Disclaimer:I own everyone except the real Teen Titans.
This, is by far, the longest chapter I have ever written. It is like, 6200 words, and 14 pages. Whoa, this is a lot. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!
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Corrie laughed, shoving Logan with her shoulder playfully. They had stayed inside the janitors closet until the last bell, then had decided to walk home, even though the rain pored down on them like a waterfall. It blinded, it soaked, but both were ignored by the two teens who were confused with the emotions they were feeling, they were scared, nervous, but in love, though they would never admit it. They walked hand in hand, though they made the excuse that they didn't want the other to fall because of the wet sidewalk.
Logan laughed at something Corrie said about their past, which had to do with something stupid Logan had done when he was small. Corrie grinned as they lapsed into a comfortable silence. It felt good, talking to him like this. This was what she had wished for. Pushing back his wet hair, Logan looked around. Instantly, he was knocked to the ground hard, his jaw pounding and blood filling his mouth. He spit out the blood, then glanced up with a glare. It was Aries and Thane. Thane held Corrie's waist, pinning her arms at her side with a sick gleam in his eye.
Aries laughed down at Logan, arms crossed over his chest. "Told you I would have her." He walked toward Corrie, who was fighting against Thane with every ounce of strength she had. She kicked behind her, hitting her target, and Thane grunted, dropping to his knees and letting Corrie go. She landed on her feet gracefully, but was shoved against the wall hard. Aries grinned down at her. He had her arms pinned above her head, and he had a leg thrust between hers, so she could not fight against him. For a brief second, fear flashed in her green eyes. She had no way to fight back, to defend herself. Was this why her parents wanted Logan to protect her? For the first time, she wished someone would save her. She couldn't do this by herself, not without consequences.
Logan flipped himself back to his feet by pushing himself up with his hands, and landing at a crouch. His violet eyes flashed with anger, clouding his judgment. Animal traits took over his human side, and when he attacked Aries, he meant to kill. But Aries had been prepared. With a snap of his fingers, Thane was up again, as if he was controlled, and was lifting Logan off the ground, the pressure he was putting on Logan's chest almost crushing the bones.
He heard a ripping sound and caught sight of Corrie's torn blouse and Aries kissing her with such a force it had to be bruising her. And he fought against Thane so hard and so fast that the slow bully never saw it coming. For the second time that day, the brute hit his knees.
Logan rammed himself against Aries side so that they both hit the ground. Corrie clutched her torn blouse closer to her, and hit her knees, shock taking over. She had almost...he had almost...oh God. She couldn't think. She knew her lips were bruised and bloody, but she didn't care. Couldn't care.
Logan pounded his fist into Aries's face, and he couldn't stop. His knuckles were torn and bloody, but when he thought about what could have happened to Corrie, he couldn't stop. Thane came up, grabbing Logan's collar and lifting him of the ground. With a flick of his thick wrist, Thane sent Logan flying into the wall with such a force that bricks were cracked. His head was swimming and he was seeing two of everything. When Aries came up to him, bloodied, he couldn't tell which one was the real one. Aries wiped the blood from his nose, kicking Logan's ribs. Stars, at least he though they were stars, exploded like fire crackers in his head. The last thing he saw was Corrie, behind Aries, hit him over the head with something, something that could do serious damage. Then darkness filled his world.
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When he opened his eyes, the first thing that he saw was Corrie, leaning over him, her eyes worried. They were still in the alley, and Aries was still lying there, knocked out, and Thane was standing there, his dark eyes filled with hate, standing over him. And those eyes were aimed at Corrie. But, instead of attacking, he picked Aries up like a baby, and left, but Logan knew it wouldn't be the last time they saw them, or the last time they tried to...he couldn't think of it.
Corrie pushed hair out of his eyes and smiled. "How are you feeling?"
Logan grunted. "Like I was slammed against the wall then kicked really hard." She smiled.
"But it helps, seeing your bra." She glanced down, blushed, and hit him over the head lightly, grabbing her torn shirt with one hand. Even the small hit hurt him. He groaned, and she actually felt guilty. "I'm so sorry, Logan. I...I can't think you enough for...for saving me. If you had not have come with me...who knows what would have happened... but thank you." Tears filled her eyes and she pressed his hand to her cheek. "I...I can't thank you enough." He tried to sit up, to comfort her, but his head was still swimming.
