A/N Hola mis amigos! Okay another one by moi. Well this one is about a girl named Alexis and her friends. This takes place with the guys in 8th grade. I'm in 8th grade so I'm using some of the things that have happened to me this school year. So sit back, relax, and enjoy…

Pronunciations-

Ke'ilah=Key•I•lah

Melkam=Mel•kam

Disclaimer: Alexis is my OC and Ke'ilah and Melkam are real people so I guess they belong to themselves. I also own this plot.

Chapter 1

(Winter Break)

*Alexis's POV*

January 2, 2011

-10:43pm-

"Yeah. Okay…Really? Oh my gosh! How?...wow. That's so sweet!...Have you told Ke'ilah yet?...okay. You want me to tell her?...Okay. I'll call you back after…bye." I hang up my phone and then dial Ke'ilah's number. It rings once…twice…three times.

"Hello?" she asks.

"Hey, guess what happened to Melkam." I start.

"She got in a movie?" she asks excitedly.

"What? Hell no. That's your thing."

"Okay. What happened then?" she asks not as excitedly as before.

"You know Kendall Knight?" I ask.

"Yeah, Hockey captain Kendall."

"Yes him. And you know how I gave him Melkam's number before the break without her knowing?"

"Yeah…" she says. She's starting to sound more excited.

"Well he finally fucking called her!"

"Really! What'd he say? What'd he say?" she shouts into the phone. I start jumping up and down in my spot inside my room.

"He…!" I shout without a breath.

"Wait, what?"

"He. Asked. Her. Out! An she said yes!" I squeal while enunciating each word slowly.

"OMG!OMG!OMG!" she shouts. Even though she's not here I can tell she's jumping up and down. "You're fucking kidding me right?" she asks.

"No, I'm not. She just called me and told me. She wants us to help her get ready because she's like freaking out." I say.

"I would be freaking out too, I mean she got asked out by one of the hottest guys in the grade…no in the school!" she says.

"I mean really. Speaking of the hottest guys in school…" I start. She sighs on her end of the line. "…When are you going to ask out Carlitos?" I ask with a smirk.

"Dude, I can't. Do you know how bad I would feel if he said he didn't like Me." she says.

"If you don't ask him you'll never know. You know how he is. He gets all nervous around girls and stuff." I say.

"Whatever." She says. "Hey have you talked to Logan lately?" she asks.

"Uh…yeah earlier today. Why?" I ask.

"No reason." She says with a little lift in her voice.

"Wait, why are asking." I ask a little on defense.

"Just ya know. You guys don't let your obvious attraction get in the way of your friendship." She says.

"We don't like each other like that. We are only friends." I say trying to persuade her.

"No, you and James and Carlos and Kendall are just friends. You and Logan are so in love that you don't even notice it. Have you ever considered trying to see if he likes you more than that?" she asks.

"I don't have to because I know we are only friends." I say.

"Sure." She says sarcastically. "How do you explain that nickname that only he calls you?"

"Friendly nickname." I respond.

"You don't let anyone else call you by that name."

"Yeah well you don't let anyone else call you Bailey. I'm the only one who calls you that." I tell her.

"I hate being called Bailey, you just don't stop saying It." she says curtly. "I have ballet class now. I'll call you later. Kay?"

"Bye." I say. I hang up my cell phone and throw it on my bed. I walk out of my room to the kitchen. I'm Alex by the way. Alexis Zandria Mitchell. I am not related to Logan Mitchell in any way or form to get that out of the way. I'm 13 and I'm in 8th grade. I live here in Minnesota. I'm spending my last week of Winter Break here at home with my mom. My week has mostly been spent with Logan and James because all of my other friends have been busy. These two guys have been my best friends since like 3rd grade. Logan and I started becoming friends because of our last names. We always got paired to work together in class and stuff. After that I became friends with his friends and the same with mine.

I was super bored and I was about to call random people just to ease the boredom. I grab a fiber bar out of the cabinet in the kitchen and head back up stairs to my bedroom. I get there and grab my cell phone. How'd I miss a phone call in 3 minutes? I call the person back and they pick it up on the first ring.

