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The Drifters
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Hallie, Logan, and their new tag-along, Grace, went to a small train car diner for lunch. It was quiet, not crowded, and no one would ask them any questions. Grace was sitting beside Hallie, across the little table from Logan.
Once they had gotten their food, Hallie figured it was time for some talking. She leaned sideways on the table so she was watching Grace. "So kid, how old are ya anyways?"
Grace smiled, sipping at her chocolate milkshake. "Eight. How old are you?" the girl raised her eyebrows.
Logan didn't seem to be paying attention, as he was primarily focused on consuming his steak sandwich.
"Twenty-two." Hallie answered, still leaning intently against the table.
"What about him?" Grace jerked a thumb towards Logan, still oblivious to their conversation.
"Logan's twenty-five." Hallie took a big sloppy bite of her sandwich, then slurped the rest of her coca-cola through the straw.
"You can't be my parents." Grace said almost sadly, pushing around the rest of her food with a fork. "You would've had to've been like fourteen when I was born."
Hallie laughed, nearly spitting out her food. "Whoa, damn, and you're eight?" She smiled. "Well uh...we can still be legal guardians...right Logan?"
He finally looked up, acknowledging that he was half-listening now. "Huh? Oh...sure, aunt and uncle or somethin'."
Hallie shrugged. "That'll work."
Grace smiled. "That's good, then I don't gotta call you mom and dad."
Logan snorted. "That's a relief." He took another bite of his burger. "We can't stay in Ohio anymore though."
Hallie and Grace both seemed to nod. Hallie looked from Logan to Grace thoughfully. "Where should we head to? Some no-name, middle o' nowhere town?"
"Sound's good ta me." Logan mumbled.
Grace piped up. "Hey guys! Can I get my own motorcycle helmet!?"
Hallie and Logan both looked at eachother, Logan's eyes narrowing as he stared at Grace. "Uh, maybe we should get a truck. It'll be a long drive anyways...."
Hallie nodded in agreement. "Yeh, that's a good idea."
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Later that day, Hallie had gathered up her things from her own hotel room and done a little shopping with Grace so she'd have more to wear. Hallie thought it a funny thing that the eight year old insisted in wearing mostly black clothes, just like she did.
After all the things they had to do, Hallie and Grace went back to Logan's hotel room to wait for him to finish getting their paperwork in changing their names and saying they were Grace's legal guardians, her aunt and uncle. "Hey kid, you look tired, why don't ya pull out the folding bed and hit the sack?"
"Okay..." Grace mumbled quietly, getting off the big bed where she was watching t.v. and scurrying towards the closet.
Once the bed was out and all made nice and neat, Grace got under the blankets and laid down. "Hey Hallie?"
"Hmm?" she glanced over at the girl as she started towards the bathroom to take a shower.
Grace blew a lock of her long black hair out of her face. "Is Logan your boyfriend?" she asked with a small smile.
Hallie laughed, shaking her head. "No girl, he's not. Logan's not the type to let a girl drag him down."
Grace just nodded, not really understanding what Hallie meant, but she was too sleepy to ask or wait for a long explanation. "Okay, 'night." She laid her head against her pillow, curling into a ball and falling asleep.
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Hallie came out of the shower dressed in a black pajama tank top and some black shorts. She stopped with a short gasp when she saw Logan laying on the bed in his boxers and a t-shirt, watching t.v. "Jeeze Logan, you scared me!"
"Shh...the kid's sleepin'." he gestured toward Grace in the pull out bed near the dresser.
Hallie smiled, arching an eyebrow. "Wow, you're really gettin' into this kid deal huh?" she smirked.
Logan grunted, rolling to the side as he started to sit up. "I'll sleep on the floor."
Hallie hopped on the bed. "Oh c'mon Logan, we're both adults. We can share the bed, that is...unless you can't handle it?" she smirked.
Logan rolled his eyes and leaned back against the pillows. "I think I can manage Hal." He was really grinning inside, knowing that he's wanted the chance to get closer to Hallie, but wasn't sure how to go about doing that.
Hallie got under the covers and rolled on her side. "'Night Logan, an' shut the t.v. will ya?"
Logan grabbed the t.v. remote and turned the power off, then reached for the light, glancing at Hallie for a second with a smirk. "No late night wake up calls this time right Hal?" Not getting a responce, Logan heard a small 'snurf' sound, and knew she had fallen asleep already. A smile made it's way to his lips and he laid back and went to sleep.
