Okay, I promise that it gets weird in this chapter! (I've been slightly misleading in previous Author's Notes... Sorry.) Enjoy! Byez! -Renee

Chapter Four: The Rebel

After unpacking most of the house, Logan locks herself in her bathroom with a couple bottles of light lavender purple hair dye. "They want me to move out here?" she talks with herself as she dyes her hair. "That's fine with me. But I will retain my individuality. Purple is my favorite color, so why shouldn't I show it?"

As the dye sets in, she reads a graphic novel, one of the hundreds that she owns. It's about five minutes in when there's a rapping at the door. "Logan! What the heck are you doing in there?! You said you were just going to take a quick shower and be down to help me unpack the kitchen! It's been almost an hour!"

"I'm sorry, Berry! I got sick! I'm taking a bath now, to help me relax a little!"

"Oh," Berry says. "Well, get better soon! Just go to bed when you get out... We can unpack the kitchen stuff tomorrow."

Logan grins. "Okay. I'm really sorry, Berry. It's probably just a little bug. I'll try to sleep it off."

"Alright... Goodnight!" Berry calls before leaving Logan's room and going downstairs to her own.

Logan looks at her watch. Ten minutes to go. She glances in the mirror and can see her hair already turning light purple. She had liked her original dark brown, but to her it just isn't individualistic enough.

When the time comes, she washes the dye out, watching the lavender dye swirl down the drain. Soon after, she turns in to bed.

The next morning, Berry knocks softly on Logan's door. "Logan, are you feeling up to the party?"

Logan turns in her bed and yawns. "Yeah! But I'll meet you there. I need time to ...prepare myself."

"Okay! I'm leaving now, though. I have to meet Blue!"

"'Kay 'kay!" she replies. After she hears Berry's footsteps fade down the stairs, she heaves herself out of bed and wanders into her bathroom to brush her teeth. Almost forgetting the night before, she jumps halfway out of her skin upon seeing her hair. "I've got to admit, it turned out really nice... ," she says to herself, finger combing the curly tresses. After brushing her teeth, she combs her hair, leaving it down, and changes into denim cut-offs and a jade green tank top, which reveals her abdomen. After slipping on brown wedge heels, she hops downstairs and slides her sunglasses over her eyes as she stumbles out the door into the blinding sun.

"Now... where is this damn thing?" she wonders out loud. After walking a few minutes, she passes a log cabin where a man wearing a bandanna and camo pants is chopping wood. His hair is spikey and deep brown, and it matches his eyes.

Hm... Maybe I could bother him! she thinks to herself.

"Excuse me! Do you know where the party is going to be?!" she calls, jogging over to him. "I can't seem to find it."

He eyes her suspiciously. "It's in the town square." When she just stares at him, he adds, "It's directly in the middle. You really can't miss it."

"I'm Logan," she states suddenly, holding out her hand.

He shakes it uncertainly, still giving her a strange look. "Kurt."

"So are you going to the party, Kurt?"

"Nope."

She frowns. "You're sooo lucky. I have to go."

"Says who?" he asks.

"Well, Berry says I have to. ...But I really don't want to at all."

"...Then why are you listening to her? Is she your boss or something?"

Logan takes time to ponder this. "No..."

He chuckles. "Then don't go."

She shrugs. "Okay. ...So wat'cha doin'?"

Kurt looks at the rocking chair in front of him, then at the hammer in his hand, then at her. "I'm building."

"Why?"

"...I'm the carpenter's apprentice."

She leans up against the log cabin. "So wat'cha buildin'?"

He groans, looking up at her. "You aren't going away, are you?"

Logan shakes her head, giggling. "Nope," she says, popping the end of the word. "We're the only people in this town that don't want to be at that inane party. ...So you're pretty much stuck with me, Bud."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Sure! Or at least, so says my friends."

He eyes her carefully again. "Well, since I don't know you well enough to believe you, how about we get out of the sun and into some shade?" he asks, smiling.

Suddenly Logan starts cackling. "You smiled!"

"...Yes..."

She only laughs harder when she sees his pained expression. "Well, you have yet to smile!"

"Oh.. Kay..."

"I like it when you smile," Logan says, more to herself than to him.

He shakes his head, laughing lightly. "Why thank you... ...Hey, are you trying to make a statement or something?" he asks, gesturing to her hair.

"Yeppers. Sure am. I don't, by any means, want to be here in this God forsaken country land with these strange people. Berry dragged me forcibly out here because she thinks it'll do me good, but I hate it. I'm definitely a city girl. ...So, I'm doing everything I can to make it known."

His smile drops to a frown. "Really?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"It's just... I thought..."

She giggles again and exclaims, "Oh, I didn't mean you, Kurt! I'm really glad I met you!"

Kurt brightens up and grins. "So, what do ya' say? Let's get outta here."

She takes his outstretched hand. "I'd love to."