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This is the second fanfic I have ever posted, the first one was for
Roswell.
I got this idea from a challenge on darkangelarchives by Anna.
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Max
walked up to her locker in Jam Pony headquarters,
she
was just returning from her last run of the day.
As
she started to turn the dial on the lock, Original
Cindy
walked over from her position on the couch.
"Hey
Girl where were you last night? We waited at
your
apartment, but when you didn't show Kendra and me
took
off hoping that you would show at the club."
Cindy
looked at Max excepting some kind of answer.
Not
that she wondered much about where she was; her
money
was on Logan.
Max
had succeed in avoiding Cindy and this
conversation
for most of the day, but it looked like
her
time had finally run out. Leaving her locker open
she
turned to Cindy "I had a job to do and it took a
little
longer then I thought it would. I promise that
I
will make it up to you guys." Max looked at Cindy
with
pleading eyes hoping she wouldn't push the issue.
In
reality she had spent most of the night with Logan
going
over the newest reports on Manticore at dinner
and
then beating him in chess for the rest of the
night.
By the time she realized what time it was and
that
she was supposed to meet her friends it was to
late.
At Logan's suggestion she had stayed to finish
the
game and then went home. Well that wasn't exactly
his
suggestion she thought to herself.
He
had at first tried to get her to stay at the
apartment
for the rest of the night and sleep in the
guestroom
because as he had put it was too late for
her
to be out, but Max knew that staying there would
have
been a mistake. Ever since the withdrawn kiss,
they
had been playing a waiting game. Every time she
went
over to see him there was a constant tension that
permeated
the room. Neither wanted to admit to the
other
that they were anything more then friends. When
Logan
had finally realized that she wasn't going to
give
in on the issue, he had given up on the idea and
had
let her go home with instructions to call when she
got
there.
When
she had gotten home Kendra was back from the club
and
already in bed asleep. She had however given Max
a
similar lecture about neglecting friends this
morning
before she had left for work.
Original
Cindy gave in to the pleading look and let it
pass.
"Well are you going to come out with us
tonight?
Ya know you could always bring roller boy
with
you."
"No
Logan doesn't do that kind of thing, and anyway
even
though he would never admit it, he hates being
reminded
of his disability." Max replied
"Well
you should get it through his thick head that it
doesn't
matter." Original Cindy shook her head at the
idea.
"That's the problem with men they always have
that
Macho-I don't want to admit I need help side."
"It's
not like that, he is just trying to cope with it
the
best he can he has been through alot, and
eventually
he will come around." Max replied with a
defensive
tone. After knowing all things that Logan
had
been through lately she didn't like the idea of
anyone
putting him down.
"Damn
Girl, calm down I wasn't going after him or
anything
I was just stating my opinion, anyway I kind
of
respect him for what he did for you, when you were
in
jail. Original Cindy was still amazed and confused
about
that whole incident. But she respected her
homegirls'
wishes and let the whole thing go, when she
wanted
to talk Original Cindy would be there.
Max
turned back to her locker to start getting her
stuff
together. "I'll come out with you guys tonight,
I
just have to stop at Logan's and then I will be
over."
As
she took her jacket out of her locker something
fell
out onto the floor. Max looked down and
realizing
what it was, bent over to pick it up. "Not
again,
I don't know what is up with this whole thing
but
I'm not liking the vibe I'm getting from it." Max
said
with exasperation
Original
Cindy looked over to see Max standing there
holding
a single Light Pink rose, looking at like it
was
going to bite her at any second. "What is wrong
with
roses, I would think that you would like it if
you
got a flower from Logan?"
"Believe
me if it was from Logan I wouldn't mind, but
I
don't know who this is from. This is the third one
in
the last week and a half. A single rose in my
locker
each one a different color no note or anything
saying
who it came from or why. It's a little weird
don't
you think?" Max replied with sarcasm.
Cindy
thought about it for a second and then replied
"Well
if Logan didn't send it and there is no note
then
I guess you have a secret admirer. It seems like
I
read some where that each color rose means a
different
thing."
Max
looked up at Cindy with interest "Well after I
found
the first one, I asked Logan and he said that he
knew
nothing about it, I don't think he would lie
about
it if he had done it. Anyway he was just as
curious
as I was about the whole thing, I never did
tell
him about the second one. So do you know what
this
color means?" Max asked holding the rose up for
Cindy's
inspection.
"I
don't remember exactly but I think it was something
like
happiness and wanting to be with someone." Cindy
replied
trying to remember more detail about it. "Why
don't
you ask Logan when you go by his place, he seems
like
the type of man that would know about that kind
of
thing."
Max
looked back at the flower and then placed it on
the
bench in front of her locker. As she was pulling
the
rest of the things that she needed out of her
locker,
she decided that she would ask Logan. If he
didn't
know then he would most likely be able to look
it
up for her without a problem.
After
getting everything she needed, and changing into
her
street clothes, she slammed her locker shut and
made
sure the lock was engaged. Not that it was much
of
a lock, a two year old could jimmy it, she thought
to
herself. She quickly put the rose in to her bag
then
looking back up at Cindy she replied "That's a
good
idea, I'm going to head over to Logan's now and
then
I will meet you guys at the club at nine."
Cindy
distracted by the Sketchy's girlfriend who had
just
walked in, gave her a dismissing wave of her hand
replied
"You better be there, and don't let that rich
boyfriend
of yours talk you out of it."
Max
started to walk toward the doors, looking over her
shoulders
she replied "He is not my boyfriend and
don't
worry I will be there." Then she continued out
the
doors and jumped on to her bike.
TBC.
if you like
