Note: The lyrics in this chapter are from 'Hey Montana' by Eve 6.
The Drifters
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Logan sat up, blindling looking around in the darkness of the hotel room. He heard some muffled crying and thought it had been Grace, but rolling over he noticed that it was Hallie. He gently shook her shoulder to try and wake her up. "Hallie?"
She opened her eyes slowly, putting her hand on top of the one on her shoulder. "Logan?" Hallie whispered slowly. She sat up, absently brushing tears from her cheek.
"You were cryin' in yer sleep." He told her softly, furrowing his eyebrows when he saw the reflection of the tear rolling down her soft cheeks. "Ya wanna talk about it?"
Hallie shook her head, getting closer to Logan. She wrapped her arms around his middle and rested her head up against his chest as he leaned back on the pillows again. "No. Just...hold me okay?"
Logan smiled slightly, hesitantly putting a hand on her back. He leaned forward, kissing the top of her head. "Sure Hal." He whispered softly, listening to her fall back into dreamland. Logan had no idea what could make her cry in her sleep like that, and he knew it was something that meant alot to her, and if she didn't want to talk about it, she probably never would. She was alot like him that way, Logan wasn't a stranger to nightmares either. He often remembered waking in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, sometimes wishing then there was a girl to hold him. Maybe eventually, there would be.
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No one sees the color of your eyes
No one sees you smile
No one knows the secrets that you hide
No one sees you cry
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Hallie opened her eyes slowly, shifting in her position as she lay against Logan. She smiled for a second, then carefully slipped out from his tender grasp, rolling off the bed and getting to her feet. She peered through the dimness of the room at the bright neon glow of the alarm clock that read: 5:07a.m. She stood infront of the window for a moment, then pulled her duffle bag out from underneath the bed and grabbed some clothes to get dressed.
Hallie pulled on a pair of boots, slowly creeping towards the pull out bed where Grace slept and standing over her. The little girl looked so peaceful there, almost like a little angel, though this kid was no angel. Hallie smiled to herself, thinking of how Grace reminder her of herself. She stood beside the door, watching Logan for a few seconds before she slipped out.
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"Hey, hey Uncle Logan wake up!"
He opened his eyes blearily and found Grace standing beside the bed, staring him in the face. "Don't call me that." he grumbled, letting his arm flop over the side of the bed.
Grace rolled her eyes. She smiled slyly and grabbed his arm, pulling back as hard as she could. "Get up!"
Logan was now half way pulled off the bed, until suddenly Grace yanked on his arm one more time, his top half out weighing his bottom half and he tumbled onto the floor.
Grace laughed out loud, not paying any attention to the glare that Logan was giving her. She then stood with her arms crossed as he groaned and finally stood up.
He looked around, stretching and yawning. "Where's Hallie?" Logan looked down at Grace.
She just shrugged and pointed to something on the bed. "I dunno. But she left a note."
For a second Logan's heart caught in his throat. He feared that she took off, like he often did. Maybe she felt they were getting too close. He picked the note up slowly, almost unable to read the words.
Hey Logan- Just went to grab us that truck. Be ready to leave when I get back. -HALLIE
Logan let out the breath he was holding, relieved. He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at Grace. "Start pickin' up yer shi...er...stuff." He caught himself before saying something that wasn't for little ears to hear. That was going to take getting used to. "We gotta be ready ta get goin' once Hallie's back."
Grace smirked for a second, waving a little finger at Logan. "I know what you were gonna say. I'm not stupid ya know!" she rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, you don't gotta hold back when I'm around just 'cause I'm eight. Trust me, I heard worse."
Logan laughed, shaking his head as he watched Grace put her fold out together and shove it back in the closet. He started picking up his clothes, taking out some to wear, then shoved everything else in his bag.
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The Drifters
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Logan sat up, blindling looking around in the darkness of the hotel room. He heard some muffled crying and thought it had been Grace, but rolling over he noticed that it was Hallie. He gently shook her shoulder to try and wake her up. "Hallie?"
She opened her eyes slowly, putting her hand on top of the one on her shoulder. "Logan?" Hallie whispered slowly. She sat up, absently brushing tears from her cheek.
"You were cryin' in yer sleep." He told her softly, furrowing his eyebrows when he saw the reflection of the tear rolling down her soft cheeks. "Ya wanna talk about it?"
Hallie shook her head, getting closer to Logan. She wrapped her arms around his middle and rested her head up against his chest as he leaned back on the pillows again. "No. Just...hold me okay?"
Logan smiled slightly, hesitantly putting a hand on her back. He leaned forward, kissing the top of her head. "Sure Hal." He whispered softly, listening to her fall back into dreamland. Logan had no idea what could make her cry in her sleep like that, and he knew it was something that meant alot to her, and if she didn't want to talk about it, she probably never would. She was alot like him that way, Logan wasn't a stranger to nightmares either. He often remembered waking in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, sometimes wishing then there was a girl to hold him. Maybe eventually, there would be.
*****
No one sees the color of your eyes
No one sees you smile
No one knows the secrets that you hide
No one sees you cry
*****
Hallie opened her eyes slowly, shifting in her position as she lay against Logan. She smiled for a second, then carefully slipped out from his tender grasp, rolling off the bed and getting to her feet. She peered through the dimness of the room at the bright neon glow of the alarm clock that read: 5:07a.m. She stood infront of the window for a moment, then pulled her duffle bag out from underneath the bed and grabbed some clothes to get dressed.
Hallie pulled on a pair of boots, slowly creeping towards the pull out bed where Grace slept and standing over her. The little girl looked so peaceful there, almost like a little angel, though this kid was no angel. Hallie smiled to herself, thinking of how Grace reminder her of herself. She stood beside the door, watching Logan for a few seconds before she slipped out.
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"Hey, hey Uncle Logan wake up!"
He opened his eyes blearily and found Grace standing beside the bed, staring him in the face. "Don't call me that." he grumbled, letting his arm flop over the side of the bed.
Grace rolled her eyes. She smiled slyly and grabbed his arm, pulling back as hard as she could. "Get up!"
Logan was now half way pulled off the bed, until suddenly Grace yanked on his arm one more time, his top half out weighing his bottom half and he tumbled onto the floor.
Grace laughed out loud, not paying any attention to the glare that Logan was giving her. She then stood with her arms crossed as he groaned and finally stood up.
He looked around, stretching and yawning. "Where's Hallie?" Logan looked down at Grace.
She just shrugged and pointed to something on the bed. "I dunno. But she left a note."
For a second Logan's heart caught in his throat. He feared that she took off, like he often did. Maybe she felt they were getting too close. He picked the note up slowly, almost unable to read the words.
Hey Logan- Just went to grab us that truck. Be ready to leave when I get back. -HALLIE
Logan let out the breath he was holding, relieved. He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at Grace. "Start pickin' up yer shi...er...stuff." He caught himself before saying something that wasn't for little ears to hear. That was going to take getting used to. "We gotta be ready ta get goin' once Hallie's back."
Grace smirked for a second, waving a little finger at Logan. "I know what you were gonna say. I'm not stupid ya know!" she rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, you don't gotta hold back when I'm around just 'cause I'm eight. Trust me, I heard worse."
Logan laughed, shaking his head as he watched Grace put her fold out together and shove it back in the closet. He started picking up his clothes, taking out some to wear, then shoved everything else in his bag.
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