Chapter 2
Diana's POV:
As soon as I got home, I got out of my car and went straight around my three story house and went through the back door, since Linda was gone and I only had a key to that one. When I got inside I went upstairs to the third floor. My house is in sections by floor.
The first floor is where the kitchen, laundry room, living room, and one bathroom are. On the second floor is the bedrooms and two more bathrooms, one for me and one for Linda and my dad. I am the only one that uses the third floor, it is all one huge training room, one half is workout equipment and the other is my mini dojo.
When I was younger we had the third floor redone and I had private classes there. After my mom died, we canceled my private teachings and I finished in a public class and got my black belt. I then quit that class and just started practicing there in 'Diana's Place', that's what we call my floor.
Once I got upstairs I went inside and locked the door. I went over and started on the workout equipment to do a warm-up and soon I was on the mat practicing my karate. When I was done I went back downstairs, changed and got a drink of water. When I sat on the couch, I looked at my keys on the coffee table and saw the paper Logan gave me. I reached over, opened it, and saw a phone number. Pulling out my phone, I smiled. I dialed the number and after 2 rings I heard his voice through the phone, "Hello?"
"Hey!" I said cheerfully glad it was really him.
"Diana? Is that you?" he said lazily, I could tell he was tired.
"Yes it is pancake. How is your back feeling?" I asked smirking
I heard his voice immediately perk up, "Oh it's doing just fine anti-social friendless girl." He said jokingly, "So what you up to?"
Just then Linda came through the front door, "Who are you on the phone with?" she asked, gosh I hate when she does that!
"Doesn't matter," I said getting up, "I'm going to my room."
As I walked to my room Logan asked who that was, "My step-mother, Linda," I said using my tone to show how much I don't like her. "She is so nosey, sorry about her." I said apologizing on Linda's part.
Logan's POV:
I had just lain down to go to sleep when I heard my phone start ringing. "Oh crap. Please don't be the director, I'm not going back." I mumbled unplugging my phone. "Hello?" I answered.
"Hey!" I heard a cheerful voice through the phone.
"Diana? Is that you?" I asked in my sleepy voice
"Yes it is pancake. How's your back feeling?" she asked. I chuckled quietly feeling a little more awake just talking to her.
"Oh it's doing just fine anti-social friendless girl." I said, still smiling. "So what you up to?"
I heard someone walk through a door on her side of the phone. I heard her say something, but couldn't make out exactly what.
I was curious why she sounded annoyed. Even though I couldn't tell what she said, I could tell she was by her tone. "Who just walked in?"
"My step-mother, Linda, she is so nosey. Sorry about her." she said apologizing for Linda.
"That's fine, no need to apologize for that," I said trying to stifle my excitement, I was so happy she actually called. "So anyway, I wanted to ask you. Would you like to come to the shoot with me tomorrow? You could see how we make the movies, and maybe make sure we are doing it right and…" I realized I should probably shut up, "sorry. I'm rambling." I heard her start laughing into the phone. She has one of those cute laughs that never get annoying.
Diana's POV:
"So anyway, I wanted to ask you. Would you like to come to the shoot with me tomorrow? You could see how we make the movies, and maybe make sure we are doing it right and…" he paused and took in a breath. "Sorry. I'm rambling." I couldn't help but laugh at his nervousness. I took a minute to think about it, and then remembered what happened the last time I was near the director.
"Ummmmm.., don't you remember what happened last time I was on set? I don't think it's such a good idea I come back."
"What happened last time is exactly why I want you to come back. You showed how much you know. You would be perfect to help us out!" he exclaimed.
"Well… Ok I'll go but you have to pick me up. I'm out of money for gas. Oh, and if the director makes me mad promise to hold me back so I don't kill him."
He immediately said "Ok! I'll pick you up at 11 in the morning; we are having a later start tomorrow. What's your address?" After I told him where I lived, he wrote it down, and we hung up the phone. When the screen flashed call ended, I locked my phone and sighed. I got up and went to my room. I then took a shower, put on a tank top and shorts, brushed my teeth, and put my hair in a ponytail. Within 10 minutes I had already hopped into my bed and was pulling out my Titan's Curse book. After about 30 minutes of reading I fell asleep with my book still in hand.
I was running through a forest with a sword in hand. I kept glancing back; I couldn't see anything but I knew it was there. I was being chased by a monster. I ran and ran, noticing I kept blinking. All of a sudden I wasn't seeing everything the same; I was seeing everything like I was outside my own body. I watched myself as I kept running; I then saw what was chasing me, a large bull-like beast. A Minotaur! I looked at myself again, straight in the eyes, I blinked once again and my eyes were grey, a steel grey, like Athena's.
