So, my teachers thought it would be fun to give us a load of homework -_- Just great, huh? Seriously, we have to write 6 Poems (with awesome illustrations) and 6 book reviews, and don't forget that I have to learn Japanese characters for a test!
*Sigh* This year, teacher's sure love giving out homework =_= I hardly have any spare time to myself nowadays, and I spend my leisure time drawing instead of writing because I was sick of the load of English homework (which includes a load of writing already)
Okay, enough excuses! ON WITH THE STORY!
I slowly escaped the clutches of sleep, eventually becoming to realize that I had fallen asleep sitting against the door, almost right after punching Logan.
My hair had become stuck to my face, my dry tears acting as the glue. I could tell that my eyes were bloodshot from how sore they were, gosh, I must have been rubbing them a lot... Eventually, I found the energy to stand up, I swear my back cracked as I did. I noticed that my favorite T-Shirt was now crinkled and some parts were a little damp.
Doing a few quick stretches, I walked over to the mirror that stood opposite my bed - I looked horrible... not that I cared. Grabbing a comb, I swished it through my hair five times (rather than my usual forty) before chucking on a cap, tilting it down so you couldn't see my bloodshot eyes.
But before I could even take a step, I heard a distressed moan outside my room. Instinctively, I flinched, jumping back with my arms wrapped around myself tightly... Mustering up some courage, I took a few cautious step towards my door, placing my hand on the handle gently and trying to turn it without a sound. I opened it enough to take a tiny peek through with my left eye. My eyes did a quick scan around the area.
Right? Nope, nothing. Left? Oh thank god, nothing. Up? Okay, who would be up there, Spiderman? Down? -
"OH HOLY SHI - " There was a body leaned right against the door, black spiky hair still miraculously in perfect condition... "Oh, it's just you, Logan." I let out a sigh of relief, placing a hand on my heart area, a little curious if I had a heart attack or not.
Silence suddenly never seemed so unsettling.
"Oi, Logan?" Worry resounded through my voice as I softly nudged him with my foot. "Logan?" I yanked the door open with full power and leaped in front of him so see his face clearly.
I gasped, throwing my hands over my mouth as I noticed a big bruise on his face. Unconsciously, I reached my right had and feebly brushed it, making him wince.
"Are you alright?"
No reply.
"Oh wait..." I face palmed. This was not a good morning, since I've already had three false alarms in the last two minutes. "Of course he's not gonna reply, HE'S FREAKING ASLEEP." I muttered under my breath.
After sighing again, a small smile crept onto my face, watching his chest rise up and down at a steady pace. It reminded me of the time when he had caught a fever...
There was a sudden urge to drag him into bed. Hey, it's not like I'm just going to just let him lay there outside my room, I have some motherly instincts (though it may not seem like it) thank you very much.
"Uggghh..." I groaned, cursing the extra friction from my wooly carpet that caused it harder to drag Logan. "God, he's a heavy sleeper." I chuckled, victoriously plopping his head down on the pillow.
I clapped my hands, grinning and walking out of my room to get a glass of water.
"Great, now I gotta get the other boys so Logan doesn't start living in my apartment." I rolled my eyes, imagining the horrible image of Logan living with me... The image that wasn't that horrible at all...
"NO CAMILLE." I slapped my forehead. "Stop thinking this stuff..." Sighing, I rinsed out my glass and put it on the rack to dry.
Quickly, I took out my phone and dialed Kendall's number. The only person who won't think stupid thoughts when they found Logan sleeping on my bed.
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
"C'mon, Kendall... Pick up..." Impatiently, I tapped my foot on the kitchen floor.
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
"PICK UP KEN -" But before I could finish raging, someone had already answered the call.
"Hello?" The voice was surprisingly feminine and young.
"Kendall?" My voice was filled with surprise. "What happened to your voice?..."
There was laughter on the other end of the phone.
"Kendall's not here, so I picked it up." The voice replied.