"Hi Zandy!" he says excitedly.

"Someone seems happy. What's up Logan?" I ask him.

"You know how I was begging my dad to let me go to the Wild's hockey game with you guys?" he asks.

"Yeah, you've been bugging him for weeks now." I say while biting at my cuticle.

"Well he finally caved! I can go with you guys next week!" He says excitedly.

"That's great! Now we can all go together. Oh have you heard the news?"

"What happened?"

"Well Kendall asked Melkam out. And they are going on a date tomorrow."

"Wow. That's what he was so happy about."

"I guess so."

"Hey you want to go to the park later?"

"It's like 20 degrees outside dude. You really want to go to the park?"

"Yeah."

"That's not very safe Logan. As a doctor I'd think you'd know that" I tell him. He snorts on his end and then I giggle. "We could watch a movie here instead. I just got In Living Color the 2nd season." I offer.

"Sounds great. What time can I come over?"

"Whenever you feel like it. My mom won't mind." I tell him.

"Okay see you soon." He says. I hang up my phone and put it on my table top. I flip on the T.V and All About the Benjamins is on. I turn up the volume and then went to my closet. I pull on some PJ bottoms and a mismatch long sleeve shirt. I pull my hair up and put my swag glasses on. If you want to know, my swag glasses are some black 3D glasses with the lenses out. I just wear my swag glasses when I feel like it.

"ALEXIS! I need you down here!" My mom yells.

"Coming mommy!" I shout back. I run down the stairs and stop in the living room. My mom stands there with her arms over her chest. "What?" I ask.

"You didn't fix the lawn mower yet." she says.

"Oh yeah, about that. It's not technically broken it just needs a new spark plug." I tell her. "We also need to get some more oil for it. Granddaddy told me how to start it too, so I can start it now."

"Great. Thank you my little boy girl." She says while rubbing my head of hair.

"That makes me sound transgendered mom. I don't like being called a boy girl. How about Rosie?" I ask.

"Rosie?" she asks while sitting down on the couch.

"Yes, like Rosie the Riveter from the World War times." I try to explain.

"Whatever floats your boat sweetie." She says while rolling her eyes. I sigh.

"It's okay if Logan comes over today right?" I ask.

"Sure I don't care. Just make sure you clean up what you mess up. When does school for you start?" she asks while flipping through T.V channels.

"2 days." I reply sadly. It felt like just yesterday the break started. "Today is the 2nd right?" I ask my mom. She looks at her cell phone.

"January 2nd. Yeah. Alex do you mind putting a Corona in the freezer for me?" she asks.

"Rinse it off first?" I ask. She nods her head and I go to the kitchen. I grab a Corona out the refrigerator and rinse it off then put it in the freezer. "I'll be upstairs!" I tell her.

"Clean up your room while you're up there." she tells me.

"Okay." she says. I'm not going to clean my room. It'll just get back messed up so there's no use in cleaning it. I jog back up the stairs to my room. I grab my green iPod and start playing Hey Ya by Outkast.

My baby don't mess around

Because she loves me so

And this I know for shooo…

Uh, but does she really wanna

But can't stand to see me

Walk out the door…

Don't try to fight the feelin'

Cause the thought alone is killing me right now

Uh, thank god for mom and dad

For sticking two together

'Cause we don't know hooowww…

UH!

I start dancing around my room and singing along to the song. The chorus comes up and I break into the hand movements.

Heeeyyy… yaaaaaa

Heeyy… yaaaaaa

Heeeyyy… yaaaaaa

Heeyy… yaaaaaa

Heeeyyy… yaaaaaa

Heeyy… yaaaaaa

Heeeyyy… yaaaaaa

Heeyy… yaaaaaa

I rap with André 3000 and kill it.

