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Chapter 3

"Nobody listens to this kinda stuff anymore, Logan." Max said as she gestured towards the radio. She heard Logan sigh, not the first time that night. Granted, she was being difficult, but it wasn't really her fault of the soft tinkling piano notes coming out of the speakers bored her to death.

"What do you want to listen to then?" He asked, handing her a CD case from under his seat. Max pushed it away, knowing he only owned classical CDs and right now, she needed something more than the slow, moody pieces he had in there.

"Just turn the radio back on. I was really enjoying myself before you decided I needed a dose of Mozart."

Logan gave in and pushed the button. He was immediately rewarded with loud head thumping music blaring through his speakers. He cringed and hastily turned the volume down. Max, however, really seemed to be enjoying herself, as she started bopping her head to the music.

Logan watched her in the corner of his eye amusedly. It was refreshing to see this side of Max, without the tough, punk ass attitude she usually sported. And then as he noticed the lyrics Max had been humming along to, his face contorted in disgust.

"Who in the right mind sings about 'milkshake bringing the boys to the yard' Max?" He asked her, appalled at the nature of the song. Max laughed, and shook her head.

"It's just a song, Logan. Doesn't need to have a meaning." She said and continued to hum. "Besides it's a whole lot better than the collection of CDs you have that you keep insisting on playing."

Logan feigned a hurt expression as he raised a hand to his heart. "I believe I have a pretty decent collection of CDs, thank you very much. And, at least the songs are not about milkshake, or any sort of sweet food products." He stated, beginning to enjoy their playful banter.

"Logan, the songs on your CDs don't even have words." Max deadpanned.

Logan fixed her a glare as he realized she was right. She grinned at him victoriously, knowing she had out-bantered him. They fell silent and as Logan pulled to a stop at a sector check, they realized they were falling into the staring match that seemed to be occurring very frequently lately.

He grinned back, not breaking the eye contact, ignoring the fact that his hand had left the steering wheel and was on its way to meet hers between them.

Max chickened out.

She broke the eye contact and pointed to the front. "We're almost there." Her voice came out hoarse and scratchy as she tried to forget the intensity of his look. Logan flashed her another breath taking smile, knowing full well that it was him who had affected her this way. He turned back to the road and wound down the windows as the sector cops demanded for their papers.

Now see what you've done. He's not looking at you anymore.

I don't want him to look at me.

Yeah, right.

Shut up.

You're in denial.

I told you to shut up.

Max groaned inwardly as she tried to shut her inner voices up. Logan eyed her curiously and then switched his attention back to the sector cops when he was sure Max was fine. Max toyed with the radio for a while and gave up, finally turning it off when Logan resumed driving.

"No more milkshakes?" He asked playfully.

"No. Some rich girl song was on. I don't like rich girls." She replied.

"Then we might have a problem at tonight's party." Logan said. Max rolled her eyes. "I told you before, I could fit in with them as if I was born and bred into high class society. You don't have to worry about me."

"Who said it was you I was worried about?"

Max narrowed her eyes at him and suddenly pinched his thigh. Logan yelped and massaged the hurt area, a look of pure confusion marring his features as he glared at Max. Max stuck her tongue out at him, openly enjoying his discomfort.

"Just making sure you really have your legs back." She said nonchalantly, and then bursting out in a fit of laughter as Logan continued rubbing his thigh. He continued watching her out of the corner of his eye, making sure she didn't feel like pinching him again. Max was quiet for a while, busying herself watching the night surroundings flashing past them in a blur.

"What's she like?" She asked suddenly.

"Who?"

"Your Aunt Margaret. If Bling was anything to go by, I'd guess she's much worse than Margo and Jonas put together. Is she?"

Logan drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, contemplating his answer. He half turned towards her, one eye still on the road and the other studying Max's curious expression.

"It's not really my aunt you should be concerned with, in my opinion. It's her husband." Logan stated simply.

"Why?"

"He…lets just say he hasn't really evolved yet."

Max peered questioningly at him, her interest immediately peaking at the tone of disgust in Logan's voice. "He a playa playa?"

"You could say that. I was there when they got married, a few years ago. I swear he went through the whole thing drunk. He was groping every woman in the room, and the worse thing about it was-"

"Your aunt didn't know." Max finished for him, immediately feeling bad for bringing the topic up. Logan sighed and nodded.

"I didn't get it. How she could've not noticed it, everyone else there saw it, but were too polite to comment. I guess…it was just formality you know, everyone expected her to re-marry and she went and did just that. I don't think they were even in love."

Max shook her head in confusion. "She married because everyone wanted her to get married?"

God, these people still exist in this day and age? And I thought I was screwed up…

"I guess. That's the way it is living in this kind of environment, the strain of public opinion gets to you sometimes." Logan said to her.

