Oh, hey guys, guess what? I've written a new story... well a new chapter... but eventually it'll become a story :) Anyways, this is my first time writing for fan fiction and.. well, its not really a fan fiction because it's my own story. But i'd love if you'd read it anyways.

Disclaimer: I don't really have a disclaimer because i own it ALL but if i did own something it would be Jace Wayland [Hey there mortal instruments fans ;)] I'd like to get him alone for a few hours if you know what i mean.
...To talk about the latest episode of criminal minds. GOD people!

Haha enjoy guys :)

Chapter 1

I pushed my way through the people on the crowded bus as they tried to find open seats and empty compartments to shove their carry on items in. I found an empty seat in the back and made my way toward it, throwing the green Habitat for Humanity shirt into my tote. When I first arrived an elderly lady welcomed us and started to hand out tee shirts, stating that they were our "get pumped" tee shirts, our uniforms were going to be handed out when we got there. Great, uniforms. I sighed

I just rolled my eyes before getting onto the bus. I watched as teens greeted their friends with coffee and croissants from the local Starbucks. I had no one to greet. Seven schools from around the area were participating in Habitat for Humanity over spring break and everyone who wanted to join could sign up. I was the only one from my school to sign up and I didn't go to any of the meetings involved in getting to know you're "Habitat Teammates!" It wasn't my thing. I was here for one reason, college applications. Lie. I finally got to my seat and threw my tote into the overhead before sitting down by the window. I placed my headphone buds into my ears and cranked up the volume, mentally preparing myself for the 9 hour drive to Rhode Island. Weren't there people here that needed houses built? After a few minutes I could feel someone staring at me, so I removed a bud from my ear and looked up.

My eyebrows shot up. A tall, lean boy was standing over me smiling. He said something to me which I completely missed. Of course. I was momentarily distracted by his perfect lips. They were plump with a slight pink tint to it. I wanted to grab him and pull his face down into me until we were kissing.

"I'm sorry, can you say that again?" I removed the bud from my ear so I could actually hear what he said this time. He was gorgeous. His light brown hair fell into his eyes and he shook his head, ever so slightly to get it out of the way before answering again revealing a set of deep green eyes. He's going to make me melt.

"I was wondering if I could sit here or if the seat was saved. I really don't want to have to sit up by the director. He can go on and on about the developments and housing projects, blah blah blah, and I really don't want to hear it." He smiled shyly and his cheeks turned pink. "I'm sorry, now I'm rambling." I laughed, and he joined in.

"Uh yea, no problem." I picked my stuff off the extra seat and moved it to the floor by my feet so he could sit.

"Hey, do you want this coffee? My friend was supposed to be coming and he called this morning claiming he was sick," he leaned in closer, "Personally, I just think he wimped out. What a flake." I smiled and nodded, grabbing the coffee from his hand. I took a sip. Mmm mocha. My favorite.

"Thanks, I really needed this." He smiled. I leaned back ready to put my headphones back into my ears when he spoke again. I sighed mentally.

"I'm Logan by the way" Hot name. His hand jutted out so I could shake it.

"Elise." I shook.

"Well, hello Elise." He paused "So I know I'm being kind of nosy, but why aren't you sitting with any of your friends?" His eyebrows scrunched in the middle with concern. He was really cute. His tan skin gave away to defined muscles. Football player, or lacrosse I thought, either way, he's wicked hot. I shrugged.

"Uhm, well my school made it an option, but I guess no one wanted to waste their spring break building homes for people who don't have them. I on the other hand like to help people." I smirked.

"Well, lucky for you, I actually went, to the meet and greets they had-," I opened my mouth shocked. "I didn't see you at any of them so I assumed you never went. And by the look on your face I guessed correctly." He smirked. "Anyways, lucky for you, I know a bunch of people and you can definitely chill with us if you want." I started to shake my head.

"That's really nice of you but no thanks." I placed my head phones back in my ears and turned my head to the window. His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion before he placed his own headphones in his ears. Halfway through Use Somebody by Kings Of Leon, the old lady who handed out the shirts got to the front of the bus and coughed several times to quiet us down. I sighed and took the buds from my ears once again.

