Back to Logan's perspective for this chapter, haha. I just feel more comfortable in his perspective than I do Kendall's. I will probably start to alternate point of views though after today.
beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.
Enjoy or something!
"Do you ever think about the future?" Kendall asks me as we're walking downtown on an unusually cool August day.
I take a glance at him and smile, his hair flying every way possible from the wind picking up.
"Yes, Kendall. I think of the future a lot. Like, the day you'll finally get a haircut." The wind picks up again as we run across the crosswalk, making it to the other side in just enough time.
The wind is bitterly brisk against our faces, turning our cheeks a terrible pink color. He turns to me and chuckles, reaching out and opening the door for me.
"The future," he says, rolling his eyes at me after we're finally situated at the table. "is full of mysteries and surprises. You never know about it, Logie."
I'm skimming the menu when he coughs really loudly. I look up at him, and that cocky shit eating grin is back on his usually beautiful face.
"Logan, what are you thinking about now?"
I actually wasn't thinking about anything in particular. But, he doesn't have to know that.
But yet, it still comes out. "Nothing, really. Why? Other than the fact that the wind is scaring the shit out of me, really, there's nothing I'm thinking about."
He nods. "I understand. But why do I need to get my hair cut?"
"You're dumb, honey."
"Well, I'm just wondering. So it doesn't look cool in the wind?"
Shaking my head, I smile. "Nope."
"Darn it."