"I'm thinking that's why you hauled your ass away from the all fame and fortune?" Max teased, shooting him an amused smile. Logan nodded and the corners of his mouth lifted into a small smile.

"One of the reasons, yeah."

"Yeah? So, when are you gonna tell me the other reasons you ditched your good life in exchange for being the great, sometimes stubborn Eyes Only?"

Logan turned to her for a brief moment, as if contemplating his answer and then replied softly.

"Probably about the same time you tell me the reason why you stuck around after I got shot."

The few seconds that passed after Logan finished speaking passed by in total silence. Logan, fearing that he had crossed the line with his last answer and Max, lost in the thoughts that had flooded her head the moment Logan spoke.

Logan took in a deep breath and glanced at Max, noticing her lost expression staring out the window.

"Forget it." He said, earning a confused look from Max and then a soft squeeze on his shoulder as Max reached towards him.

"Not a chance…My memory rocks, remember?" Max bit her lip, unsure how to continue. "I can't answer you…"

"It's okay."

"No, I mean, you've been…good to me, honest and stuff. And I want to answer you, I just don't know the answer myself." Max said. "But once I get it, I promise, I'll tell you, okay?"

Logan smiled at her, a full blown smile, his previous fear of having crossed the line now all gone. Max shot him a toothy grin and returned to looking out the car window.

They didn't speak for the rest of the journey, both of them content with how they left things. It seemed as though their friendship had reached a new level, the walls previously built around them slowly beginning to crumble away bit by bit. And neither one seemed to be bothered by it at all.

"We're here."

Logan slowed the car down as it entered a large driveway. Max pulled down the mirror and checked her hair, making sure it was still in place and immediately cringed inside as she realized how girly that particular act was. Her door was opened by a doorman and she stepped out, staring in awe at the sight before her. Everything was shining and glittering, so brilliantly gold in color. There were steps leading into the house, an arch so high she had to strain her neck to see the top of it, and everything was so…

"Pretty…"

"It is, isn't it?"

Max turned to Logan, not realizing he had made his way to her side. Logan was watching her and she felt a blush creeping up her face. It wasn't like her to be so girly, and in public too. She flashed him a smile and held out her hand for him.

Logan took her hand gladly and entered the mansion. All eyes were on them and they could hear the hushed whispers between the guests as they realized this was the nephew, supposedly confined to a wheelchair.

Max grinned as she overheard the bewilderment and confusion of the guests. The hallway seemed to be endless, with people all around leaning against the walls. She could feel Logan tense up beside her as he caught a few words being exchanged by the guests. She squeezed his hands reassuringly and he smiled down at her.

"Logan!"

They whirled around at the sound of the voice. Max felt Logan stiffen beside her and knew at once who this man was. Max could smell the bourbon on his breath and the way he slurred when he had called Logan confirmed her suspicions.

"Nicholas." Logan held out his hand to him, only to be brushed off as Nicholas caught sight of Max. She forced a smile onto her face as he grinned at her, nearly gagging on the overwhelming smell of alcohol.

"Another year, another beautiful woman. Logan is a lucky, lucky man. I don't think we've met?" He made an attempt to strike up a conversation.

"Max a friend of mine, Nicholas." Logan stated as he casually draped an arm over Max's shoulder. She was stunned for a moment at the gesture and then realized it was probably Logan's way to say 'back off'. Nicholas glanced at Logan, and then turned back to Max.

"The real party is inside, doll. You are here to party, aren't you?" He slurred, pointing towards a door at the end of the hallway. Max nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Let Logan do all the communicating. He seemed to be more in control than she was at the moment. Max already wanted to kill the guy.

Nicholas winked at her and slouched off. Logan let out a loud, relieved sigh.

"My uncle."

"Yeah, I guessed. He was kinda ignoring you." Max said, turning to Logan as his arm slid off her shoulder. Logan nodded ruefully.

"Yeah, well, he had more interesting things to focus on. Couldn't you tell?"

Logan cleverly avoided Max as she tried to hit him on his arm and chuckled at her slightly miffed expression. "You're cute when you angry." He teased her.

"You wanna see how cute I am when I'm kicking someone's ass?" Max shot back, fixing Logan with a harsh glare.

"No, not at the moment." Logan replied and held out his hand to her again. Max took it grudgingly but her expression softened once their hands made contact. She looked up at him, wondering if he too felt the sudden warmth and comfort as they both held hands.

She immediately banished that thought from her head as she noticed how cheesy it was.

This is all OC's fault. Damned chick flicks…

"Ready to party?" Logan asked her as they neared the golden double doors at the end of the hallway.

"I'm always ready." Was her reply and they both pushed the doors open.

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