"Could you help me up, please?" She nodded, and had trouble lifting him up, but managed nonetheless. When he was sitting up, her grabbed her and just hugged her, and he felt her press her face into his shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her knew she was holding back tears. He stroked her back and neck, playing with her hair that was now loose and hanging down her back. "It's okay, Corrie. You need to cry." And she did. She sobbed hard, her shoulders shaking from the action. And it wasn't all about the near rape, but of other things she had held back for years because she though tears useless. But, she couldn't hold this back, not now, now that she was in his arms. Like this, she felt like she was vulnerable, like he saw the real Corrie, the girl who was scared to death when attacked, who was afraid to be alone, afraid to be detested and judged.
She cried until her throat was parched, and her chest hurt. She hiccupped, and he gave a small laugh, his grip tightening.
She pulled back, her eyes red, but to him, she was still beautiful. He gave her a small smile, then ran a finger over her bruised bottom lip. His gave traveled down to where his fingers rested, then back to her face. She sniffed, her lips parted, and then she leaned in just as he did.
She sighed when their lips met, and her arms tightened around his neck. The minute their lips touched, it felt like a bolt of electricity ran through them, and their kiss deepened. He pulled her into her lap, his arms loosely around her waist.
They stayed like that for a while, and when they pulled back, their breathing ragged and deep, they blushed. Logan stood up with her, and when her feet touched the ground, he still never pulled back.
He stuttered. "I...I, uh, guess, we, uh, be—better head back home."
She laughed, deep sounding, and winked at him. "If I didn't know better, I would think that you are nervous." She wrapped her arms around his waist to keep him steady, since his head was still getting over the hard hit he sustained, and also, he was still a little lightheaded.
The rain still poured, mixing blood with water, and was now pounding down on them hard, harder than it had before they were attacked. It took twenty minutes to reach the tower. When they stepped in, Corrie's shirt torn and her lips bruised, and Logan stumbling and blood dripping down his temple, their parents were up in an instant, cooing over wounds and crying in anger.
Coriander promised that she wasn't hurt, but it was Logan that needed help. As Kern worked his magic on Logan, his eyes traveled over Corrie. She was pale, too pale, and her eyes looked bigger than they usually were. She excused herself from the room, gripping her blouse, her head bowed, her steps fast.
When she was gone, Kern said, his eyes never leaving his work, "She is scared. More so than she has ever been. It has never been that close before, and now she fears that she will not be able to protect herself. Someone needs to reminder her of her strength, of the power she holds. And I think that someone should be you, Logan. She trusts you more than anyone, but I would wait until the time is right. She will be in the weight room when you need to speak with her."
Logan watched the old man, who had become like a second father, and nodded. Beast Boy patted his son's shoulder. "You need to rest for a while, Logan." Logan again nodded, standing up on shaky legs. His father helped him to his room and sat him down on the bed. With one last look, his father left.
Logan plopped down on the pillow, then sat back up, rubbing his already sore head. Something was under his pillow. Then he remembered what it was. He snuck his hand under it, pulling out the diary. And he slowly opened the first page and read:
To me, diaries are meaningless. But I have no other way to express what I feel, so I will lower myself down and write in this thing.
