Note: Thank you tons everyone for your kind reviews! My Logan-muse has been bragging all day. lol. Here's another chapter...not too much happens but it will soon! Please stick around! If ya do, I might be able to get Logan to make us some cookies! *laughs*
The Drifters
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Logan and Grace were standing outside the hotel with all their things when a big old red truck pulled infront of them. Hallie leaned out the window from the driver's seat and smiled, waving to them. "Hey guys." she hopped out of the truck and starting picking up their bags and tossing them in the bed of the truck.
Logan arched an eyebrow, staring at the truck. "Where's yer bike?"
Hallie just shrugged. "Oh, I hadta trade it in for this." she smiled. "Well, it was either my bike or yours, and your Harley is in better shape."
Logan snorted. "Damn right. You only had a lousy Suzuki anyways." he smirked slyly, and started towards the other side of the parking lot. "I better get my bike."
Hallie laughed and nodded, standing infront of Grace. "Hey kid. You want some donuts?"
Grace beamed. "Sure!" she practically dove inside the truck as Hallie pointed to where the donuts were.
Hallie pulled a wooden board from the bed of the pickup and set it up as a ramp as Logan came back with his motorcycle. She waved him over with a smile. "C'mon slow poke, let's get movin'."
Logan half smiled. "Alright, alright, I'm comin'." He pushed his bike toward the truck and started up the ramp.
Hallie climbed in the back to help pull the bike in, though she knew Logan didn't really need the help.
"So, who's drivin'?"
Hallie shrugged. "You." she told him with a smile. "The truck's got back seats, so there's plenty of room for Grace an' everything."
Logan nodded. "Alright, then what're we waitin' for? Let's get a move on."
Hallie and Logan both got into the truck, prepared to leave their old life behind. For them this was nothing new, they had both moved around alot, never staying in one place for very long. Grace had been at the orphanage most of her life, so this was sort of a big change, but she was welcoming it with open arms, happy to call Logan and Hallie 'family'.
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Out on the road, Hallie kept glancing at Grace in the back seat. She turned back to Logan, who was focused completely on the road and nothing else. "Hey, Logan." she waved a hand infront of his face when he didn't respond.
Logan shook his head, glancing at Hallie, then back on the road. "Yeh?"
She shifted in her seat. "We should probably cut Grace's hair. Ya know, so no one recognizes her or anythin'. I mean, what if that orphanage reported her missing?"
Logan just nodded. "Alright, we'll get the kid a haircut then."
Grace heard herself being spoken of and leaned against the back of Hallie's seat, pushing her long black hair behind her ears. "Hey, can I get red streaks like Hallie!?"
Logan laughed and Hallie just turned and looked at Grace. "I think just a cut. Maybe later you can get some color." she winked.
Grace sighed, flopping back against her seat. "Okay..."
Logan squinted his eyes, adjusting the visor so the sun wasn't blinding him. He rolled down the window and let his arm hang over the side. "There's a strip mall up ahead, we can stop there and get some scissors and whatever else we'll need."
Grace's eyes widened. "You two are gonna cut my hair?!" she asked in non-belief.
Hallie laughed. "Don't worry kid, we won't mess ya up...too bad anyways." she joked.
Grace smacked her hand against the back of the seat, making Hallie laugh. "That's not funny!"
Logan just sighed, taking the exit to the mall.
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Grace ran a hand through her now, very short, black hair. She wrinkled her nose slightly, frowning. "It's short." she grumbled.
Hallie smiled lopsidedly. "Sorry kid, it hadta be a big change from your old look." she shrugged.
Grace sighed, looking at Logan. "What do ya think?" she tried for a smile.
Logan glanced back at her from the driver's seat of the big old truck. "Look's fine." Like he really knew what to say anyway. He started up the truck again and began pulling out of the parking lot. "We should get goin'."
Hallie nodded, leaning back in her seat and resting her head against the window. "Anyone else want lunch?"
"I do." Grace replied quietly from the back, still playing with her hair.
