I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES TT^TT You may now (digitally) slap me. But is does take time to write a long chapter... Just saying :P Also, highschool has just been such a pain lately =_=
Hope you enjoy this chapter~
I ran my mind over the script once more time, murmuring it quietly to myself until someone rang the doorbell.
Sighing, I stood up from my couch and looked through the peephole and groaned at the sight of Logan. Yet nonetheless, I reached up to smooth out my hair slightly. And as I was reaching for the doorbell, I thought to myself I would use my extremely annoyed voice to talk to him (even though I had to admit it was nice to see him after two long hours of acting).
"What do you want, Logan?" I gave him a slight glare.
"Um.. The cafe, remember?"
Ohhhh crap. I totally forgot it was today. I still haven't even unpacked my gifts from yesterday though!
"Can we go, later or something?" I grabbed his wrist, looked at the watch and threw it back to his side again. "I'm not really hungry right now." I hide a wince, even though my stomach was pretty much committing suicide. But just because my life isn't a fairytale, my stomach did decide to grumble at that particular second.
Logan smirked, grabbed my hand and dragged me out of my apartment. "C'mon! You of all people know how important sweets and coffee are!"
I laughed, giving him a grin before yanking my hand out of his. "Hey... Do you even know where I go to get my daily doses of energy?" I gave him a glare, making him grimace slightly.
"Well... we used to go there all the time until... well... you know." He nodded towards my head.
"... True that..."
Honestly, it wasn't very surprising I could remember my sweets & coffee place instead of Logan. I mean, that cafe has the best cream puffs around!
The drive was mainly quiet until I asked about my science homework. He was blabbering on about that a platypus wasn't 'technically' a mammal, since they laid eggs.
But that wasn't the thing that got me really thinking about him. In fact, it was because of how caring he was.
Before we got into the cafe, a child had a fever and his mother was panicking. So Logan (Mr Nice Guy, in other words) pulled out some paracetamol out of his endless supply of medical equipment and gave it to the mother, who thankfully bought him a free hot chocolate... Which of course, he just had to give it to me. Still, it's not like it was the best hot chocolate ever because Logan gave it to me...
"So, Camille, the usual?" The waitress, Sarah came springing up to me, her chestnut hair bouncing around her petite face.
I've come to this place so much, Sarah and I have almost become best friends.
"Yup!" I grinned, my mouth watering slightly at the image of some cream puffs with a little drizzle of chocolate sauce...
"And... What would you like... Logan, was it?" Sarah laughed awkwardly, still a little unsure of his name.
"I'll just have what ever Camille's having." Logan shot her a warm smile that would make any girl swoon. Good thing Sarah isn't the type to go stabbing her friends in the back by stealing their boyfriend... As in a boy that's a friend and technically my fiance.
Sarah quickly scribbled a few words on her notebook and (rather violently) ripped out the page and stuck it up over the baker's head. "A dozen cream puffs with chocolate sauce... and one hot chocolate.'' As she went over to another table, "cause Camille already has one..." she murmured under her breath.
"I swear, to know a waitress of a cafe means you must come here three times a day!" Logan chuckled, making me shuffle uncomfortably. "What... so you actually do?" He raised an eyebrow, a smirk growing quickly.
"Pffffftt, no!" I laughed, rolling my eyes.
"Camille, I think I know you better than that." Logan smiled. I swear his hand is more closer to my hand since five minutes ago.
I automatically inched my hand back onto my lap, hoping he wouldn't notice my not-so subtle movements.
And before Logan could open his mouth to say something again, Sarah come over carrying a plate of cream puffs.
"Get 'em off! Get 'em off! Get 'em off! I SAID GET THEM OFF!" The plate clattered onto the table, earning some attention from neighboring customers. "That plate was hot..." She whined quietly as she place a hot chocolate next to Logan. "We really need to get some wooden plates!" She sighed, giving what seemed like a glare at the silver metal.
"Twelve dollars, am I right?" Logan took out some cash and paid Sarah, giving her a three dollar tip.
"Thanks!" She beamed at him, giving me a wave as she tended to an impatient customer. "Alright, alright! I'm comin', I'm comin'."
"You know, this place is booming since fans have noticed that I come here a lot!" Logan chuckled before turning back to face me.
Holy crap. How did he get his hair like that? It's so darn awesome... What type of hairgel does he use? Since when did he get this cute?
I suddenly started getting really nervous, and self conscious as he seemed to stare me down.
"Hey, you're not touching your cream puffs..."
Crap, I guess he noticed I wasn't scoffing down those godly sweets...
"Yeah... I'm just... thinking..." He made me explain more deeply. "'bout stuff." I blushed slightly, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt before swallowing a dessert. "So anyways, how's... um... your medical career going?"
Lame conversation starter, right? PFFT. This is Logan we're talking about. Talking about anything about something relatively medical sets him off like a loose cannon.