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The Drifters
*****
Hallie, Logan, and their new tag-along, Grace, went to a small train car diner for lunch. It was quiet, not crowded, and no one would ask them any questions. Grace was sitting beside Hallie, across the little table from Logan.
Once they had gotten their food, Hallie figured it was time for some talking. She leaned sideways on the table so she was watching Grace. "So kid, how old are ya anyways?"
Grace smiled, sipping at her chocolate milkshake. "Eight. How old are you?" the girl raised her eyebrows.
Logan didn't seem to be paying attention, as he was primarily focused on consuming his steak sandwich.
"Twenty-two." Hallie answered, still leaning intently against the table.
"What about him?" Grace jerked a thumb towards Logan, still oblivious to their conversation.
"Logan's twenty-five." Hallie took a big sloppy bite of her sandwich, then slurped the rest of her coca-cola through the straw.
"You can't be my parents." Grace said almost sadly, pushing around the rest of her food with a fork. "You would've had to've been like fourteen when I was born."
Hallie laughed, nearly spitting out her food. "Whoa, damn, and you're eight?" She smiled. "Well uh...we can still be legal guardians...right Logan?"
He finally looked up, acknowledging that he was half-listening now. "Huh? Oh...sure, aunt and uncle or somethin'."
Hallie shrugged. "That'll work."
Grace smiled. "That's good, then I don't gotta call you mom and dad."
Logan snorted. "That's a relief." He took another bite of his burger. "We can't stay in Ohio anymore though."
Hallie and Grace both seemed to nod. Hallie looked from Logan to Grace thoughfully. "Where should we head to? Some no-name, middle o' nowhere town?"
"Sound's good ta me." Logan mumbled.
Grace piped up. "Hey guys! Can I get my own motorcycle helmet!?"
Hallie and Logan both looked at eachother, Logan's eyes narrowing as he stared at Grace. "Uh, maybe we should get a truck. It'll be a long drive anyways...."
Hallie nodded in agreement. "Yeh, that's a good idea."
*****
Later that day, Hallie had gathered up her things from her own hotel room and done a little shopping with Grace so she'd have more to wear. Hallie thought it a funny thing that the eight year old insisted in wearing mostly black clothes, just like she did.
After all the things they had to do, Hallie and Grace went back to Logan's hotel room to wait for him to finish getting their paperwork in changing their names and saying they were Grace's legal guardians, her aunt and uncle. "Hey kid, you look tired, why don't ya pull out the folding bed and hit the sack?"
"Okay..." Grace mumbled quietly, getting off the big bed where she was watching t.v. and scurrying towards the closet.
Once the bed was out and all made nice and neat, Grace got under the blankets and laid down. "Hey Hallie?"
"Hmm?" she glanced over at the girl as she started towards the bathroom to take a shower.
Grace blew a lock of her long black hair out of her face. "Is Logan your boyfriend?" she asked with a small smile.
Hallie laughed, shaking her head. "No girl, he's not. Logan's not the type to let a girl drag him down."
Grace just nodded, not really understanding what Hallie meant, but she was too sleepy to ask or wait for a long explanation. "Okay, 'night." She laid her head against her pillow, curling into a ball and falling asleep.
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Hallie came out of the shower dressed in a black pajama tank top and some black shorts. She stopped with a short gasp when she saw Logan laying on the bed in his boxers and a t-shirt, watching t.v. "Jeeze Logan, you scared me!"
"Shh...the kid's sleepin'." he gestured toward Grace in the pull out bed near the dresser.
Hallie smiled, arching an eyebrow. "Wow, you're really gettin' into this kid deal huh?" she smirked.
Logan grunted, rolling to the side as he started to sit up. "I'll sleep on the floor."
Hallie hopped on the bed. "Oh c'mon Logan, we're both adults. We can share the bed, that is...unless you can't handle it?" she smirked.
Logan rolled his eyes and leaned back against the pillows. "I think I can manage Hal." He was really grinning inside, knowing that he's wanted the chance to get closer to Hallie, but wasn't sure how to go about doing that.
Hallie got under the covers and rolled on her side. "'Night Logan, an' shut the t.v. will ya?"
Logan grabbed the t.v. remote and turned the power off, then reached for the light, glancing at Hallie for a second with a smirk. "No late night wake up calls this time right Hal?" Not getting a responce, Logan heard a small 'snurf' sound, and knew she had fallen asleep already. A smile made it's way to his lips and he laid back and went to sleep.
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