"I'd like to thank you all once again for coming and volunteering to help build homes. I know it's spring break and I know you all will be missing out on parties, or whatever you kids do, but I assure you this trip will be very rewarding and you will also be getting a two hundred dollar bonus for your time and services." Kids hooted and hollered until she raised her hands once again, indicating she wasn't finished. "In addition, building starts at seven tomorrow, so make sure you are up and fed. After the week and a half of building we will allow you to have some fun in the town. Thank you again from all of us and the family. Enjoy the ride!" With that she sat down in the seat behind the driver and everyone started to cheer. I just wanted to listen to my music and the nine hour trip from Beckley, West Virginia to Easton, Connecticut. I looked to my left to see Logan staring at me. He smiled; I smiled back and then turned my head forward in case he wanted to talk to me again. He was really cute, and seemed trusting, but it wasn't that easy. I was here for one reason and one reason only. He would just a major distraction that I didn't need right now. And besides, he seemed like the kind of guy that hung out with the socially defined 'popular' crowd. I on the other hand did not. Nor did I mingle with said 'popular' crowd. They got on my nerves. They all dressed perfectly and looked perfect all the time, saying just the perfect things at the perfect moment. They were just so freakin' perfect. And how did they all manage to wear white and never get anything on them! It blew my mind!

Before long I was being shaken lightly. I looked up, shocked that my head was resting on Logan's shoulder. He smiled down at me and waved. I removed my headphones, curious how my head ended up on his shoulder.

"Not that I don't mind a really cute girls head on my shoulder, but, the bus has stopped at Ihop and I'm starving. Would you like to join me?" He stood up grabbing money from his bag and then replacing it in the overhead compartment. I nodded my head. What could it hurt? And besides, I was hungry. I got up and stretched placing my Ipod in my back pocket and checked my phone. Three messages, from my mother no doubt. She was probably worried that the bus has crashed or something since I hadn't called her back. She was very concerned with letting me on this trip. She didn't like having me out of her sight for the night, let alone two weeks. And, to be perfectly honest, I was a bit worried about letting her out of my sight for two weeks. I mentally made a note to call her back before the bus started moving again. Logan waved his arm in front of him indicating I could go first.

When we arrived inside Ihop, it was crowded, stuffed with rowdy teenagers reeling for food, and elderly couples eyeing them hoping they'd calm down before something gets spilled on them. Logan spotted the booth filled with his friends and loped towards them. When he realized I wasn't following him he turned back around, eyebrows raised.

"Are you coming?" Oh. He wanted me to come with him? Huh.

"Oh… uh yea" I laughed nervously. He started to walk again when I caught up to him and placed his firm hand on the small of my back reassuringly.

"Guys, this is Elise, Elise this is Ross," he pointed to a stocky kid with a shock of red hair shaved close to his head, stuffing his face with maple syrup drenched pancakes. He lifted his knife and waved showering his friends with the sticky substance. "This is Jaime" A tall, dark haired boy waved, flashing a brilliant smile.

"Wow Logan, already reeling them in?" He winked. I snorted.

"Actually, I reeled him in, he sat next to me." I smirked and Logan turned deep red. His eyes down.

"Anyways," said Logan, trying to put us back on track. "This is Rebecca and this is Morgan." Two girls wearing floral dresses with their blonde hair, pin straight, looked up and waved half-heartedly. Exactly as I expected them to act. I looked down and mentally kicked myself. I was wearing my black and maroon track shorts, grey tank top, knit boots, and my hair in a messy bun. Compared to them, I looked gross. I thought I would dress comfy because it was a nine hour trip. Oh well, I shrugged and moved to get into the seat next to Logan when a petit girl with highlighted blonde hair scooted in beside him. I stood there awkwardly. Nice. This isn't weird or anything. A girl no one knows standing there watching them eat. Totally normal. Happens every day. I rolled my eyes and turned to leave.

