Romeo and Juliet, 80s style. Logan Taylor III is your everyday rich kid
tired of being waited on, and longs for the attention of Alex Bowen, a
rocker w/ attitude, who secretly wishes for the pretty boy, but won't let
her or her band mates believe it.
Somewhere close a phone was ringing, or could that be his ears? Cutter sat up straight, and he stretched his jaw. He reaches over to the bedside table and opened the first drawer. Pulling out an eye drop bottle, he put two drops in each eyes and blinked rapidly. Cutter looked around for the phone, but it was too late, it had stopped ringing. He lied back down onto his king sized waterbed, and put his arms around the girl who was laying there with him. Cutter couldn't remember who it was at that moment, but he thought about it for another minute and remembered it was Valerie. He smelled her hair discreetly, trying to maybe make a memory. It smelled like a bunch of hair products. Not very attracting to Cutter.
The phone began to ring again, this time he was ready for it. "Hello?" Cutter said, sounding both irritated and groggy. "Cutter, dude, I thought you DIED!? Why haven't you been picking up the phone? Man, last night was crazy. You and Valerie were both way out of it." Said the voice on the other line. Cutter took a deep breath, and sighed it out before talking again. "Man, I have the worst headache. Thanks for taking us back to your place to crash...and do...whatever else it was we did." There was a short laugh on the other line. "No problem, me casa y su casa. You know what to do with those sheets. Just come down to the pool when your guys get up." "Yeah, thanks Logan. Later" He said, the phone half way back to the receiver. He ended the call and again turned to Valerie, but she was sitting up directly.
She smiled, and Cutter noted in his mind how unattractive she was in the morning, but he smiled back. She got out of the bed and walked over to the dresser in only a pink thong w/ stars. Valerie and Cutter both had clothes at Logan's house because they spent so many crazy night there after partying. She got completely nude and put on her bathing suit. Cutter couldn't help but watch, but she caught him staring and turned away. I don't get girls, Cutter thought, I just saw her naked. But he tossed that out of his mind and went to the bathroom. His headache was killing him. Outside of the bathroom Valerie was putting on her make-up and fixing her hair. God, I can't believe we did this again. Logan is so sweet to let us stay here almost every weekend, and every party in between. She laughed to herself. She got up and left the room with her new face and went down to the pool.
Cutter eventually showed up to the pool as well. He saw that Valerie had painted herself once more and now looked radient. Logan was already doing laps and Valerie watched with giddiness. O Gosh there she goes again, fawning over him, Cutter thought. But this was no matter to him. Logan was his best friend and he knew that Logan wasn't into Valerie. Logan wasn't even really into anyone, except that one. Logan drank occasionally, but never got drunk...he was the designanted driver. Never popped a pill or snuffed, or smoked. But that was Logan. The perfect guy for any girl and yet he only had his eye on one girl. What a weird guy, to love who he loves. To each their own, I suppose..
Cutter jumped into the pool and grabbed Valerie, who lost her balance and jumped in. Forgetting Logan she began to kiss on Cutter once more. His lean body and sensual kiss made her forget most things about her surroundings. Logan just watched for a while and dreamed about the girl who his heart did lay with. I wish Alex were here. Logan thought. Logan often thought of Alex. He thought of Alex when he heard rock music. He thought of Alex when his hair would blown in the wind. He thought of Alex when he would lay in his bed at night, and had that secret picture of her under his pillow. Only him and Cutter know of his obsession with Alex Bowden... a potential rock star, she was. To Logan she was the definition of beauty. She was a free-spirit, an awesome singer and guitar player. She was everything he could possibly want in any girl. She was so far out of his league, it wasn't even funny.
Somewhere close a phone was ringing, or could that be his ears? Cutter sat up straight, and he stretched his jaw. He reaches over to the bedside table and opened the first drawer. Pulling out an eye drop bottle, he put two drops in each eyes and blinked rapidly. Cutter looked around for the phone, but it was too late, it had stopped ringing. He lied back down onto his king sized waterbed, and put his arms around the girl who was laying there with him. Cutter couldn't remember who it was at that moment, but he thought about it for another minute and remembered it was Valerie. He smelled her hair discreetly, trying to maybe make a memory. It smelled like a bunch of hair products. Not very attracting to Cutter.
The phone began to ring again, this time he was ready for it. "Hello?" Cutter said, sounding both irritated and groggy. "Cutter, dude, I thought you DIED!? Why haven't you been picking up the phone? Man, last night was crazy. You and Valerie were both way out of it." Said the voice on the other line. Cutter took a deep breath, and sighed it out before talking again. "Man, I have the worst headache. Thanks for taking us back to your place to crash...and do...whatever else it was we did." There was a short laugh on the other line. "No problem, me casa y su casa. You know what to do with those sheets. Just come down to the pool when your guys get up." "Yeah, thanks Logan. Later" He said, the phone half way back to the receiver. He ended the call and again turned to Valerie, but she was sitting up directly.
She smiled, and Cutter noted in his mind how unattractive she was in the morning, but he smiled back. She got out of the bed and walked over to the dresser in only a pink thong w/ stars. Valerie and Cutter both had clothes at Logan's house because they spent so many crazy night there after partying. She got completely nude and put on her bathing suit. Cutter couldn't help but watch, but she caught him staring and turned away. I don't get girls, Cutter thought, I just saw her naked. But he tossed that out of his mind and went to the bathroom. His headache was killing him. Outside of the bathroom Valerie was putting on her make-up and fixing her hair. God, I can't believe we did this again. Logan is so sweet to let us stay here almost every weekend, and every party in between. She laughed to herself. She got up and left the room with her new face and went down to the pool.
Cutter eventually showed up to the pool as well. He saw that Valerie had painted herself once more and now looked radient. Logan was already doing laps and Valerie watched with giddiness. O Gosh there she goes again, fawning over him, Cutter thought. But this was no matter to him. Logan was his best friend and he knew that Logan wasn't into Valerie. Logan wasn't even really into anyone, except that one. Logan drank occasionally, but never got drunk...he was the designanted driver. Never popped a pill or snuffed, or smoked. But that was Logan. The perfect guy for any girl and yet he only had his eye on one girl. What a weird guy, to love who he loves. To each their own, I suppose..
Cutter jumped into the pool and grabbed Valerie, who lost her balance and jumped in. Forgetting Logan she began to kiss on Cutter once more. His lean body and sensual kiss made her forget most things about her surroundings. Logan just watched for a while and dreamed about the girl who his heart did lay with. I wish Alex were here. Logan thought. Logan often thought of Alex. He thought of Alex when he heard rock music. He thought of Alex when his hair would blown in the wind. He thought of Alex when he would lay in his bed at night, and had that secret picture of her under his pillow. Only him and Cutter know of his obsession with Alex Bowden... a potential rock star, she was. To Logan she was the definition of beauty. She was a free-spirit, an awesome singer and guitar player. She was everything he could possibly want in any girl. She was so far out of his league, it wasn't even funny.