Ok, so I'm doing this for you, since I just got back from a good party, and I am in a sort of good mood. Oh, and MrsLoganReese: I DEFINITLY WILL NOT do one of those pregnant stories. There are two many, and I don't like them. I completely agree with you on that! I think it ruins the story. NO EFFENSE TO ANYONE WHO DOES HAVE A STORY LIKE THAT. I'm talking about stories like, Dana gets pregnant, cry's over it, tells Logan, Logan feels guilty, Dana haves the baby, then Logan loves her and is there with her for the baby. No emotion what-so-ever. I don't like stories like that, that is all I'm saying. You probably aren't reading this anyways, but if you are, sorry- and on with the story.

Disclaimer: So god damn depressing.

Chapter 10

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Dana's POV

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"I wouldn't do that," Logan replied. Yeah right! I can't do this, in fear of… going too far. And I can not go any further than I did, with him! I turned my back on him, and laid back down, gripping my pillow and letting my broken wrist lay on my stomach. Logan sighed and turned toward me. I was about to fall asleep, and I felt his arms wrap around me. I relaxed and slowly, but carefully scooted closer to him so that I was laying against him, then fell into a deep sleep.

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When I woke up, I felt two arms draped over my stomach, one holding my broken wrist. The events from the previous night replayed in my head and I snuggled closer to Logan. He seemed to stir a bit, and then slowly opened his eyes. His eyes widened when he realized who was in his arms. He got a quizzical look on his face.

"Well, good morning to you too!" I greeted sarcastically.

"Oh, sorry. Yeah, so… good morning," he replied.

"What are we going to go do today?" I questioned. I wasn't planning on sitting around all day and do nothing!

"Uh, do you want to go sightseeing?" He asked. I never thought of Logan to be the 'sightseeing' type of guy.

"Well, whatever floats your boat," I replied smirking. He glared, and I slowly sat up and turned to face him. "Seriously, I do not want to sit around here all day, and do nothing!"

"Like I suggested, sightseeing," Logan replied.

"Well, I guess I can give it a try?" I answered. It came out more of a question instead of an answer.

"We can just, walk around. Like, from here, walk down to a restaurant; get something to eat for breakfast, then go and see the wonderful mountains of Colorado!"

"Sure," I replied rummaging through my suitcase, trying to find the right outfit since I will be staying outside a lot of the time. Finally, I proceeded to change in the bathroom, into a pair of dark jeans, my Etnies, and burgundy colored tank top from Hollister. I found a dark, black jacket to go on-top of the tank top and a white coat over the jacket. Was I layered or what? Yet, still looking good. I made a mental note to kill Nicole and Zoey when I got back. Being around them so much is making me care about my looks, and spend long amounts of time in front of a mirror to make sure I look perfect. Great. I slowly walked out to find Logan already dressed in jeans and a sweat shirt.

"You look good, but are you going to be warm enough?" Logan asked looking me up and down.

"Yes, I will be fine. I have a shirt, jacket, and a coat on," I replied turning around in a circle to show Logan my outfit.

"I sure hope so," Logan murmured. I ignored him.

"Well, where are we eating?" I asked. I was hungry, and curious! God, sue me for all I care!

"Come on," Logan said grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the hotel.

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded an answer. He ignored me and kept walking. I rolled my eyes, and let him lead me. Which is quite unusual for me. We soon arrived at some cheap small diner. It served breakfast, and I let out a laugh.

"What?" Logan asked turning around and letting go of my arm.

"You? You, of all people would go to a restaurant like this? Well, I'm surprised. I thought you would never step foot in a place like this! Since you just love to flash your daddy's credit card," I replied with a laugh.

"Yeah, well maybe I like the ordinary and not the extraordinary," Logan said flashing a smirk before turning around and walking up to the counter. He sat at one of the stools at the counter. This place sort of reminded me of one of those fifty's diner's. I sat down next to him, crossed my legs and picked up a menu. Nothing seemed appetizing at the moment, considering I wasn't hungry, but I ordered pancakes and bacon anyways. Logan picked up some quiz magazine, and looked inside laughing to himself.

"What?" I asked. He ignored me, and kept reading. I sighed and placed my head in my hands.

"Ok, I'm going to ask you some questions," Logan said. I was getting nervous… what kind of questions?

"Alright," I said with panic in my voice.

"Just random questions," He told me. Ok, this wont be so hard. Plus, I am bored and the food won't be here for awhile.

"Shoot."

"What's your favorite feature on yourself?" Logan asked.

"Nothing."

"Well, I think I should be the judge of that," Logan said looking up from the magazine. He looked me up-and-down and continued, "Everything." My heart skipped a beat, and I'm sure of that. "Next question. Favorite music artist or band?"

"Tie between Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the disco," I answered.

"Favorite quality in a guy?"

"Um, a lot of different things. Like, personality matters most. But looks can be a plus."

"Fair enough," Logan said, then continued with the questions, "Would you bungee jump?"

"Yes."

"Skydive?"

"Yes."

"Well aren't you daring?" Logan laughed. "How do you want to die?"

"What kind of question is that!" I asked in a loud voice.

"Just answer. It doesn't mean anything." Logan said.

"Fine, quickly and non-painfully. But so far, I haven't gotten what I want, so I expect to die slow and painfully," I answered. Well it's true! Logan laughed.

"Alright. Favorite eye-color and hair color in a guy?" He asked. What is up with these type of questions?

"Eye-color, I like green, but I think brown is sexy." I looked into Logan's. Of course, they were brown, and he smirked ear-to-ear. "Hair color, Brown or black." Well, all this is true! And I have to answer honestly. "What about you? I want some answers from you. Same questions… go!"

"Favorite feature on myself? That has to be my awesome hair." I smiled. Typical Logan. He continued, "Favorite band, I like Hellogoodbye. Favorite quality in a girl, well, everything you have." Whoa! What was that? Huh? I'm confused, but he kept going. "Would I bungee jump, yes. Sky-dive… probably not. How I want to die, in my sleep like a lot of other people out there. And favorite eye-color and hair color in a girl, has to be brown, and brown." Holy crap, he like, described me, and even said, 'everything you have.'

"Um, well…" I was cut-off by a waitress that came with our food. Boy, was I relived. I had been in such a compromising situation.

"Thanks," I murmured. I grabbed my plate and started to eat. Logan did the same, and we stayed silent the rest of the time. There wasn't really anything to talk about anyways.

"Is everything okay?" The waitress asked while stopping by our table.

"Uh-huh. If I could just get the check," Logan said, wiping his face with a napkin.

"Sure thing," she smiled, and left to retrieve the check.

"Well, that was good, for a place like this," Logan said sarcastically, with a smile to indicate he was kidding. I laughed. "I think we should get going to go sightseeing," Logan said while taking his wallet out of his pocket, and placing money down on the table.

"Alright, where are we going first?" I asked getting up from my seat.

"We are going to take a bus up the mountain, and there are exhibit-type things up there."

"Ok then? You lead the way," I told him, unsure of what exactly he was talking about. All I knew is that we were going to go sightseeing, and I didn't know what to expect.

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Well, I hope you all liked this chapter. I think it is one of my rather long ones. (For me, that is) And it actually took me the longest. About a week. Not a very exciting chapter, but I will get there, later chapters. Hope you liked, and enjoyed it!

I know you just want to press that button. I just know it.

--Brittany