Where to begin? For years, I have watched women fawn over Logan, love him, and when jealousy would take root, I would be confused. But, not long ago, I realized why it would hurt so much when he talked about me behind my back, when he would ignore me and call me annoying and a waste of his time. It was because...because I loved him, still love him, to this day. It used to be that I never really believed in love. I used to think it was an emotion people made up for Valentine's Day to sell candy and flowers. But then I see my parents and Logan's parents. They are so in love with each other that they don't even have to say it in words. They can just tell. And that is what I want. But I can never get it from Logan. He is not the type to say sweet words, or to give romantic gifts. I know it's not like me, but...that's what I want. I want someone who will tell me they love me, someone who will never look at another girl, someone who wants to spend the rest of their life with me. Everything that Logan can't do. He would never want to spend his life with me. He can't even spend one night with me, much less the rest of his life. And anyways, I have a feeling, that when we do fight Apollo...I don't think I'll make it. I mean my mom almost did not make it, and she is much stronger than me. Raven also. She was almost killed, so what does that mean for me? I can't even prevent a fist, much less a demon. I can't count all the times I was attacked and beaten. I tell people that I fight back, but...the truth is...I never get a chance to fight back. And I was almost raped, but, thankfully, Dru was there and protected me. But still, I can still feel Thane's hands on me, ripping at my clothes and trying to pull my skirt down. I...I don't think I will ever let anyone touch me again. Not like that. I have never told anyone about that, not even Rhea or Starlight, but I have a weird feeling that they know. The same goes for Kern. I tried to tell Logan once, but he just told me he didn't care, that if I could get hit, then I could stop it. So, I quit talking to him, and he didn't seem to mind.
Kern came to me the other day and told me that I needed to protect myself, that I needed to know how to fight. So, today, which is also my 15th birthday, he will teach me to fight, hand to hand. I know how to fight with guns, and other weapons, but I don't know how to do anything else, like hit. So, he will teach me. He says it will also come in handy when I go up against Apollo. I have nothing to worry about when it comes to Logan. He knows how to do almost everything. Damn, when I read this over, it seems like I'm feeling sorry for myself. But, truly, I'm not. I know things happen for a reason, and maybe when these guys beat me, or try to rape me, I deserve it. People at my school hate me, for who I am, for what I wear, which confuses me, considering we wear school uniforms. And this one girl, Theresa, she is the worst. She is so much viler and more sinister than Thane, for she uses Logan against me. She hits me emotionally, and I can't defend my heart like I can my body, so it hurts worse. I have no idea how she found out about my love for Logan, but she did. Maybe she can just tell, or, I don't know, but it still hurts. She tells me about when she sleeps with him and how it feels, which is totally supposed to be private, but she had no pride, so, she tells me everything he does. Yuck, gross, totally unnecessary especially since she always goes into detail about it. But, she uses it against me nonetheless. Ooh, one of these days, I'm going to give her a black eye. So now you know what I go through. Well, actually, this is just a minor part of my life. I could go for days telling you about everything, but this sort of sums it up. It's getting late and I have a horrendous day ahead of me tomorrow. School.
There was more, but Logan was too shocked to read the rest. She was in love with him? It hurt when he ignored her? She was in love with him? And the fact that Theresa told Corrie everything they did together made his blood boil. That was so...wrong. He flipped through a couple more pages, and stopped when he came to her drawings. He held the book close to his face, then held it back out. He blinked a couple of times, then just stared. He never knew she could draw so well. The people she drew, it seemed as if she captured the emotion in each portrait. He flipped through some more, when he saw a wonderful drawing of him and...Theresa kissing. She had drawn horns on Theresa, and she was looking over his shoulder, staring out of the page with victory, as if she had won. Her eyes were red, her short hair spiked, and her clothes skimpy, like the way she dressed out of school. The next one was of him, looking at Theresa as if she was God's gift. And the look that Corrie had drawn was one that he often saw on Theresa...when she was looking at Corrie. Pure hate, victory, and dominance. It portrayed what Corrie though Theresa really was. A she-devil in disguise. She had drawn her as a monster, as a witch, and what Corrie saw when she obviously saw Logan and Theresa together. There was more, but Logan threw down the book, jumped up, since the dizziness had long passed, and made his way to the weight room where Corrie was bound to be.
She was doing a roundhouse kick to the punching bag when she caught Logan watching her, leaning against the wall beside the door. She blinked, dropping her hands, which had been fisted, to her side. She blushed when he never took his eyes from her, and started to shift her weight from foot to foot at his intent gaze. She glanced down at her attire, and wished she would have dressed in a over sized T-shirt and long pants, instead of the tight white tank top and short maroon shorts. She glanced up, startled to find him standing in front of her.
"I...uh...what are you doing here, Logan?"
He didn't say anything, just watched her with eyes filled with an emotion she had never seen in him, and she couldn't tell what it was.