Logan grunted. "There ain't much around here, but first food place we see, I'll stop."
Hallie and Grace both nodded and they drove on once again.
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The Drifters
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Logan and Grace were standing outside the hotel with all their things when a big old red truck pulled infront of them. Hallie leaned out the window from the driver's seat and smiled, waving to them. "Hey guys." she hopped out of the truck and starting picking up their bags and tossing them in the bed of the truck.
Logan arched an eyebrow, staring at the truck. "Where's yer bike?"
Hallie just shrugged. "Oh, I hadta trade it in for this." she smiled. "Well, it was either my bike or yours, and your Harley is in better shape."
Logan snorted. "Damn right. You only had a lousy Suzuki anyways." he smirked slyly, and started towards the other side of the parking lot. "I better get my bike."
Hallie laughed and nodded, standing infront of Grace. "Hey kid. You want some donuts?"
Grace beamed. "Sure!" she practically dove inside the truck as Hallie pointed to where the donuts were.
Hallie pulled a wooden board from the bed of the pickup and set it up as a ramp as Logan came back with his motorcycle. She waved him over with a smile. "C'mon slow poke, let's get movin'."
Logan half smiled. "Alright, alright, I'm comin'." He pushed his bike toward the truck and started up the ramp.
Hallie climbed in the back to help pull the bike in, though she knew Logan didn't really need the help.
"So, who's drivin'?"
Hallie shrugged. "You." she told him with a smile. "The truck's got back seats, so there's plenty of room for Grace an' everything."
Logan nodded. "Alright, then what're we waitin' for? Let's get a move on."
Hallie and Logan both got into the truck, prepared to leave their old life behind. For them this was nothing new, they had both moved around alot, never staying in one place for very long. Grace had been at the orphanage most of her life, so this was sort of a big change, but she was welcoming it with open arms, happy to call Logan and Hallie 'family'.
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Out on the road, Hallie kept glancing at Grace in the back seat. She turned back to Logan, who was focused completely on the road and nothing else. "Hey, Logan." she waved a hand infront of his face when he didn't respond.
Logan shook his head, glancing at Hallie, then back on the road. "Yeh?"
She shifted in her seat. "We should probably cut Grace's hair. Ya know, so no one recognizes her or anythin'. I mean, what if that orphanage reported her missing?"
Logan just nodded. "Alright, we'll get the kid a haircut then."
Grace heard herself being spoken of and leaned against the back of Hallie's seat, pushing her long black hair behind her ears. "Hey, can I get red streaks like Hallie!?"
Logan laughed and Hallie just turned and looked at Grace. "I think just a cut. Maybe later you can get some color." she winked.
Grace sighed, flopping back against her seat. "Okay..."
Logan squinted his eyes, adjusting the visor so the sun wasn't blinding him. He rolled down the window and let his arm hang over the side. "There's a strip mall up ahead, we can stop there and get some scissors and whatever else we'll need."
Grace's eyes widened. "You two are gonna cut my hair?!" she asked in non-belief.
Hallie laughed. "Don't worry kid, we won't mess ya up...too bad anyways." she joked.
Grace smacked her hand against the back of the seat, making Hallie laugh. "That's not funny!"
Logan just sighed, taking the exit to the mall.
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Grace ran a hand through her now, very short, black hair. She wrinkled her nose slightly, frowning. "It's short." she grumbled.
Hallie smiled lopsidedly. "Sorry kid, it hadta be a big change from your old look." she shrugged.
Grace sighed, looking at Logan. "What do ya think?" she tried for a smile.
Logan glanced back at her from the driver's seat of the big old truck. "Look's fine." Like he really knew what to say anyway. He started up the truck again and began pulling out of the parking lot. "We should get goin'."
Hallie nodded, leaning back in her seat and resting her head against the window. "Anyone else want lunch?"
"I do." Grace replied quietly from the back, still playing with her hair.
Logan grunted. "There ain't much around here, but first food place we see, I'll stop."
Hallie and Grace both nodded and they drove on once again.
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