"Actually Em, Elise was going to sit here." He looked past her towards me and motioned for me to sit across from him next to Ross. I hesitated. I could either sit next to the boy who ate like pig during his last meal, or I could go back to the bus and listen to my music. I was leaning toward the latter when my stomach growled. What the hell. I sat down and crossed my legs.

"Emma, this is Elise, Elise this is Emma." She looked away from Logan with a scowl on her face.

"Nice shorts…" Yup, knew I should have worn something else.

"Yea, I meant to ask about that." Jaime looked over at me. "Do you run?" He smiled. I liked him. He was a refreshing change from the spray tanned dolls sitting around me.

"Yea actually. The 800 and the 4 by 8. Why? Do you run?"

"Jaime is the state champ. He's won first for the 3200 and the 4 by 8 two years in a row." Ross said spraying bits of bacon around the table. Jaime smile unabashed by the explanation of his greatness.

"But I knew who you were the second Logan introduced you." Jaime smirked. I smirked back. I knew exactly where this was going. I had won first place in states and third in nationals since I was a freshman. My dad and I used to run together and that's when I fell in love with it.

"Well, that must mean I'm way better then you, because I had no idea who you were." I mocked. He touched his hand to his heart and frowned, jokingly offended. It was easier to deal with people like Jaime who had a big ego and an ever bigger confidence in himself with the ladies. But people like Logan were harder to decipher. I knew what Jaime wanted, a quick hook up and then that's it, but what did Logan want? I looked over at him and saw that Emma was running her perfectly manicured finger up the back of Logan's hand. I turned back to Jaime.

"Ouch, that hurt. But it's true. You won the 800 three years in a row, and came in third at nationals. That's pretty impressive." I smiled.

"That is pretty impressive. Are you amazing at anything else Elise?" I looked up at Emma. Her face was set in a scowl. Permanent facial expression? But Logan was smiling, waiting patiently for an answer.

"Well, you know Emma," Sacrcasm seeping through my voice, "I like to paint, but I wouldn't say I'm amazing." I looked toward Logan "I also play the guitar. I brought it with me." He leaned forward and put his hand on top of mine.

"Well, you'll have to play for me sometime." I blushed. Everyone was staring and Emma was glaring at me with her steel grey eyes.

"I can play an instrument too." She spoke up.

"The triangle doesn't count." Jaime butted in and I snickered.

"I didn't mean the triangle." She shot back "Actually I learned how to play the guitar last year. How long have you been playing Elise?" She said. Her tone implied that she was better than me and she knew it.

"Uh, seven years. My dad taught me." Jaime snorted and Logan fought back a smile.

"Well, I'm a cheerleader. I am thrown 20 feet in the air and caught. No net or anything." She was trying to one up me, but I really didn't care.

"Wow, that's impressive…. I think." I didn't really like her attitude "I've never really been interested in cheerleading. It seems like a clichéd sport that only the pretty, popular, kids do to get with the hot football players." Rebecca and Morgan's heads shot up. Obviously cheerleaders. They scoffed and Emma shook, throwing her napkin down on her plate angrily. Logan laughed.

"Thank you." Emma stared at him incredulously.

"Why?" I asked confused.

"You just called me hot." Oh, he was a football player. That made sense. He was tall, muscular, tan, and really good looking. And from the looks of it he was dating Emma.

"Don't let it get to your head." I winked. That seemed to frustrate Emma more. Good. I didn't like her anyways. She placed her hand on the side of Logan's face and turned it to face towards her.

"Why are you even talking to her? She's such a waste of your time. I mean look at her. She's such a slob. Track shorts and a tank top? We aren't painting a room; we're on a bus to Rhode Island. And besides, you should come sit with me when we get back on the bus. We never got to finish talking." She smiled seductively. I was done. I got up slowly and made my way out of the booth. Emma smiled.

"Actually I'm wearing this because it's a nine hour bus ride. How are your feet doing in those hooker heels?" I raised my eyebrows and Jaime snorted. I could head Logan yelling my name as I walked away.

"…But Elise, we didn't even eat yet!" He yelled from the back of the restaurant.

"It's fine; I have food in my bag." I yelled back as I swung open the glass door and a rush of hot air hit my face. When I was outside, I opened my phone and dialed my mother.

