"Logan's coming over." Declan told Fiona.

"What else does he think about me?" Fiona asked.

"He thinks your nice, pretty, sweet... I already told you his exact words." Declan replied.

"Does he think I'm weak?" Fiona asked.

"I don't think so." Declan replied.

"What about needy?" Fiona asked.

"I think he thinks you're just perfect." Declan answered.

Fiona was silent for a few seconds.

"But I'm not." she said.

"I think you're perfect." Declan remarked.

"I'm obviously not." Fiona said.
"What makes you think that?" Declan asked, sitting by his sister, who had moved from the coffee table to the couch.

"The fact that I got controlled by Bobby... and can't do anything by myself."

"You've been through a lot, Fi." Declan said, "But that makes you even more perfect."

Fiona stared ahead, her arms crossed over her chest.

"You know what though? Nobody's perfect, but you're pretty damn close." Declan said.

"Lots of people are closer." Fiona said.

"Name one."

"You."

"I'm nowhere near perfect." Declan said, believing that himself.

"Yes, you are. You're the image of perfect. You are really nice to me, when you could be doing something you enjoy doing."

"I enjoy helping you." Declan said.

"Wow, even better. Not only do you help me, but you enjoy doing it."

"If I was perfect, then I wouldn't have let this happen to you." Declan said.

"And If I was perfect then it wouldn't have happened to me." Fiona replied.

"Bad things can happen to perfect people."

The doorbell rang and Declan got up to answer it. It was Logan.

"Thanks for inviting me." he told Declan, "My mom's at home and getting annoying."

"Welcome to parent-free zone." Declan said stepping aside so Logan could get in.

"I don't mind parents, drunk parents aren't fun. They can get dangerous."

Fiona looked up at him, she was obviously curious. She noticed that he had a few cuts on his face.

"It's nothing to worry about." he said, glancing at Fiona.

"Oh... uh, what kind of food do you like?" Declan asked awkwardly.

"Anything's good."

"Oh... ok." Declan answered, "I'll start cooking. You can hang with Fi."

Logan watched Declan walk into the kitchen and then sat down beside Fiona.
"How are you?" Logan asked.

"How'd you get those cuts?" Fiona asked, ignoring his question.

Logan looked uneasy.

"How are you?" he repeated.

"What happened to your face?"

"I asked first."

"I'm fine. What happened?" Fiona asked, her arms crossed over her chest.

"My mom has a boyfriend... and he was drunk and got a little carried away. But I'm fine." Logan answered.
"Are you sure?" Fiona asked, sitting up.

"Look at you so concerned."
Fiona was silent, staring at Logan's cuts.

"And why do you care so much all the sudden?" Logan asked.

Fiona was still quiet. Finally she said, "Do they hurt?"

It was Logan's turn to be silent. "Yes... they do." he said at last.

Fiona got up and came back with some pills and two glasses of water. "Have you already taken pills for it?" she asked.

"No."
"These work great. Take two." Fiona said, pressing two pills into his palm and handing him some water.

She took some herself, and after she did Logan did too.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." Fiona said, sitting on the coffee table and setting the bottle of pills beside her.

"What have you been doing?" Logan asked.

"Nothing much." Fiona answered, "What have you been doing?"
"Missing you."

"You have?" Fiona asked.
"Yes, I have."

"I've missed you too."
"Really?" Logan asked.

"Yeah, you're one of my only friends."

"I'm one of your friends?"

"Of course." Fiona said.

How could Logan be hurt the same way that she was and not seem weak, but strong? She looked weak always, she knew it. She felt it. But he looked like he could care less about his cuts. He looked like his mother and her boyfriend drinking and hurting him was no big deal. If that happened to her, which in a way it did... she would be similar to how she was now. Logan looked strong.

"How do you do it?" she asked him.

"Do what?"

"Be like you are... brave." she replied.

"I do exactly what you're doing now. You're my role model." Logan said with a smile.

Fiona couldn't help but laugh. She decided to let the matter drop for now, but she'd ask again later.

She got up and sat beside Logan on the couch.

"See, I don't bight." he joked, smiling at her.

She looked down, slightly embarassed, biting down on her lower lip.

"We're not all like him." Logan said, seriously this time.

They were both silent for about a minute.

"I know." Fiona whispered.

He held out his hand to her, and she took it silently. She half expected him to yank her up when she did, slam her around. But Logan was gentle. All he wanted to do was hold her hand. He knew everything else made her uncomfortable and he didn't want her to feel that way. Logan was nice, she had to remind herself... over and over again.

"Maybe I'll take you to meet my friends sometime. We can play basketball together or something." Logan said.

"Basketball? I don't know much about any sport, aside from what they teach you in P.E."

"I'll teach you then." Logan answered.

Fiona thought about this for a few seconds. "Ok." she said finally.

"I've been wanting you to meet some of my friends for awhile." Logan said, "In fact after this I'm going to go shoot some hoops with them, if you'd care to come." Logan said.

He waited for Fiona to answer, but she didn't.

"You don't have to, of course." he added.

"No... I will." Fiona said.

