Hey! Here's the third chapter. And yes, if you've noticed, I name the chapters after some of my favorite songs. :)
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"I think we only have enough money to buy one outfit for everyone," Kendall declared, squinting into the stolen leather wallet, which was stuffed with the Chinese paper bills. "So…which store do you wanna go to first?"
The gang had caught a taxi to Wang Fu Jing Street to shop for the clothes; it was a famous street known for shopping. Tourists from all over the world crowded the sidewalks, and lucky red lanterns were hung across the huge tree branches above.
"Let's just walk around and stop at any decent looking clothes shop we find," Logan suggested, since the street was filled with all different kinds of stores: jewelry shops, clothing shops, furniture shops, souvenir shops, and even a few restaurants. The rest of the group all seemed to agree with Logan's idea, and so they set off.
Loud music played through the speakers in each shop, and Logan recognized a few as popular songs in America. They walked past four or five worn down shops, with Camille and Carlos chatting animatedly about something random, until Kendall came to a stop at a fancy looking store with mannequins on display behind a window and bright neon lights blinking Chinese characters. The store was crowded with more people than the other shops around it, and the walls were made of expensive white marble.
The blonde looked behind him, at his friends. "Wanna go in?" he asked, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the store, and the gang nodded.
"Make sure we don't lose anybody in the crowd," Logan warned everyone, being the worrier he was. James chuckled and pressed a kiss to the brunette's forehead.
Carlos rolled his eyes before screaming a battle cry and running headfirst into the swarming crowd. A few people looked annoyed as Carlos shoved them aside.
When all five runaways finally made it past the jammed entrance, they found that the inside was huge. It was at almost more than half the size of a full-sized Wal-Mart back in Texas, Logan thought.
"Ladies first!" Camille called happily, grabbing five pairs of arms and dragging them to the ladies' section. "So, I was thinking of getting a cute dress to wear, over a—"
"Whoa, whoa," Logan interrupted. "A dress, Camille? In the winter?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm going to wear tights under it," Camille rolled her eyes, as if it were obvious.
"Whatever floats your boat," Logan sighed. "But don't blame me if you freeze to death and get hypothermia,"
"Okay," Camille replied happily. "Oh, that one's cute," she caught sight of a frilly blue chiffon dress, snatched it off its hanger and skipped off into the dressing rooms.
The boys sighed and plopped down on one of the couches. This was going to take a while.
More than an hour and a half later, Camille had finally made her decision. She had bought a plain white sleeveless dress with a silver ribbon and layered bubble hems, a black cashmere cardigan, black tights, silver high heels, and to top it off, layered pearl necklaces and a ribbon headband.
"Jesus, Camille! That's almost more than half our money!" Kendall cried, exasperated as Logan finished adding up the total price.
"Being a girl isn't cheap, you know," Camille explained, and Kendall slapped his forehead.
"Well, we can either buy one outfit and take turns wearing it for the whole winter while the others freeze to death, or Logan can go steal another purse," Kendall listed out the options.
"I'm on it," Logan muttered, annoyed, and plunged back into the crowd of people.
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Katie Knight sighed as she dumped the rest of her coffee down the sink of her hotel. It had been a long night; she'd been searching every street up and down for Logan Mitchell. It was a big city. The chances of finding one boy in a city like this were one in a million.
She took a shower and got dressed to go get some breakfast. She gave a quick goodbye to the picture of a two year old Kendall on her bedside table before grabbing her coat, flipping the lights shut, and slamming the door of her fancy apartment closed.
Katie strolled into the rotating glass doors of the hotel, waving a polite hello to the doorman, before walking out to the streets where she held her arm out, indicating she needed a taxi. Sure enough, after a few seconds, a bright green taxi cab rolled up beside her, and Kate opened the back door before slipping inside.
"Ni hao," she greeted the taxi driver politely before saying in her best Chinese she knew, "Wo yao qu Wang Fu Jing lu," she told him, grimacing when she got her accents mixed up. The driver nodded, surprisingly understanding her, before turning around and driving towards the destination. He didn't say a word, getting the point that Katie did not speak much Chinese, and the blonde girl was thankful for that.
Katie settled down next to the window and watched buildings fly by. Her thoughts revolved around Kendall once again, a subject she hadn't been able to drop since she had gotten Logan Mitchell's case. She stayed like that for what seemed like hours, until her phone's buzzing startled her from her train of thoughts.
She scrambled to pull her iPhone from her pocket, and rolled her eyes when she saw who it was. Mrs. Mitchell. This had been the fourth call this morning. Katie certainly did not want to hear Mrs. Mitchell's squeaky annoying voice again today, so she ignored her phone and let it go to voicemail.
"The person you have called, Katie Knight, is not here at the moment. Please leave a message at the tone."
"Katie? Detective Katie? Have you found my baby yet? Call me back when you get this message," Mrs. Mitchell's voice sounded desperate.