"Logan? Are you okay?" She drew her brows together in worry. She lifted a hand to his forehead, checking for fever. "Maybe that hit to your head did more damage than I thought. Hmm." She pulled her hand back, raising a brow when he just stared at her. She crossed her arms, leaning her weight in on foot. "Okay, sure, stare. But it will last longer if you take a picture."
And then he blurted out, "I took your diary and read it."
She blinked, her eyes widening. "Wh—what? What did you just say? I better not have heard you right."
"I...I know." Was all that he said to her, a blush staining his cheeks.
She raised an eyebrow, hoping she looked as if she didn't care. "What do you mean you know?"
"I know what really happened with Thane, what Theresa says to you, that you love me, that Kern did not teach you martial arts until your 15th birthday, that—"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did you just say that you knew that I loved you?" She would have laughed it off, protecting what dignity she had left, but the surprise was too much for her to just blow it off so simply.
"Uh...yeah." She blinked again, fast, and before he had time to duck, her foot lifted and kicked the side of his head with a simple twist of her hips. He hit the ground, and had to dodge a kick to the ribs. H e rolled on his stomach when she tried to kick him again, and then when he was on his backside, she easily lifted him by the collar, though his feet still touched the ground. He blinked at her brute strength, but when he looked at her eyes, he wished she would just kill him and be done with it. Fire flashed in her eyes, the anger and humiliation making her eyes bright and dangerous.
"Look, Corrie, I—"
"Don't you dare 'Look Corrie' me! I should rip you to tiny shreds, and send you to Theresa in little pieces."
She let go of his collar, lifted her foot again, and started to kick, but this time, when he would duck on way, her foot would follow at an inhumane speed, and he barley dodged them. When he could actually see her foot with out being kicked, he grabbed it, holding it tightly. But, obviously, Kern trained her well. Almost too well, for she twisted, using her other foot to kick the side of his head. Damn, he thought. She loves to kick people.
She landed with in a crouch, where one foot was spread out beside her, one leg almost doing the splits. If he were not fighting for his life, he would have admired the move. And her long ass legs, but she was up again, and hungering for blood. His blood.
The rest of the adults crowded in the doorway, betting money on who would win. Beast Boy was the only one who rooted for Logan, though when Corrie sent him sprawling onto his back, he begged for another bet, but Raven told him no. They decided that if Logan, which would be a miracle, or if it was a tie, won, they would give the money to the kids, so they could go and buy medical supplies, though they knew the only one who needed it would be Logan. Cyborg and Beast Boy wanted to run out and sell tickets, but then the fighting started to heat up, to where Logan actually flipped her over his shoulder, and the men instantly shut up, wishing for popcorn.
When he threw her over his shoulder, she landed on her feet with a cat-like grace, growling low in her throat. Which was a very pleasing sound to him, but he never had time to dwell on it, for she had pounced on him, knocking them both to the ground. She straddled his hips, her legs pinning his arms to his side, her eyes flashing with victory.
"I will make sure you suffer extreme pain for what you have done, Logan. Oh, how I wish you had a stupid middle name, so I could post it on the school Internet or something like that. Damn our parents for wanting us to be unique." He tried to pull his hands from their tight grip against her legs, but damn if she didn't have an Olympic runners muscles. And he kept brushing something that he was not supposed to. She grinned, knowing he could not move. She sat down harder on his stomach, delighting in the grunt he let out.
She tapped a long finger to her chin. "Now, what would cause you severe and excruciating pain? Lets see...it would have to be something that you would miss...and, I have a feeling that that something would be a very, very, important body part."
His gorgeous violet eye widened. "Oh no. You wouldn't dare. Don't even think like that."
"Yes...yes, your right. Anyways, it is too small for me to worry about." At the fire in his eyes, she threw back her head and laughed. "That was below the belt, Coriander."
"Yes, I am aware that what I did planned to separate from you is beneath the belt." They could hear chuckles from the doorway, but ignored them, knowing full and well that their parents' and friends were betting on who would win.
He grunted. "No, that is not...oh, damn, never mind what I said."
She laughed, tilting her head to the side so her ponytail fell over her shoulder and onto his chest.
"Come on Corrie. Is this really necessary? I mean I saved you today. I should get some credit for that."