Logan's face lit up. "You will?"

Fiona nodded.

Then she was silent and zoned out... Logan could tell. She was thinking about something.

"Fiona, what's wrong?" he asked.

She leaned against him and started crying. It was completely unexpected, since Logan still thought she was touchy around him.

He lightly put his arms around her, not wanting to make her feel weird... but still wanting to help.

It didn't seem like Fiona felt weird around him anymore, she had her arms around him tightly.

"Fiona..." Logan started.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, sitting back up and wiping her eyes.

"Don't be, if you don't want to go with me, for god's sake just tell me." he said.

"It's not that... Logan." Fiona whispered.

"What is it then?"

Fiona shook her head. She didn't feel like telling him, not now.

Logan didn't ask her anymore.

Declan came in, "The food is done and..." he stopped looking at Logan and Fiona, "The food is done." he said again. He walked into the other room.

Logan looked down at Fiona.

"You gonna be ok?" he asked her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

She nodded and got up, Logan behind her. They walked into the dining room.

Logan ate like he was starving, Fiona pushed her food around, Holly J and Declan ate slowly. They barely talked at all.

Afterwards, Logan told them where he and Fiona were going. Declan looked worried, he still didn't completely trust Logan... not 100% and he didn't even know who Logan's friends were. But Fiona was doing things, on her own. That was good.

Logan took Fiona's hand and walked out with her.

When they got to the basketball court, five other boys were already there.

"Logan's in the house!" one screamed, running over and giving Logan a high five.

"And look, he brought a little guest with him." the blonde haired boy said, seeing Fiona.

Fiona crept closer to Logan and he put his arm around her.

"Yeah... guys, this is Fiona." he said.

Fiona forced herself to smile and waved a little.

"Fiona, this is Tyler, Jordan, Trent, Ryan and Quinn." Logan said.

"Hi." Fiona whispered in a tiny voice.

"Is Fifi shy?" Ryan asked.

"Don't call her that." Logan said, looking a bit annoyed.

"Is it her sex name?" Ryan asked, laughing.

"Ew, no, it's something her ex used to call her, and she doesn't like it." Logan answered.

"So are you guys dating?" Quinn asked.

"No... not at the moment."

"So she's free?" Quinn asked with amusement.
Logan looked down at Fiona. "I don't think she wants to date anyone right now."

Ryan walked around behind her. "Maybe we can have a sexy party later, alone." he said, putting his hand on her shoulder. She flinched.

"It's just me princess." Ryan whispered into her ear.

"If you guys are going to be perverts then we'll just leave ok?" Logan asked.

Ryan held his hands up, "Just kidding man, I won't chase after your lady."

"She's not my lady. She's my friend, and I'd prefer if you left her alone."

Tyler tugged Ryan back and whispered something into his ear, staring at Fiona. Ryan looked at her too and then nodded.

"Sorry, Fiona. I may have been acting a bit innapropriate." Ryan said, eyeing her.

He sees my bruises, Fiona thought.

Logan drew is arm away from Fiona and took her by the hand. He led her over to the basketball hoop and handed her a ball.

"I don't know how to shoot." she whispered.

"Sure you do. Just try." Logan answered. The rest of the boys were watching with amusement.

Fiona threw the ball and it went no where near the hoop.
"Ok... maybe you don't." Logan said, running after the ball. It had flew pretty far.

Tyler walked over to Fiona, who flinched when he came near her.

"If any of these guys bother you, tell me ok? My sister, her boyfriend hurt her, I know how it is." Tyler said.

Fiona looked up at him for a second and then smiled. "Thanks." she whispered.

Logan came back and positioned Fiona's hands on the ball and helped her throw it. It came closer to the hoop this time.

They kept practicing until Logan said he should probably take Fiona home.

He said goodbye to his friends and said he'd see them again, same time tomarow.

On the way back to Fiona's house, Logan held her hand.
"Sorry... my friends are a little... they don't know you very well." Logan said.

"That's ok." Fiona said, "I liked some of them... all of them once they settled down."

"I'm sorry if they scared you."

"It's ok." Fiona said quietly.

They walked in silence for a few minutes.

"Thanks for teaching me to play basketball, though I doubt it did any good." Fiona said.

"You're pretty good for a beginer."

"I am?"

"Yes, you are." Logan said with a smile.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

More silence.

"If I was ever going to have a boyfriend again, it'd be you." Fiona said quietly.

Logan looked down at her as they walked.

"You don't act like the other boys. You act nicer." Fiona continued.

"I love you, Fiona." Logan said after a few seconds.
"I love you too." Fiona replied. Imediantally after she said it she acted scared.

"Don't say things you're afraid to say." Logan said, "And don't do things you don't want to do. I don't need you to."

They reached Fiona's house and Fiona wrapped her arms around him in a hug. He gladly returned it.

"I'll so you later, Fiona." Logan said.

"Bye, Logan." Fiona answered, giving him a small smile.

She walked inside the couch and sat down beside Declan.

"How was it?" Declan asked.

Fiona yawned, "I'm tired, we'll talk about it later."

She layed down and fell asleep.