Logan sure didn't seem like your 'baby' when you were beating him in all those videos your husband recorded as evidence, Katie thought grimly. She stared out the window for a few more seconds before realizing the car had stopped, and the driver was looking at her expectantly. Blushing from embarrassment, Katie pulled out the money from her wallet and handed it to the driver before stepping out of the car.
She walked down the street, which was packed with people, before realizing this street had more of clothing and jewelry stores instead of restaurants. Sighing heavily, she walked forward anyway, stopping at a fancy clothing store with flashy mannequins and advertisements. One easel board contained a bunch of Chinese characters that of course Katie couldn't understand, but underneath the symbols were English letters, probably for the many tourists, that read: NOODLE SHOP ON SECOND FLOOR.
The blonde girl decided she could go for some noodles, shrugged, and pushed herself through the enormous crowd of people in the entrance. As she made her way to the escalators that lead to the second floor, she suddenly bumped into a boy that seemed to come from nowhere, causing her fall on her butt.
"Dui bu qi!" the boy apologized sincerely and Katie looked to see a boy, who looked about nineteen or twenty years of age, with messy dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. The boy looked strangely familiar…
"It's okay, I speak English too," Katie assured him, assuming that he was American, and the boy nodded.
"Can I help you up?" the boy asked, extending a hand. Katie stared blankly at it for a second, racking her brains for this boy who looked so familiar…
"I'm Logan," the boy said randomly, as if reading Katie's mind. Oh.
This boy was Logan Mitchell. Katie was sure of it.
"I'm Katie, nice to meet you," The blonde girl took Logan's hand and pulled herself to her feet. She felt Logan's slender hand on her back, down to her ass, and then…pulled out her wallet from her back pocket.
The boy was tricky. Katie almost didn't notice. But she made no move to stop him.
"Thank you," she nodded at him, before turning and walking away, not even glancing back.
She reached into her bag, pulled out a small notebook, before flipping to an empty page with the words "Notes on Logan Mitchell" on the top. She pulled out a pen and scribbled down,
Logan Mitchell is one tricky thief.
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Logan grinned as he fingered the wallet in his hands. That woman, Katie, sure was oblivious. He found Kendall and the rest of the gang still crammed on the couch in front of the ladies' dressing room. James and Carlos were arguing fervently about something that Logan honestly didn't care about.
"Guess who got us some more mon-ay?" he called cheerfully over to them, holding up the wallet, and the boys whooped loudly before grabbing Camille and making a beeline towards the men's clothing section. Logan trailed behind, them, making sure no one was lost in the crowd. James stayed back with his boyfriend, wrapping a possessive arm around the brunette's shoulder and kissing his hair repeatedly.
"I love you, Logan," James chuckled into Logan's soft hair.
Logan smiled his famous crooked half-smile. "Love ya too," he grinned.
They laughed as they watched the clerk groan in annoyance as Kendall and Carlos bombarded the clothing racks, taking one article of clothing off its hanger, examining it for a second before throwing it behind them on the ground.
"Hey Kendall, I think the cashier's getting ready to kill you," Logan called to him, and Kendall looked up at the glowering cashier for a second before shrinking back in fear and placing each clothing article back on its hanger, Carlos helping him. Camille sat on a couch near them, laughing to herself.
Logan shook his head at his friends before searching the racks himself, pulling out a black-and-white sweater vest. James looked over before rolling his eyes.
"Another sweater vest, Logie? That's all you ever wear," James snorted, before placing his hands on Logan's shoulders and steering the brunette away from the button-down and sweater vest racks. "You need to get something cooler to wear," he laughed.
"What? Sweater vests are cool," Logan protested, but laughed anyways. He watched in amusement as James snatched several articles of clothing from the racks, before leading Logan into the dressing rooms.
Half an hour later (twice less the amount of time Camille took), the boys had already bought their outfits. Kendall had bought a grey beanie, a plain white shirt with a bunch of random words on it, denim skinny jeans, and dark blue Converse. Carlos had chosen a black shirt with labels written in white on it, a grey zip-down hoodie, dog tag necklaces, skinny jeans, and black Vans. James picked a plaid blue button-down shirt with a black tie, grey skinny jeans, and black Converse. And last but certainly not least, James had picked for Logan a plain white tee with a design of a mix tape with the film tangled to form letters on it, plain skinny jeans, a black tuxedo jacket, and black Vans.
"Wow, guys, I gotta admit, you guys looked pretty hot," Camille complimented as Kendall finished paying at the front desk.
"Yeah, well, this time we had the money for it. Who's the poor chick you stole all that money from, Logan?" Kendall asked casually, taking the large bags from the counter into his arms.
"Some blonde named Katie," Logan remarked, and for a moment Kendall looked wistful.
"Huh, that's the name of my sister," he muttered, so quietly that Logan almost didn't catch it. But he did, and he stayed silent for a few minutes, thinking about it as Kendall quickly changed the subject.
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