You think you've got it

Ohh, you think you've got

But got it just don't get it

Till' there's nothing at

…

We get together

Ohh, we get together

But separate's always better when there's feelings

If what they say is "Nothing is forever"

Then what makes, then what makes, then what makes, then what makes-

I get tapped on my shoulder and trip right over my bed. I land with a thud on my back. I pull out my ear buds and peak over the bed. Logan was standing there with an amused look on his face. I jumped up and brushed myself off. He starts laughing at my disheveled appearance.

"Nice rapping." He says. I scowl at him.

"Shut up ass hole. You don't just barge into a girls room when she's rapping." I tell him.

"As I recall you told me to just come in. And as you can see…" he starts gesturing to himself. "…I did." He says with a smirk. I grab a pillow off my bed and throw it at him, but he catches it mid air.

"Yeah well still." I say. I notice he's in some PJs. A long sleeve black shirt and long plaid pants. "Are you planning to spend the night?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Um, I was hoping I could. My dad's kind of mad at me now." He says sheepishly.

"What did you do?" I ask him.

"I might have called him a dick? But he wasn't supposed to hear it!" he tells me.

"Great job Logie, that was really great." I say sarcastically. "You can stay here though, I don't mind at all." I say. He smiles his handsome smile.

"Yes!" he says triumphantly. I smile and walk over to him. I snatch my pillow out of his hand and throw it back on my bed. I walk to my T.V and put in the In Living Color DVD.

"I'm gonna go pop some popcorn." I tell him.

"I'll help you." He says. I give him a skeptical look.

"Okay then…" I say. We both go to the kitchen and then my mom walks in.

"Hi Mrs. Mitchell." He says and then pauses. "That never stops sounding weird."

"Hey Logan honey." She tilts her head. "Are you spending the night?" she asks.

"If it's okay with you." He says. She looks at me. I throw my hands in the air.

"I just found out." I tell her.

"Okay well I'm fine with it." she says. We both smile as she walks to her room down the hall. I open the top cabinet. The popcorn is too high for me to reach.

"Need me to get it?" he asks.

"Nope. I got this." I tell him. I jump on the counter and then grab the box. I toss it down to Logan and jump down off the counter. "Ta-da!" I say. He rolls his eyes and takes out a bag of butter popcorn. He pushes the button for popcorn and we just wait. He starts shuffling his feet and it looks like he wants to say something. I wonder what on his mind.

"Zandy…" he starts. I look at him expectantly. He sighs and then recloses his mouth as the microwave beeps. Better luck next time. I grab the bag of popcorn out of the microwave and pour it in a bowl on the counter.

"Hot sauce?" I ask him. He shakes his head with a disgusted look. I shrug. "Your loss." I say grabbing the Louisiana hot sauce. Logan grabs the bowl and takes it up stairs with me close behind. I sit down on the floor as he pushes the play button and then sits next to me. We sit in a comfortable silence and watch the movie. Damn it I need I bowl or cup or something. I search around my room until I find a cup on my dresser. Please let it be clean. I get up and look in the cup…it looks like water. I sniff the cup. I look at Logan who's looking at me confused. I smile as I get a thought.

"Hey Logie…can you taste this and see if it's water?" I ask him.

"No!" he exclaims.

"Pretty please." I say with puppy eyes.

"Nope." He says crossing his arms.

"If you don't, I'm emptying the whole bottle of hot sauce in the popcorn." I threaten.

"You wouldn't…" he says. I stand up and eye the bottle.

"Try me." I say with an evil grin. He snatches the cup out of my hand and sniffs it too. "Just lick it already!" I command. He sticks his tongue in the cup and I snicker.

"It's water." he says handing me the cup. I look at the cup once he gives it back to me.

"I don't think I want this anymore." I say putting the cup down. I sit back next to him and grab a handful of popcorn. I pour some hot sauce on the popcorn in my hand. Logan glares at me.

"What?" I ask innocently.

"You made me lick that cup and you didn't even use it! What if it hadn't been water? That could have killed me!" he yells.

"Yes could being the main word. You didn't die though." I say with a smile. I bite the spicy popcorn in my hand. "Yummy." I say.

"You make me sick sometimes, you know that right?" Logan says disgusted.

"Yeah, Yeah!" I say with my mouth fill with popcorn.