"Oh gosh, sweetie are you okay? I called like eight times." I could hear the panic in her voice.

"Mom you called three times. And I'm fine. I was just sleeping on the bus. How are you? Are you holding up?" I felt bad leaving her alone in the house but I signed up for the trip and paid the money and we couldn't get that money back.

"Yea, hun, I'm fine. Aunt Judy is here with me. We just cooked a bunch of pasta." Uh-Oh. When my mother was stressed out she would cook pasta. Last year when I was in the hospital because of a bad car crash, I came home to find the refrigerator filled with ziti, angel hair, elbow macaroni, every kind of pasta you can imagine. We had to donate it to the soup kitchen because we couldn't eat it all. I vowed to never let her touch a box of pasta again. And I made sure that Aunt Judy knew that.

"That's good mom. Hey, can you put Aunt Judy on the phone please?"

"Oh yea, sure sweetie. One second." I could hear muffled voices and scraping as my mother handed her the phone.

"Hey Elle, what's up babe?" Judy was my favorite aunt, but she could be a bit irresponsible sometimes.

"Hey Judy, uhm, next time would you not let my mother cook pasta. She does that when she's trying to cope and basically it's just a waste of food." She should know better. She lived with her all her life.

"Oh, babe, you should know I know better than that. I only let her cook one box. She kept pulling boxes out of the pantry and I had to keep putting them back." She chuckled like it was a fond memory, not of her sister losing her mind with grief.

"Well that's good." I lowered my voice "How's she been since I left?" Judy's voice got low and serious.

"It was hard at first to get her out of bed. She's still wearing his jacket. I don't know what to do Elle, it's been two months and she hardly leaves her bed. She only moved because I suggested we make pasta." Tears welled up in my eyes. This was hard for her and I knew it, but at some point she was going to have to wake up and realize that he wasn't here anymore. That she needed to take care of herself and me.

"I know Judy. I gotta go." I hung up the phone and placed it back in my pocket. Ever since the "incident" two months ago, my mother has had a hard time getting back to her daily life and coping with reality. It breaks my heart seeing her like that. So ever since then my aunt sold her house and came to live with us and take care of her when I couldn't. There was only so much I could do. I wiped a tear from my cheek and turned back around to find Logan standing behind me. His face fell when he saw the tears in my eyes.

"Oh my god Elise, I'm so sorry," He ran toward me and pulled me into his arms rubbing small circles on my back. It felt good to be held. I snuggled my head into the nape of his neck. Why was he sorry? His voice rumbled in my ear as he spoke again. "I know Emma can be a bit difficult som-," I snorted and he stopped. "What?" His hand loosened a fraction so I could lean back to look at him.

"I wasn't upset because of Emma. Are you joking? She's just trying to make me jealous. I know how I'm dressed. And I think I look normal. This is what I wear around the house during the summer. She was just being rude." He scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion.

"Then why were you crying?" He was confused. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed so I could step away from him. I looked down at the ground and started to walk away. He ran to catch up to me. "Why were you crying?" he asked more forcefully this time. I stopped halfway up bus steps and turned around. I laughed exasperated.

"Didn't my walking away hint that I didn't want to talk about it?" I asked, sarcasm seeping into my tone. He stepped forward, palms raised, like he was trying to coax a scared animal away from a busy road.

"But talking about it might make you feel better." He suggested. I flashed him a bright smile.

"All better see." I pointed to the smile plastered on my face. I turned to go back up the step but remembered something. "Oh, and, in light of sounding like a jealous fan, you can go sit with your girlfriend instead of me. I mean she's right, I'm 'such a waste of your time'" I quoted, mocking her high pitched tone. He frowned at me.

"I'm not going to sit with her. And she's not my girlfriend." He stated. I just shrugged and turned back up toward the steps. I nodded at the bus driver and made my way to the back of the bus, Logan on my heels. "Why won't you tell me why you're upset?" Exasperated I turn around abruptly.

