Back to the original format of this collection. Songs that I find interesting or inspiring. Anyway I just got the Lady Antebellum C.D. (check it out, new favorite song, Can't Take My Eyes Off You) well, I just love this C.D. all italics are direct lyrics and/or ideas from the lyrics. Enjoy and Review Please.
She and Robin walked into the coffeehouse, seeing him put a giddy grin on her face.
"Dr. Robin, Beautiful Maximista; how are you ladies doing this fine morning?"
"Just craving a sticky bun. How are you?"
"Spin-el-li," she gushed. The two of them looked at each other and smiled.
"So, are you doing okay," Robin asked.
"He's fine," Jason answered. "How are you and the baby?"
"We're good, thanks for asking. How are you?"
"Okay," he paused, "sorry to just say hey and run, but we've got."
"Work to do. I understand."
Spinelli and Maxie were still standing there completely enthralled in one another.
"Are you coming?"
He snapped out of it, "oh right, yes, The Jackal is most ready to help his master."
"Help, what are the two of you up to," she asked.
"Just computer stuff. Video surveillance, maybe a little jackaling."
"Spinelli, let's go," Jason demanded, pulling him away.
Maxie pulled him back towards her, "Just be careful doing whatever it is you're doing. Okay," she placed a kiss on his cheek and whispered, "you'll tell me later, right," in his ear.
He nodded not wanting to keep Jason waiting any longer.
She joined Robin at a table, "why are you looking at me like that?"
"No reason."
"Robin," she squealed, "Really what is it?"
"Nothing. Really."
Maxie looked at her knowing she really wanted to say something.
"I was just thinking about how good love looks on you; how happy you looked just then."
"Love!? Robin what are you talking about?"
"You and Spinelli."
"Me and Spinelli? I mean, of course I care about him, he's my best friend."
"Best friend," she paused taking a sip of her tea, "whatever you say."
"Huh?"
"Honey, everybody sees it."
"Sees what?"
"You and Spinelli. Maxie when you are around him your smile lights up the whole room and your eyes are twice as bright as usual."
"Shut up," she huffed, "Spinelli and I are just friends, the best."
"Keep telling yourself that, but like I said everyone sees it."
Later on that afternoon, she was standing in front of her mirror trying to figure what it was Robin was talking about. Could she see this change in herself for herself?
She thought about her best friend and all they had been through. How she had gone from The Bad Blonde One, who spoke with a forked tongue, to The Wounded Blonde One, who had just lost her sister and boyfriend and was on the search for the true text message killer, now she was his Maximista. She thought about and smiled. Why was she smiling? Was Robin right? Did she love Spinelli, how could she be in love with Spinelli? He was her best friend and he was Spinelli. "Slow down sister," she screamed into the mirror, "I just can't love him," she sighed, "but I just can't get him off my mind." She rolled her eyes, played with her curls and walked away thinking that she couldn't be falling for him. She didn't need to fall for anyone; she had been down that broken road one too many times. Was she ready to put her rusted borrowed heart out on the line one more time? She pulled out her phone, and sent him a text, telling him that whenever he was done doing whatever it was Jason had him doing they needed to talk.
Her phone rang the Inspector Gadget theme indicating he was calling.
He was panicked, "Is everything okay? Maximista, how can I assist you?"
"I don't need you assistance. I just need to talk to you, whenever you get the chance."
"Where are you? I'll be right over."
"No you won't, not unless you're done helping Jason. He already doesn't like me. I really don't want to make it worse."
"Stone Cold doesn't not like you; besides, the Master and I are finished. Now, where are you?"
"I'm at home," she started, but before she could continue she saw that the call had ended.
He knocked on the door of the Scorpio house frantically.
"Chill out," she said opening it.
"Maximista," he smiled extremely happy to see her, "are you okay?"
"I already told you I was fine, I just needed you."
"Why does The Most Beautiful Blonde One need me?"
"I need to talk. Tell you something."
"Do not pretend like everything is okay, The Jackal can tell that something is wrong, just confide in me. Let me help you, please."
"Spinelli, nothing's wrong, I am being most honest with you. Well, I'm trying to be."
"Continue."
"Come set down with me," she offered. He followed her to the living room and set down next to her on the couch. "Do you remember how we first were? How you couldn't stand me; with good reason," she said disappointed in herself. "I was so awful to you."
"That girl is long gone. Gone like the wind under Superman's cape, like a thief in the night she made the great escape. Maximista I couldn't imagine my life without you now."
"That's my point," she said getting up, she began to pace, "I was just thinking."
"Thinking what," he interrupted, getting up too.
"That the stars were in sync on the night we met," she laughed, "I mean we hated each other, and now look at us."
"I can't get away from you," he said pointing the index finger of both his hands at her.
Her jaw dropped, "For some reason," she said sarcastically, "I keep coming back for more."
"Like a kid in a candy store," he clapped.
"That's right," she said inching closer to him, "I found something super sweet," she said getting even closer, "and I just," she continued pressing up against him, "can't seem," she whispered in his ear, "to get enough," she finished nibbling on it.
He knew she could feel the reaction she was causing; he exhaled the breath he had bottled up, and attempt to regain his composure. "I knew right away, from the very first kiss, that it doesn't get much better than this"
"Really you did," she asked backing away slightly, "because as I recall," she paused, "our first kiss, well, it completely freaked you out," she teased.
"I guess I kind of did, didn't I?"
"You did. You flipped out every time I got close to you."
"That's because I was falling for you, and I didn't want to."
She scrunched up her face upset by his comment.
"Oh Maxie Mine," he sighed messing with his hair.
Her heart fluttered, that was a new one.
"I wasn't trying to upset you. I just meant that I saw you as,"
"The Bad Blonde One, I know."
"I was going to say I saw you as Wise Georgie's sister," he said taking her hand. "I saw you as the Wounded Blonde One."
"I was going through a lot then Spinelli. Look, I know that the bridges that I've burned along the way have left me with these walls and these scars that won't go away. And opening up has always been the hardest thing."
"Maximista," he said confused and concerned.
"Until you came," she smiled. "Spinelli, the truth is,"
"What is it? Just tell me, The Jackal is here for you, always."
"The truth is," she hesitated, he pulled her into a deep embrace. "I'm falling fast," she finally let it out, "and, I'm not scared at all, you climbed my walls."
He tensed up, stopped their embrace and took a step back.
She looked at him nervous and scared, "Spinelli," she questioned.
He was just shocked to be hearing what she was saying; he didn't want to ask her if he had heard what he thought he had. She had been sending him too many signals lately. Despite her constantly insisting they were just friends, her actions had spoken much louder. He decided it
was time to send her a signal of his own. He grabbed her, spun her around, dipped her a bit, and plastered a kiss on her lips.
This was really happening, she thought as he began to dip her, she had fallen for him; they were going to be more than friends. She had finally put her rusted borrowed heart on the line, it was paying off. She didn't need to slow down, she had a feeling it was going to work out this time. Robin might have thought love looked good on her, but now, now she was sure it did. How could it not, when it felt so right?
Songs included.
Can't Take My Eyes Off You
Slow Down Sister
Loves Looking Good On You
Lone Gone