My eyes opened wide and I sat up, looking at the clock, 10:55. "Crap! Logan is going to be here in 5 minutes!" I flew out of bed, into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and then into the closet. "What to wear. What to wear." I mumbled looking for something cute to wear. Then I remembered I never really cared what I looked like so all I had were tank tops, t-shirts, shorts, sweatpants, and jeans. I groaned and grabbed a slightly tight Aeropostale shirt Linda gave me for my birthday in an attempt to make me care and a pair of faded blue jean shorts with frayed ends. I looked in the mirror and realized it was cute but I never cared enough before to notice. I heard a knock on the door, and realized Linda was answering it. Yes that'll give me time; she'll ask him a bunch of stupid questions!
I was just debating whether or not I should ask Logan wait while I straighten my hair for the first time in two years, when I heard Logan and Linda laugh and then footsteps on the stairs. Thinking it was Linda I said "hey do you have any eyeliner?"
"I sure hope not! If I do people might question my manliness." I heard his voice as he chuckled quietly. Crap! I thought.
"Oh don't worry, that already happens." I said laughing and he put a fake worried look on his face, which only made me laugh harder.
"Well, if that's the case then I guess I have nothing to lose." I looked at him puzzled, "Linda, do you have any eyeliner I could have?"
"Yeah… sure why?" she asked and I could tell by her voice she was confused. We both burst out laughing at her.
"Never mind," he yelled, "I was just kidding!"
We heard her sigh with relief, "Oh good. I was about to start asking questions!"
We smiled and he asked me if I was ready and I decided I would leave my hair with its natural loose curls. "Yeah sure." I said smiling. "But first since you may not be very manly, maybe you can tell me," I paused.
"What?" He asked hesitantly
"How do I loooook?" I asked like a girl who actually cares, and it was really easy because for once, I actually did. I wasn't going to let him know that, so I made sure that I sounded sarcastic.
Logan's POV:
"How do I loooook?" she asked, and so many things went through my mind that made me question my feelings. Beautiful, gorgeous, amazing, perfect. Before I thought it through I was already answering her, hoping it wasn't a huge mistake.
"Stunning." I answered nervously, immediately thinking Oh crap what did I just do! I hope this doesn't end badly. I saw her blush as she smiles and answers, "Why thank you good sir." Phew that was close!
Diana's POV:
"Stunning." How do I answer that? He seems nervous, and I really don't want to make things really awkward between us. It's really fun talking to him since he is like my only real friend now. I have always kind of been separated from everyone with my reading habit; I never really made time for friends.
I still wasn't sure what to say, but I didn't want him to think that he ruined our friendship with that one word. I decided to try to ease the situation, "Why thank you good sir." I said smiling with a posh British accent.
We both chuckled, when we were about to leave he opened the car door for me. As I was climbing in, I discovered how low his car was. I wasn't expecting it to be so much shorter than I was; when I was leaning in to sit, I smacked my head hard against the side of the hood above the door. I was taken by surprise because that had never happened before, I flung my head back and it came into contact with another hard surface. When I turned around I realized that the hard surface was Logan's head, he had leaned down to see if I was ok when I pulled back.
"You know what? You are really hard-headed! That hurt." I said rubbing the back of my skull.
"I could say the same to you! You must be extremely stubborn." He said smiling like he had come up with the wittiest comeback ever.
When I finally succeeded in getting into the car Logan went around to the other side and got in with no problems whatsoever. He started the car and backed out of my driveway, as we were driving down the road I realized it was already 11:30. "What time are we supposed to be there?" I asked concerned we were late.
"Don't worry I came early because I wasn't sure how far away you lived and how long it would take you to get ready after I got there. You surprisingly took the least amount of time any girl I've ever picked up has. We don't have to be there until 12:30." He said simply.
"Oh well then, since it only takes 10 minutes to get there from my house, can we stop at the diner about 5 minutes away so I can eat?"
"You didn't eat yet?" he asked.
"No, I woke up 5 minutes before you got there."
"Oh sorry. Yeah sure we can stop." He answered
After we finished at the diner, where I had pancakes and coffee, we got back in the car and it was 12:10. I decided to turn on the radio; when I did, I heard Story of my Life by One direction and turned it up a little. 'Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain. I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days. He told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones. It seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone-' I then began singing along.
"And I'll be gone, gone tonight; the ground beneath my feet is open wide. The way that I've been holding on too tight With nothing in between The story of my life, I take her home, I drive all night to keep her warm, And time... is frozen (the story of, the story of) ,The story of my life, I give her hope, I spend her love, Until she's broke, Inside, The story of my life (the story of, the story of), Written on these walls are the colors that I can't change, Leave my heart open but it stays right here in its cage, I know that in the morning now I see us in the light upon a hill, Although I am broken, my heart is untamed, still-"
"I see you like that song." Logan said smiling.
"Yes. I LOVE that song. I really like One Direction's music…but don't worry I don't completely freak out about them all the time." I said quickly.
He just looked at me and smiled. I smiled back then looked out the window. Soon, we were in the clearing where we park our cars at the cliff.