She glared down at him. "No...no, you get no credit for that, especially since you know my deepest," she leaned down, enticing him completely, "darkest," her voice was deep, as if she were seducing him, which she was, "secret," her mouth was only inches from his, her breath warm on his face, "and I cannot let you get away with that." He swallowed as she brushed her lips over his and then...she moved her knee and rammed it between his legs.
All the guys 'Oooohed!" and covered their own crotches. The girls were bent at the waist, laughing, and Corrie patted Logan's pain filled face, and stood up, heading for the doorway. The girls followed her out, promising a huge dinner, just them, for this and her birthday, which was tomorrow, at a fancy restaurant, and the men all went to comfort Logan in his immense pain. All Logan could think was, well, other than pain, so much pain, was one word. Revenge.
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For dinner, the girls dressed in gowns, for the restaurant they were attending, was for royalty, and people with the money to afford gowns. It was almost like a ball, and the girls were looking forward to it. Coriander chose a simple white gown with no shoulder, and a full skirt. Raven's dress was blue with thin straps, and Starfire chose a gown similar to her daughters, save it was purple. Rhea and Starlight went all out and chose a gown with lace and long sleeves. And Caitlin planned on wearing red, to stand out amongst the crowd. Corrie curled her hair so it fell in ringlets down her back, and pulled half of it back. As she pulled on her high-heeled white shoes, a knock sounded at her door. She sat up, teetering on the heels for a moment, and made it to the door.
She opened it, only to find a gawking Logan. She smiled at him and reached up and gently closed his jaw. "Sorry, you were starting to drool."
He blinked. "I...uh...you look...uh...beautiful." He blushed at what he said, drawing a deep chuckle from her. "Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me, the girls are waiting." She almost walked past him when he held her arm.
"Wait. I was going to ask you something but I forgot it. Uh...oh, yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to practice tomorrow. I will defiantly be ready for you." He winked at her, and she laughed again. And then he noticed it. She was not wearing black, or a dark color, but white. It could have been because she had no other gown, or because she like the design, but she was wearing a bright color, and it amazed him. And she laughed more. Much more, though today, she seemed to be laughing because she kicked his ass, but still, it was a far cry from what she used to be.
She raised an eyebrow in challenge. "Are you sure you want to go through that humiliation again?"
He gave her a mock glare. "You just got lucky because you used seduction. And you did it like a pro. Have you been doing something that I should know about?"
Her mouth opened in surprise, then she hit his shoulder. Hard. Either she was really strong, or he was getting weak. "Damn, you hit hard. It doesn't take you long to learn, does it?" The embarrassment she sustained earlier erupted, and she was ready to knee him again, but he took off at a dead run down the hall. He turned the corner, her laughter following him.
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After they ordered their food, they talked about, well, what women do best. Men.
Caitlin tore off a piece of bread and bit into it lightly. "So, Corrie, what's with you and that kiss you gave Logan earlier?"
Corrie glanced up, shocked. "Hmm?"
Caitlin leaned closer, as did the rest. "I said, what about you and this kiss you planted on Logan earlier?"
She blushed, her neck and chest also turning red, which was a startling color against her pale dress. "I...uh...it was just to distract him, that's all. I was just leading him on."
The girls laughed at her sad excuse. Caitlin rolled her eyes. "Umm hmm. That was what I said when I started to get to know Cyborg. And look where I am now." She glanced down at her swollen stomach, and rubbed it. "This will be our third. Were hoping for a girl, since the other two are boys."
Corrie smiled. I wonder what it would feel like to carry Logan's child...whoa, hold the phone! Now that is getting a little out of hand. Whew, don't want to go there. Or do I?
Her mother's voice snapped her back to reality. "So, there really is some affection between you and Logan." Her mother grinned, dragging many men's gazes.
Corrie blushed. "I, I don't know really. I mean he read my diary, which said everything, yet he never said anything back. So, I do not know what to think." Corrie sighed, then a grinned spread across her face. "It seems as of our men have come to spy on us. But don't look behind you, for the seriously think they are hiding."