"So... that's apparently how you're supposed to perfectly aim the ball into the hoop!" Logan made an arc with his arms, showing me what the basketball would do if you threw it at the right speed, angle and all that stuff I didn't really catch.
It was a little scary how our conversation drifted. We probably talked for a hole hour, I was completely drawn in by his speech, and how he explains things with such ease. Heck, he would probably explain the meaning of life if you asked. Plus, who wouldn't be able to stop listening with that darn handsome face of -
ANYWAYS. You know what the scary thing is? I didn't even touch the cream puffs.
"Hey, guys?" Sarah came up to us, her apron off. "You know, my shift just ended. That means you two lovebirds -" She paused, recoiling just the slightest bit at my glare. "You to 'friends' have been talking for two hours since you've come in! Plus, Camille, you have got to get that dreamy stare off your face when you're listening to Logan."
I felt a blush creep up to my face.
"It's probably what I look like when I talk to Aaron... You know, before we dated!."
"That stare was because... of the scent of the food in here!" I stood up angrily before storming out the door, ignoring the icy glare that Mary gave me as I exited.
"CAMILLE!" Logan yelled out, calling after me. "Sorry bout this, Sarah." I heard him murmur as I was slowly getting further away from them.
"Tsk, as if I like him.'' I almost chuckled to myself out of anger. "I've only known him for what, six days? I can't freaking fall in love with him in less than a week. 'Love in first sight' my ass." I shook my head. "Why am I even saying this? I don't need to convince myself..."
I looked at the paved concrete ground, my paces slowing down to a stop as my anger dissipated.
"God, I'm so stupid..." I stood at the ground, looking at my feet as an urge to return back to the cafe slowly started rising again. "I guess I should go back and apologize to Logan and Sarah..." I sighed, walking slowly back despite my reluctance.
As I neared the cozy building, I could see Mary sitting relatively close to Logan. And -
Oh no she di'int.
She did not just kiss him just now. And he is definitely resisting. RIGHT?
My eye twitched, my body unable to move from shock. I could feel my anger bubbling from my stomach, threatening to spill. Ooooohhh he is SO lucky it's not that time of the month.
So before my anger could actually kill someone, I walked back to Palm Woods. Who cares if it takes almost half an hour on foot. It'll take me an hour to calm down.
How could Logan do this to me? Tears seemed to prickle at my eyes, making my vision blurry. And he didn't even push that damn girl aside! As I approached the familiar doors of the Palm Woods, my footsteps began to become heavy stomps. ARRGH. I swear, the next time I see him I'll rip out his tongue! I angrily smiled and cried at the same time. Let's just say it's not a nice expression.
I barged in the doors, wanting to punch every single person who stared at me from my dramatic entrance.
"Heeyy, calm down!" I heard a voice call from my left.
"CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN? YOU NEVER TELL A GIRL TO JUST 'CALM DOWN'!" I screamed, my throat becoming a little sore from how loud and high pitched that was.
And before the guy could even recover from his shock, I had already made my way back into my apartment. I turned on the radio in my room onto the full volume, and swearing back to the people who complained about the noise.
I turned my tear soaked pillow around so I could lie on the (not much) dry side as I stared up at my ceiling. I had already turned off the radio after my ear drums seemed like they were going to bleed. Honestly, I have no idea how long I was lying down for, but it was long enough for me to see pictures on my textured ceiling, heck, I was even starting to make a story out of them.
"So then, the dove said to the crocodile..." I murmured, only for my tale to be interrupted by Logan's voice as he knocked heavily on my door.
"Camille! What's wrong? Whatever it is, I'm sorry!" There was obvious concern in his voice. "Are you there?"
Silence.
"I'm not home." I replied bluntly, rolling over on my bed so that I would see the trees outside my window. I sighed, closing my eyes before staring at the lush green leaves.
...
What was that sound...
A strange pitter-patter sound... Kind of like foot steps coming up my stairs... LOGAN'S FOOTSTEPS.
"Camille, don't be like thi -" Logan opened the door, but before he could even take a step inside my room, my fist had already connected with his face.
I couldn't even control the words tumbling out of my mouth, I'm sure it probably would just have been gibberish to him. "How could you do that? God, I hate Mary! Why didn't you pull away? What else have you been doing behind my back? I never imagined you to cheat!"
He nursed his sore jaw. Man, he is so lucky I didn't listen to heavy metal before I punched him... Otherwise he probably would have fractured it.
"I never want to see your face again!" I yelled, bashing the door closed.
Tears began to prickle against my eyes again. I thudded my back against the door, sliding down to the ground in despair, clutching at my head.
Eeeehhhh... Sorry for making Camille throw a tantrum, I honestly bet you guys might be thinking she's acting really female-dog-like ^_^" But seriously guys, just show a little understanding here. The love of your life just freaking kissed your rival for Him (cough, or Her :P) and He didn't pull away. And come on, she's the crazy mood-swing Camille we all know and love... So I guess it's NOT THAT weird for her :P
Okay, now I SERIOUSLY need to do my homework xD
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