"GO TO SLEEP GUYS!" my mom yells from down stairs.

"Yes mother!" I yell back to her in an English accent. I finish the food in my hand and wipe the crumbs off on my pants.

"Sleeping arrangement?" I ask Logan while sitting on my bed.

"You want the bed? Or are you okay with sharing the bed cause truthfully I don't want to sleep on the floor." He tells me.

"I understand that, you can sleep in the bed with me but, you sleep at the bottom." I tell him.

"Fine with me." he says with a smile. I crawl to the top of my bed and hand him a pillow. He gets in the bed and takes the pillow.

"Night Logan." I say snuggling under the covers.

"Night Zandy." He says sleepily. I drift off to sleep after turning off the lamp light.

-Next Morning-

-January 3, 2011-

-9:36am-

I woke up in the morning and yawned. I yawn while sitting up and rub the sleep out of my eyes. I notice I was holding onto something. I don't remember bringing officer cuddles to bed. He's my stuffed animal doggy. Wait, cuddles doesn't have black hair or a...

"Oh shit!" I yell while rolling out of my bed straight to the floor with a loud thump. The landing woke Logan up.

"Wh-what happened?" he asks while rubbing his eyes. Oh my gosh. How would I say that we were pretty much cuddling, and I had my head on his chest without freaking him out?

"Um…I was sleeping next to you." I say. That's the simple way to say it I guess.

"So, what the big deal?" he asks.

"We were like holding each other kind of, like hugging like, and you have a little…um…morning wood thing going on." I say blushing. He lifts up the blanket, goes wide-eyed, and then groans.

"Kill me now." He mumbles. I resist the urge to giggle.

"I'm going down stairs to get a Poptart while you…" I wave my hands in the air. "…fix yourself up." I tell him. I run out of my room and down the stairs. That was awkward as hell. I start giggling about the situation. Logan had a hard on. That's a fisrt. I put 2 chocolate chip Poptarts in the toaster.

I peak in my mom's room and see that she's fast asleep. Thank god. She would ask questions, questions that would involve how I slept, questions that would lead to awkwardness, which would lead to…the talk. I shiver at the thought. I tip toe back into the kitchen and the Poptarts popped. I walk over to them and put them on a plate. I grab the milk and pour two cups. I put them on the bar in the kitchen and I sit down on the stool.

Logan walks into the kitchen awkwardly and sits down next to me.

"So about earlier…" I start. He puts his hand up in a stop motion.

"Please don't mention it. Just…don't." he says while blushing. I scoot the Poptart plate to him.

"You…wanna Poptart?" I ask him. He breaks a piece of and eats it. Next thing I know my mom is stumbling into the kitchen in her blue robe. She yawns and sees us at the bar.

"Morning kids…Alex later on I need you to go get some wood from outside. I need it for the fire" Me and Logan groan. "What's wrong? Maybe Logan will help you go get the wood." Logan groans and I can't stop myself anymore. I burst out laughing and fall out of my chair. I start rofling and crying at the same time. He face palms and my mom shakes her head and goes back in her room.

"Dude!" Logan says to me.

"Sorry…can't help…it." I say while catching my breath. I wipe my eyes and climb onto the stool again. "That was funny. I'm really sorry dude." I tell him. He looks mortified. I put my arm around his shoulder and hug him. "It's okay. It's a natural thing. I don't really know what to say but, yeah." I pull away and stand up. It's my last day of freedom before school starts and I'm going to watch some Power Rangers." I tell him. Yeah S.P.D emergency! I'm a Ranger.

"I still don't feel like going home yet." he says.

"I guess you can stay for a while longer." I tell him. He jumps up and runs back upstairs. Wow, and I'm supposed to be the weird one?

A/N Okay well this story just came up when I thought I lost my flash drive so it's almost the same as the other 8th grade one, but it'll change with time. anyways I'm getting bombarded with ideas and stuff so I've been going back and forth from story to story. I'm going to go insane! Anyway review and let me know if this is one I should keep my attention on and really work on.

~Love,

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