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Chapter 2: Of Pacifiers and Palmwoods
"Ugh! Logan what the f-..." Aria cut her sentence off looking at the baby in her arms.
"Kendall," She smiled sweetly.
"Would you mind holding Aaron for a few minutes?"
Kendall looked like he knew this chick was gonna curse my sorry ass out, but didn't really care. After a few seconds he shrugged nonchalantly.
"Sure."
Dammit Kendall! Do you really hate me that much? The boys that were practically my brothers sold me to death and the devil for no reason! Aria forced a smile, handed the baby to Kendall, and walked out of the room. I followed behind like a puppy with it's tale between it's legs. She led me to a dessert break room and turned to me with fury in her eyes.
"Logan si Mitchell ... bastardo! " Is the first thing she screamed at me.
"Come ti permetti! Voi rompere con me, lasciami con nient'altro che i nostri bambini, e l'unica cosa che hai da dire per me è ... ciao? " I'm suddenly regretting taking her to Italy for that month.
"Sei un idiota! Cosa c'è di sbagliato con te? Sai una cosa?, Non hanno nemmeno rispondere a questa domanda si twit senza cervello! " Wow... I'm hurt... but she did look really hot all mad at me. I took a few minutes to check her out.
She was wearing designer jeans that acted as a second skin to her toned legs. A loose fitting green tunic that went down mid-thigh. That's the farthest I got until she raised her hand, ready to smack the shit out of me. Come on! What guy doesn't check out there insanely hot ex-girlfriend.
"Logan... What the hell? What the fuckin' hell?" She mumbles. I see why she didn't want the babies in the room.
"Aria," I start. In my mind my voice was strong and confident. I was macho! In my mind I'm also an extreme body-builder with Aria practically throwing herself at me drooling over my... I'm not going to even go there right now. In reality my voice was extremely small, weak, and almost inaudible.
"I know what I did all that while ago was wrong and that I am a complete idiotic-mental-fool, but Ri I'm so, so, so sorry... for what I did." I finished.
I looked her in the eye and she smiled. I start to smile back before I realize something. I knew that smile. It was the same one she had given me right before the elevator doors closed the day we broke up. That was the smile that said, 'I hate you bitch now go to hell before I take you there.' She continued to give me that smile until,
"Ahh!" I hollered.
This crazy bitch just kicked me straight in my ever lovin' balls. She turned and walked out of the room her gray, stiletto heeled, booties clacking loudly against the floor. I need to take a few minutes to get myself together. I roll on the ground for a few minutes cupping my crotch.
How can someone that small pack that big of a wallop? She's like, three friggin' feet, and that's with the shoes. She stalked back into the room and pulled me into a sitting position by my hair.
"Naghh!"
"Oh and Logan. Don't you ever, ever, ever call me Ri again!" She dropped me and sashayed out of the room again. I wonder if Gustavo would be okay with me getting a restraining order against her.
~``~``TIME LAPSE CAUSE I CAN! ~``~``
Aria's POV:
Seriously!? He was back. Of all people to share a record label with it's him. I would rather share a label with Rebbeca Black! The father of my babies, the ruler of my fantasy's, the love of my life. Him. The boy that I hated, but loved. The guy that made me want to rip my own head off. My stupid, meathead ex-boyfriend. Logan. As much as I hated to admit it he wasn't looking too bad.
He had cut the mop that he used to call hair into a more mature style. The back was trimmed down and the front flipped up in a sort of Johnny Bravo style. It was sexy none the less. I'd be lying if I said his buff arms and tight jeans didn't get me at least a little more than kind of wet. He had been wearing black jeans. Tight black jeans. His chest and arms had been practically ripping through the flimsy material of his sky blue button up. The shirt had stopped right under his elbow showing off the hot tan that he had acquired.
I am so pathetic. I cannot be thinking about how sexy I think Logan is. I simply cannot do it. He is bad news and totally not my property. His combat boots squeaked slightly against the hardwood floors as he followed me back to Gustavo's office. As we enter I plaster a smile on my face, taking my baby from Kendall.
