Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel or any characters featured in either of the seasons.
Fashion Stunt
The next morning Max was awakened with an annoying ringing sound coming from under her pillow. Waking up enough to find the source, Max found that the ringing was coming from her cell phone, which was also blinking. Not looking at the collar id, she answered. "Ello," her voice letting on to the fact she was ¾ still asleep.
"You move quickly Boo," Cindy's voice filtered from the phone.
"Huh?" What the hell was Cindy talking about this early in the morning?
"The paper Boo, you and hot boy move quickly. When's the wedding?" What the hell was Cindy talking about?
"O.C. what the hell are you talking about?"
"The paper Boo, and the Internet. Picture of you and hot boy are over loading everything." Max shot up in bed, immediately she grabbed her laptop and searched the newest entertainment news. Sure enough pictures of her and Alec on the beach. One is of him dipping her, looking as if he was giving her a good smooch, and others of her tackling him.
"Oh god!" She groaned. Cindy just laughed, "Shut up!" She growled, which lead Cindy to laugh even more. She seemed to be laughing a lot lately, when it came to her.
"All I gotta say Boo is you should go into acting, very convincing performance." With that Cindy hung up leaving Max to burry her head in her pillows again. Before sleep could even start to claim her again a light knock was at her door, looking up she saw Alec at the door.
"Guessing someone told you bout the pictures?" He asked looking at the laptop and her facial expression.
"Yeah and got told I should go into acting because I give a convincing performance," she replied rubbing her eyes and repeating Cindy's words. Alec laughed and scratched the back of her head.
"Looks like we are officially unofficially dating, according to the media." This made Max groan.
"Shut up!"
"So next step? Make a sex tape?" His response was a flying pillow at his head, which he ducked. "I'll take as a rain check?" Another pillow came flying his way; this one didn't miss its target.