of amazement and disbelief then began the task of clearing up. With the job soon completed, Logan scooped the sweatshirt from the floor and folded it. He threw a backwards glance at the still damp underwear and grinned, leaving it hanging from the shower head.

Later that night Max arrived back at the apartment she shared with Original Cindy. As she got closer to the door she heard a raised voice coming from inside the apartment. She quietly opened the door and crept towards the voice.

"…Nothing that goes with that, nothing that goes with that. What the hell is Cindy gonna wear tomorrow?" Max laughed as she leaned against the door to watch Original Cindy systematically remove every item from her closet and discard it on her bed. "And don't know what you're laughing at Boo. Original Cindy bets you a months garbage duty that Wonder-boy invited you on a date and you ain't got nothing' to wear either!"

"Actually, it's an anti-date and it doesn't matter what I wear!"

"Mm-hmm!" was Cindy's reply as she raised an eyebrow.

"No. Logan invited me over because he's not the 'big outdoors' type and I don't have a date so he's saving me the embarrassment of seeing you and Sketchy at Crash drooling over some girl!"

"Mm-hmm."

"Really, it's just dinner!" Max was exasperated with Cindy's look of 'Yeah, right!'

"You keep telling' yourself that, Boo, but you're both so strung out on each other there ain't no way that it's just dinner. Believe. Original Cindy knows these things."

"But we're not like that. But what if he wants us to be like that? Do I want us to be like that? Oh god." Max started to look panicked.

"Chill, Max. You know you like him, and giving out the 'we're not like that' when it's so obvious even Sketchy can see it is whack." Cindy gave Max a hug, "It really don't matter. As long as you show up, he'll be happy. Now… go get some beauty sleep for that big ol' crush of yours!"

Hours later Max was still awake and was staring at the statue of Bast on her dresser. It had come from Logan's apartment a few months earlier and she hadn't fenced it again because she liked having something of Logans so close. Max lay in the dark and wondered if she should get Logan a Valentine's gift and if so, what kind of gift she should get him. 'I'm sure Valentine's gifts aren't exclusive to lovers, I think maybe you can give a gift to a friend. A friend with sparkly blue/green eyes and sexy little glasses and... Bad Max, concentrate on a gift. Maybe a chicken… but I don't know what he's cooking. I said I'd bring dessert. I'll call in at Little Debbie's bakery and get a strawberry chocolate cake on my way over, but that's not really a gift. What the hell do you get a spoilt rich boy who has everything?' she wondered. Her eyes settled on a piece of paper beside the statue. It was the poem he had written about her and she smiled, 'If he can do it, I can do it!'

TBC