"Because I don't like talking about, and besides, it'll just ruin the ride for you too." I leaned up and pulled my tote from the overhead grabbing two granola bars from my bag, offering one to him. He took it, happily. "Oh and because I barely know you so I don't trust you. That seems like a good enough reason." He smiled.

"I feel like you don't really trust anyone. So no, it's not a good enough reason." I shot him a scathing look. I sat down in my seat and shoved the buds into my ear and cranked up the volume, as to drown out his voice and faced forward. He smirked. He sat down next to me and placed a finger under my chin and pulled my face toward him. He leaned in, removing on bud from my ear and whispered:

"Nice deflecting. But I'm here when you need to talk." He leaned back a little so our lips were only an inch apart. I could smell him, honeysuckle and pine. His lips were plump and I had the urge to lean in and kiss him, see if he tasted as good as he smelled, just like this morning, but before I could he smiled and leaned back. I removed the other bud from my ear and glared at him.

"Do you really want to know why I'm upset?"

"Yes." I sighed inwardly.

"My mom isn't doing so well right now. I'm worried about her. I mean my aunt is with her while I'm away, but no one can really take care of her like I can, you know?" Logan's eyes softened. "No, NO, don't do that. I don't want to hear about how sorry you feel for me. I get enough of that from my own family, my own town! I don't need that from you too." He shocked me by pulling me into a hard hug. He pressed his cheek into my hair and cupped the back of my neck with his hand. I closed my eyes.

"I don't pity you Elise. I understand." He pulled back and blushed, not quite looking at me. "My brother was in a car crash a few years ago and he fell into a coma. It basically killed my mom. She refuses to let him go even though the doctors are telling her the life support is the only thing keeping him alive. It's hard. I get it." He didn't really get it though. I mean sure, his brother is in a coma, and basically dead but he didn't really get what happened to me, what happened to keep me up at night crying into my pillow as to not wake my mom in the next room. I nod my head, pretending like I understood. I just really didn't want to talk about it anymore. "Although," he continued "I sense that you aren't telling me the whole story. But it's fine. I get that you don't want to talk about it." He let go of me and I leaned back smirking. "What?"

"Where was that understanding 10 minutes ago?" He laughed.

"You do feel better though don't you?" I nodded my head. "And even if this isn't about Emma, I know she can be a bitch sometimes and she's a bit hard to deal with, but she has a good heart." I looked at him, shocked.

"Well, I have yet to see it." He smirked as he took a bite of his granola bar.

"You were probably right about the whole jealous thing. I used to date her but we broke up about two weeks ago."

"I can't imagine why." I mumble into my food. He laughed and shoved me playfully.

"She was a very dramatic and jealous person. It was hard to deal with her and her needs all the time. I had virtually no alone time."

"Was very dramatic? Were you not just in there?" He rolled his eyes.

"You know what I mean." He smiled. He looked up as students started to file back onto the bus. Emma scoffed as she passed us to go sit at the back of the bus and Jaime winked at me before he sat down. I placed the buds back into my ears as the bus started moving onto the highway. Everyone fell into a silent slumber for the long trip to Easton. I struggled to find a comfy position to sleep in and just before I gave up Logan tapped me on the shoulder.

"Comfiest spot right here." He tapped his shoulder. "I swear." I smiled shyly and leaned my head on his shoulder, placing the buds back in my ears. His cheek pressed into my hair and I heard his breathing even out as he fell asleep, his arm draped around my shoulder pulling me into him. I snuggled closer, goose bumps growing on my arm as the driver turned the AC up to full blast. I peeked out of the corner of my eye to see Emma glaring at me and Logan. Ha. I fall asleep to the sound of my music whispering words in my ears.

"Stay with me until I fall asleep,
Stay with me.

Kiss it all better,
I'm not ready to go.
It's not your fault love,
You didn't know, you didn't know.

(Kiss it all better.)
Stay with me until I fall asleep,
Stay with me.
Stay with me until i fall asleep,
Stay…"

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Also, if you wanna know, the song at the end of the chapter is called "Kiss it better" by He is We. its a pretty kick ass band if i do say so myself. Check it out you guys... i dare you :)

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