The women grinned. Just at that moment, a couple of men dressed in tuxedoes, held out their hand and asked each woman to dance. Corrie grinned at the youngest man, who was about 18, and took the hand he offered her. She glanced in Logan's direction, and almost laughed at his expression of shock and hate.
As the man led her to the dance floor, she started up a peaceful conversation. He was absolutely stunning with his blonde hair and brown eyes that were almost red. He seemed familiar, yet then again, he didn't, but she did not wish to dwell on the fact. He laid his hands his hands low in her waist and pulled her closer.
"What is your name, sir?" She smiled at him, resting her palms on his shoulder, so not to get to close to him.
"I'm Aaron. And you are, other than absolutely gorgeous?" She laughed at the corny pick up line. "I'm Coriander."
"Coriander. What a stunning name. It suits you." She smiled.
"Where do you go to school?" She asked.
"Oh, I'm going to the community collage downtown."
"Oh, and what do you major in?"
He leaned in closer so his breath tickled her ear. "History, Greek Mythology, what ever I feel like." She raised an eyebrow, wondering why he had to whisper that, of all things, then he bit her ear. She jumped and pulled back, shocked, and mumbled a quick, "Thank you for the dance," and made her way back to the table, where the women were laughing at the man obvious affection for Corrie.
Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Robin had to hold Logan back when he tried to jump up and attack that guy. Robin smiled at the obvious crush Logan had on his daughter, and when the time came, he planned to put Logan through hell, just for the fun of it.
"Logan, calm down. He just...asked her to dance, and...well, don't worry about it. She left the minute he did it. She's a smart girl. Anyways, don't you dare blow our cover, because this is way to fun." Beast Boy said, studying the menu.
Logan decided to pout, with his arms crossed over his chest, and slouched down in his seat. But none of the men noticed that their spouses and crushes had crowded around their table.
Corrie leaded down, so she could whisper in Logan's ear. "Why don't you dance with me?" She pulled back when he jumped in his seat, and the women laughed when the other men did the same.
Logan blinked, and looked up to find Corrie, with her hands on her hips, her eyes challenging. "O—Okay, sure." He stood up, bowed like a gentleman, drawing a delighted laugh from her, and held out his hand. She took it, and followed his as he led her to the dance floor.
Beast Boy grabbed his wife's waist, leading her to the floor, and Robin kissed Star's hand, grinning, and walked to the direction of the floor.
Corrie grinned at Logan, who was looking around, blushing. "What is it with you and always blushing when you come near me?"
He glanced down at her, the red darkening. "I, I don't know."
"Umm hmm. You seem nervous. Why?"
"No comment."
She leaned closer to him, and he instantly cracked. "Would you stop with all the seducing? Your way to young."
"Not really, since tonight is my last night as a 15 year old."
"Exactly. Wait until your...I dunno, 18 or something."
"No." She pressed herself against him, and stood on her tiptoes to reach his lips. They weren't touching, but they were so damn close. "Come on, Logan. You know you enjoy it." All he had to do was lean down, and bam! they would be kissing, but when he leaned down, she pulled back just a fraction, and he gave a low growl.
"No I don't. When you do that I lose control—oops."
She laughed at the information she just received. She leaned in closer, so when she talked, her lips brushed over his. "Maybe I should do this more often." With another growl, he crushed his mouth to hers. She laughed.
Raven leaned her head against Beast Boy shoulder with a sigh, watching her son and sooner or later, daughter-in-law. "They are so sweet together, Beast Boy."
His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her so close that there was not a space between them. "I know. I wonder when they will admit it, their love, to each other." Beast Boy said.
"I don't know, but I can't wait until they do." Beast Boy grinned, lifted her chin, and kissed her. "Since Kern is already watching the kids, maybe we should lock ourselves in our room tonight." She laughed against him mouth. "We only have Logan, Beast Boy."
He bit her lip. "Maybe...we should have another one." Raven pulled back, her eyes alight. "Really? You want another baby?" He nodded. "Yep. Sure do." She laughed, hugging him tighter.
Corrie pulled back when Aaron walked up to them, asking if he could cut in. Logan was about to say something, but she pinched his waist hard with her long nails, shutting him up, and said yes to Aaron. She kissed Logan lightly, in front of Aaron, so he knew, and walked off with Aaron.