"Thank you." I smile. He gives me that smirk that seems to be sewn onto his face.
I look down at the cherubic face of my little boy. He reminds me so much of him. Of Logan. The handsome half-smile. The soft brown hair. Even the little dimples. I can't let them know. Arianna and Aaron cannot find out. That Logan is there papa. I have told them every night right before they fall asleep one amazing quality about there papa. He's generous. He's kind. He's loving. He caring. He's sweet. Every night I have told them the same words,
"Even though he's not here, Papa loves you very much and so does Mama."
And every night I have prayed that it was true. I've lost confidence in that now. He's still the same jerk he was when he left. He doesn't care about me. Or our bambini. Our children.
"Okay!" Gustavo calls.
"Kitten, Have you rehearsed the song I gave you and are you ready to sing it?!" He screamed. I looked around the room for a minute trying to figure out who the hell Kitten was until I saw that everyone was staring at me.
"Oh me." I laugh retardedly. I clear my throat as everyone starts to laugh at my slow process of elimination.
"Um... yes I have practiced it and I'm ready to record." I say.
"Let's make some magic." He smiles doing jazz hands in front of his face.
"Can I hold him? Can I hold him? Can I hold him? Can I hold him?" Carlos asks. I stand handing Carlos the baby as he cheers.
I put the headphones over my ears looking down at the lyrics on front of me. I give Gustavo the thumbs up and he begin playing the track.
Summer after high school when we first met
We make out in your Mustang to Radiohead
And on my 18th Birthday
We got matching tattoos
I wanted to cry. Had Gustavo found the diary that I had kept since I was twelve and put it in a song?
Used to steal your parents' liquor
And climb to the roof
Talk about our future
Like we had a clue
Never planned that one day
I'd be losing you
Logan and I had done this once. Stole his parents Jack Daniel and climbed on top of his roof. That was the first time we had gotten drunk together.
In another life
I would be your girl
We'd keep all our promises
Be us against the world
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
I wish that this could happen for me.
I was June and you were my Johnny Cash
Never one without the other we made a pact
Sometimes when I miss you
I put those records on (Whoa)
Someone said you had your tattoo removed
Saw you downtown singing the Blues
It's time to face the music
I'm no longer your muse
I had been visiting my friend Andrea here in LA and we had been walking down the street. I had finally gotten over Logan and was starting to enjoy myself. I had looked across the street and had saw Logan and the other boys walking down the street singing some random bluesy song. I had look at his bare bicep half expecting to see the tattoo of my name and the word 'forever' there and saw but creamy tanned skin.
But in another life
I would be your girl
We'd keep all our promises
Be us against the world
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
The o-o-o-o-o-one [x3]
The one that got away
All this money can't buy me a time machine (Nooooo)
Can't replace you with a million rings (Nooooo)
I should've told you what you meant to me (Whoa)
'Cause now I pay the price
In another life
I would be your girl
We'd keep all our promises
Be us against the world
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
The o-o-o-o-o-one [x3]
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
I back away from the microphone and nod my head.
"Good." Gustavo mumbled into the intercom thing. I take the headphones off and walk out the booth. My green eyes slowly met Logan's chocolate ones. I quickly look away.
"Is that all Gustavo?" I ask.
"Yes you may retire back to the Palmwoods." Logan's eyes must have quadrupled in size.
"The- The Palmwoods?"
"DID I STUTTER MONKEY DOG!?"
"Well," Kelly cut in,
"I'm just going to take the boys and Aria back to the Palmwoods now." Wait the boys live there too?
I must have been thinking aloud cause Kelly turned to me, smiled and nodded. Logan gave me that stupid shit-eating smirk.
"Oh you mother...hover!" I squeak out in frustration. The guys laugh and file out after Kelly to the Palmwoods. Or should I say the house of doom. Okay maybe I'm over-exaggerating but I really don't wanna live in the same apartment building as Logan.
This is not gonna be fun.
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