"Oh... It's just Katie..." I naturally face palmed before remembering the Logan Crisis. "Anyways, where's Kendall? There's... A slight problem with Logan," I sighed, leaning on the kitchen counter.
"Perfect timing!" Even without seeing Katie, I knew she had a grin on her face. "The guys were just gonna go to Gustavo for some vocal meeting or something... But anyways, long story short, we were looking for Logan... So... where is he, again?"
I chuckled before replying. "He's at my apartment..." I decided to leave out the fact that he was taking a freaking nap on my bed. I guess I'll just have to drag him out again...
"Great, I'll go tell the guys to go there now -"
"WAIT WAIT WAIT." I almost screamed on the top of my lungs.
There was no chance on earth that I would be able to get Logan out of my room in five minutes.
"What's wrong?" From Katie's voice, it was obvious she was puzzled.
"Um... Can you wait about ten minutes, first?" I racked my brain for any excuse. "Logan's got a killer headache and I don't think James and Carlos asking him where he was would help." I stammered out. "See? Listen." I pretended to hold the phone up to Logan, even though it was me who emitted the deathly sounding groan.
Thank god I'm an actress, I smiled to myself.
But before I could admire my awesome talents, I heard Logan's voice behind me.
"So, I take it that you're not mad at me anymore?"
I spun around, a glare making its way into my eye as soon as I remembered what Mary and Logan did at my favorite cafe. Now that. Is unforgivable.
"Tch, come on," I scoffed. "Someone doing that in a public cafe is one thing. But if someone does that in my cafe that serves the best creampuffs... They deserve a nice big punch to the face." I couldn't help but smirk. "Which is exactly what I did."
It was Logan's turn to smirk now...
"Or..." The singer placed his hand on his chin in mock thought. "Maybe someone's developing a bit of feelings for me, and is a little jealous." He grinned widely, patting my head.
Curses. Why must he be taller.
But before I could even open my mouth -
"LOOOGGAAANN." There was a series of loud knocking on my door, three voices chorused outside. "ARE YOU THERE?"
I blinked, unsure of how to react at first. Thankfully, Logan was there to help out.
"Yup," he replied as he took his hand off my head.
"WHAT? DIDN'T QUITE CATCH THAT!" Carlos yelled. This time, the knocking stopped so that they could actually listen for an answer. Honestly, I can already see them with their ears flattened against the door.
"YES," Logan yelled. He yanked at the pull door, laughing as they all tumbled into my apartment. I couldn't help but chuckle.
James was the first to stand up and reply.
"Hey there!" James grinned, waving even though Logan was only a few steps away.
Carlos was next.
"HELLO," Carlos grinned broadly alongside of James.
I couldn't help but shake my head in disappointment. Are you kidding me, they don't even notice Logan's black eye. But just as I thought that, Kendall proved me wrong.
"Woah, woah, woah. What happened to your eye?" Kendall quickly stepped up, staring questionably at Logan.
Logan absentmindedly moved his hand to his eye, flinching as he touched the muscles around it. "Oh yeah. That..." He looked to me, making me coil back guiltily. "I just accidentally, uh, walked under that bookshelf there and a book fell down and perfectly hit my eye," Logan covered lamely.
Kendall pulled back and left it at that, his instincts knew that Logan was lying but knew that it wouldn't be good to pry.
Honestly. The rest of the day was pretty darn uneventful. Logan ended up going to practice rehearsing and all that, while I just sat at home scolding myself for starting to like him.
Maybe the most vaguely interesting thing was that Mary hadn't come to my apartment and be a jealous female dog about Logan 'staying the night'... Knowing her, she's probably just reading something. Or for the love of god, please just let it be just reading instead of being evil and planting dictionary traps everywhere in my room.
Tch. Yeah right. Sadly I didn't know just how horrible were the things that Mary was planning.
Well, hope you enjoyed this chapter! And honestly, I really thank you, Alecks454. You really got me motivated enough to start this story again! SO THANK YOU SO MUCH! Most of this was dedicated to you!
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