"Is that it? That's the truth you came here to tell me?"
"No, that's not the whole truth. It's nothing but the truth, but, uh, it's not the whole truth." He swallowed the lump in his throat. "The truth is that you are a friend of mine and that... that we... are involved. Well, at least, I thought we were until I magically became Mighty Morphin' Jackass."
"Stop." She sighed.
"I said, stop." She said. "Stop... stop acting like it's all your fault. I was just using the questions your horrible aunt was asking you to find out what was going on with us and that was just wrong. I should've just kicked her ass and asked you."
"I guess we both kind of screwed up." He smirked.
"I guess so." She replied. God, I love that smirk.
"So, what do we do now?"
"I'm not really sure." She told him. "But I'm pretty sure whatever it is ends with you cooking something delicious."
"All right then. I guess it's... a date."
"An actual date." She paused. "How weird is that? I mean, just say it. A date. Us. Date. An official date, not just you taking me some place where I can steal stuff."
"I think this is going to work out beautifully." He replied, unable to stop himself from grinning.
A sudden outburst interrupted their conversation. Curious, they both wandered over to the window and looked down. What they found was Peter and Kendra sitting on the hood of the Aztek, singing along to the song still blaring out of the boombox.
Max looked into Logan's eyes and smiled. "I think I'm going to like this."
"Me too, Max, me too."
A/N: Sorry it took so long, but there was things going on and, well, the poor, innocent story suffered. Trying to end it was difficult because I wasn't sure how to go about it, but I realized that instead of ending it with Margot's party, which would create a need for more to go on, I would end it with them just admitting that they mean something to the other one and the other means something to them. And that's that. :)