The Story Of Us
By ML Fan
Chapter 3
This is a Season 1 AU where some things will change, while others stay the same. I own nothing and make no profit from this story. This is not a sequel to "I'd Die Without You." A special thanks goes out to my beta, HarbingerX. Thank you to those who read and reviewed the first two chapters. Original Cindy's, Max's and Logan's thoughts are in italics. Please read and review.
I've never seen my boo like this before with a guy. Normally some guy hits on her and she loses interest quickly, someone never intrigues her though.
Cindy sees the tall, brown-haired man that was checking out Max get up to get another pitcher of beer. Cindy takes a chance and she could only hope that Max would go along with it.
"Boo, could ya get us another pitcher of beer?"
"Sure, Cindy, no biggie."
Max walks up to the bar and sees what Cindy has done, she knows that she can't turn back now since she doesn't want to seem like a complete idiot.
I'm going to get Cindy for this one. Max sighs and shakes her head. Oh well. Here goes, Cindy's gonna get exactly what she wants. I'm gonna meet the rich playboy, I don't expect much out of this guy. He's probably like all of the other guys I meet, he acts real interested in me at first, talk real smooth, but in reality, they are immature and can't handle a relationship over the long run.
"Another pitcher of beer, please.
"Coming up, sir."
The bartender then sees Max in a red baby tee and blue jeans and smiles.
"Another pitcher of beer for me and my homegirl." Max rolls her eyes at him.
"Here you go, Ma'am." The bartender gives Max the beer.
"Hey! I was here first," Logan yells clearly irritated.
"You know what they say sir, ladies first." Logan wants to say something, but changes his mind.
Logan sighs and openly addresses the raven-haired woman who caught his eye from across the room.
"I was here before you, can't you just give me the beer?" Logan tries to reason with this strikingly beautiful, yet mysterious woman.
"Oh, please, that's the best opening line that you could come up with?" Max rolls her eyes.
"That's not a pick-up line." Logan states in a serious tone
"Come on, look at you, you're probably a rich playboy who has anything and everything that your fat bank account can buy you. You've probably had the best of everything, prep schools and of course your pick of the ditzy blondes and socialites who worship the ground that you walk on. Not everybody has even half of that these days after the Pulse and all. Some of us actually have to work for a living."
"Why are you so sure that I'm rich and went to prep school?"
"It's all in your walk and how you present yourself. You definitely don't look like one of the Crash regulars. I wouldn't even let you buy me a beer."
"And why not?"
Max rolls her eyes, "I don't let just anyone buy me beer and I don't even know anything about you, you could be a murderer for all I know, who knows what?"
Logan laughs, "So I take it that you have trust issues with people?"
"Yeah, you could say that. What's your name anyhow? I know you're probably someone important."
"If I was someone important, let's say, wouldn't you already know who I am?"
"I don't watch the news or read the newspaper much, just dark and depressing stories, who needs to read and see that all the time? The world is dark enough now without having to sit down and read about it. Hope is for losers."
"Well, I'm Logan and I tend to see the cups as half full opposed to half empty and you are...
"Max. I'm Max and I've gotta jet, we look silly standing here and I hate to keep my homegirl waiting and I've already been gone for too long."
Well, Cindy better be happy. I did what she wanted, I met the guy and he's a little uptight, but he's alright. And I know that I'll never live this night down. Ever.
Bling was right, no one knew who I was and I didn't have some superficial conversation with a woman and she really didn't know who I was, that's a first. All the other women I've dated knew exactly who I was and there were expectations involved and stupid parties to attend. And with Valerie, marriage just seemed like the next logical step, not that we ever really loved each other or that the marriage was going to be an eternal commitment.
The End of Chapter 3. To Be Continued.
By ML Fan
Chapter 3
This is a Season 1 AU where some things will change, while others stay the same. I own nothing and make no profit from this story. This is not a sequel to "I'd Die Without You." A special thanks goes out to my beta, HarbingerX. Thank you to those who read and reviewed the first two chapters. Original Cindy's, Max's and Logan's thoughts are in italics. Please read and review.
I've never seen my boo like this before with a guy. Normally some guy hits on her and she loses interest quickly, someone never intrigues her though.
Cindy sees the tall, brown-haired man that was checking out Max get up to get another pitcher of beer. Cindy takes a chance and she could only hope that Max would go along with it.
"Boo, could ya get us another pitcher of beer?"
"Sure, Cindy, no biggie."
Max walks up to the bar and sees what Cindy has done, she knows that she can't turn back now since she doesn't want to seem like a complete idiot.
I'm going to get Cindy for this one. Max sighs and shakes her head. Oh well. Here goes, Cindy's gonna get exactly what she wants. I'm gonna meet the rich playboy, I don't expect much out of this guy. He's probably like all of the other guys I meet, he acts real interested in me at first, talk real smooth, but in reality, they are immature and can't handle a relationship over the long run.
"Another pitcher of beer, please.
"Coming up, sir."
The bartender then sees Max in a red baby tee and blue jeans and smiles.
"Another pitcher of beer for me and my homegirl." Max rolls her eyes at him.
"Here you go, Ma'am." The bartender gives Max the beer.
"Hey! I was here first," Logan yells clearly irritated.
"You know what they say sir, ladies first." Logan wants to say something, but changes his mind.
Logan sighs and openly addresses the raven-haired woman who caught his eye from across the room.
"I was here before you, can't you just give me the beer?" Logan tries to reason with this strikingly beautiful, yet mysterious woman.
"Oh, please, that's the best opening line that you could come up with?" Max rolls her eyes.
"That's not a pick-up line." Logan states in a serious tone
"Come on, look at you, you're probably a rich playboy who has anything and everything that your fat bank account can buy you. You've probably had the best of everything, prep schools and of course your pick of the ditzy blondes and socialites who worship the ground that you walk on. Not everybody has even half of that these days after the Pulse and all. Some of us actually have to work for a living."
"Why are you so sure that I'm rich and went to prep school?"
"It's all in your walk and how you present yourself. You definitely don't look like one of the Crash regulars. I wouldn't even let you buy me a beer."
"And why not?"
Max rolls her eyes, "I don't let just anyone buy me beer and I don't even know anything about you, you could be a murderer for all I know, who knows what?"
Logan laughs, "So I take it that you have trust issues with people?"
"Yeah, you could say that. What's your name anyhow? I know you're probably someone important."
"If I was someone important, let's say, wouldn't you already know who I am?"
"I don't watch the news or read the newspaper much, just dark and depressing stories, who needs to read and see that all the time? The world is dark enough now without having to sit down and read about it. Hope is for losers."
"Well, I'm Logan and I tend to see the cups as half full opposed to half empty and you are...
"Max. I'm Max and I've gotta jet, we look silly standing here and I hate to keep my homegirl waiting and I've already been gone for too long."
Well, Cindy better be happy. I did what she wanted, I met the guy and he's a little uptight, but he's alright. And I know that I'll never live this night down. Ever.
Bling was right, no one knew who I was and I didn't have some superficial conversation with a woman and she really didn't know who I was, that's a first. All the other women I've dated knew exactly who I was and there were expectations involved and stupid parties to attend. And with Valerie, marriage just seemed like the next logical step, not that we ever really loved each other or that the marriage was going to be an eternal commitment.
The End of Chapter 3. To Be Continued.