AN: So here's chapter 2. Hope you like it. R&R please.

Wait for the boy

...who gives you one of his shirts to sleep in & who lets you play with his hair

"Okay, Dana, here is the first one. Wait for the boy who gives you one of his shirts to sleep in. Does that ring a bell?" I smiled slightly. "Yes."

I was lying on the beach, my bare feet playing with the soft sand and my head on his chest. The sky over us was dark and yet the full moon caused enough light for us to see just enough. I was lying on his chest, my feet hidden under the white sand and felt like everything was perfect. "Day?" At the sound of his nickname for me, I turned slightly to look him in the eyes. "Yeah?" "Wanna go inside? It's getting late, don't you think?" Logan asked. I smiled and nodded before getting up and pulling him up from the sand. He laughed slightly. "You know, I should be the one to help you up and not the other way round." I laughed while shrugging. "Well, we're just not like anybody else." "You wanna go first, so you can change?" Logan suggested while holding the tent open for me. Shortly later I had put on my sweatpants I was sleeping in and stepped outside again. "Now you?" He looked at me. "Why are you wearing the same shirt? I thought girls wear special pyjama shirts?" I was glad the night was dark enough to hide my blush, when I answered. "Yes, I kinda forgot it." Logan laughed again and went inside, but I still heard his voice. "Give ma a second, I guess I know a solution for this problem. Seconds later he appeared again. He wore his trousers, but his chest was bare and he was holding a shirt in my direction. "No. I can't take this. You'll have nothing to wear. I'll sleep in the shirt I wore today." I quickly said, as I realized what he was planning. "Day, stop talking and take the shirt. That way you'll have an excuse to look at my abs and you know you want it." He teased. "You wish. I answered, but took the shirt nevertheless.

I pulled it over my head and breathed (AN: I really don't know if this is the correct verb form… I mean the past of to breathe… Is it wrong? Tell me in a review) in his scent that was clear on the shirt. Smiling I lay down onto the air bed and called out for Logan to come in. He lay down beside me and pushed himself up on his elbow, so he was looking at me. I turned to face him and noticed the smirk that had appeared on his features. "Why are you smirking?" "Have you any idea how sexy you look in my clothes?" he asked. I blushed. "I'll wash it tomorrow and then you can have it back." I told him. "Keep it." He answered. "You can have as many of my shirts as you wish, but promise me to wear them to bed." "Why should I wear them in bed?" I asked puzzled. Logan lay down and pulled my head up on his chest, before leaning down. And then, with a velvety voice he whispered into my ear. "I want to make sure you are dreaming of me."

"Oh my god!" Lia squealed. "I can't believe daddy was so romantic and cute." I smiled at my daughter and then looked at Nicole again. "Next one?" I asked. She nodded. "Yes. Wait for the boy who lets you play with his hair."

"That boy is obsessed with his hair!" Chase called out. He was sitting at lunch with his friends and complaining about his roommate's obsession with his hair. "He's kinda right." Michael agreed. "This morning he spent 45 minutes in front of the mirror, placing each streak on its place. And then I allowed myself to hit him on the head when he was being stupid. Logan almost killed me for messing up his "perfect" hair." The three girls in front of them laughed and Hispanic-looking one motioned over towards the cafeteria. "There he comes. Let me show you how its done."
"Hey, handsome." She smiled as Logan sat down next to her. "Hello, beautiful." He answered before leaning down and kissing her. Dana scooted over on his lap and he placed his arms around her to keep her from falling off. Logan started talking to his roommates and his girlfriend relaxed on his lap, before she started ruffling through his hair and playing with his curls. He didn't mind and kept on talking, but soon was interrupted by Michael. "You almost ripped off my head when I "messed up" your hair this morning and now you let her do this?" he asked. Logan nodded and kissed Dana once again, before answering Michael. "She's allowed to touch my hair, she's the girl I love."