Logan was shaking with anger, but calmed himself down and sat back down at his table, making sure Corrie was in his line of vision.
"So, are you and that guy an item?" Aaron asked, pulling her closer to him.
She pulled back slightly. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I've known him all my life."
"Hmm." Was all that Aaron said to her, yet he pulled her closer to him. She hid her anger and stepped back. "I don't think you understand. I'm with him. So, you can stop pulling me closer to you. This is just a friendly dance, that's all."
He merely glanced down at her, and this time, when he pulled her closer, his grip tightened. She let out a huff of breath. "Okay, I'm going to go dance with my boyfriend. So, if you will excuse me, I will be off." She tried to pull away, but his grip was tight. And, not wanting to make a scene, she stayed there, her eyes set in a glare.
"Are you ever going to let me go?" She raised an eyebrow when he looked down at her with those red-brown eyes. "No."
She rolled her eyes. Then, stepped on his foot with her heel. He cursed, and when his arms slackened, she turned and practically ran back to Logan. She sat down next to him, her arms crossed over her chest. "Remind me never to dance with him again."
"Okay, done. Don't dance with him again." She laughed at him, one, for he was still brooding, and two, because he just looked so darn cute in his tux.
"When do you think Apollo will attack?" She asked as she watched Aaron grab a seat next to their table, glaring at her and holding his foot in his hands. She had to smile, just couldn't help it.
"I have no idea. Maybe, if we are lucky, he will not attack at all. He seems to me like he is a coward." Corrie raised an eyebrow when Aaron seemed to boil with anger. It was probably because he was still mad at her for stepping on his foot with heels.
"Yeah, he does seem like a coward. I mean he attacks from behind, and has yet to show his face. But when he attacks, I'm sure we can take him down easily."
Logan nodded. "Yeah, your right. I just hope he doesn't attack tomorrow, on your birthday. That would really suck." She grinned, her eyes scanning over the crowd. They landed on her parents. She gave a small sigh. "They are so in love."
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Who?"
"My parents. It is so sweet, how they treat each other. Mom told me that she had always loved dad, even when he was obsessed with Slade, who was obsessed with my dad. And since she was not from this planet, she was afraid to tell him, for she thought that love was different on this planet. And dad seemed so dark, from what I hear. But, when Apollo attacked, dad said that that was when he realized how much he loved her, because he almost lost her. It seems like a fairytale, their love. You know, I have never really heard them fight, not once. They just seem so perfect together." I wonder if I will ever find a love like theirs'.
Logan watched her, and realized that she was not telling him, but herself.
"Maybe you'll find a love like that sometime. Well, except I'm sure they won't be confessing their love when you're on the brink of death, but still, you'll find someone." But the unusual thing was...he didn't want her to fall in love with someone else. He had thought about it, and even though he though himself in love with her, it had to be a simple crush, nothing but desire and wishing. He wasn't in love with her...at least that is what he kept telling himself. Deep down, he knew, knew exactly what he felt was pure love, but, he pushed his hopeful romantic side down, a side he had no idea he had, and just went with pure logic. Love was something that people made up, like Corrie had said in her diary. She thought love was real, but it wasn't. If love was real, why do people break each other's heart that they think that they are in love with? It is just simple logic, really. Love was not real.
Corrie gave a heavy sigh. "Yeah...I guess your right. Maybe, just maybe, someday I can find someone who loves me like my dad loves my mom. It just takes time. If I never find that someone, then I just wasn't supposed to have them. God does things for a reason." She realized that her love for him was useless, one, for he just told her that some other guy would love her, showing he had no feelings for her, yet, she couldn't stop her love. And no matter how much it hurt her, she couldn't stop loving him. But, tomorrow was her birthday, and she needed to think on the bright side. And a certain thought brightened her day.
"I get my driver's license tomorrow. And dad's motorcycle is mine." She gave an evil laugh. "I'm going to have guy's lined up behind me. But, dad took the R off the side and replaced it with a C so now it is the C Cycle. It doesn't sound as cool as the R Cycle, but, hell, who cares? Dad thinks that it is better for him to have a car to take Grayson to school, and he said that when Gray is old enough, I'm going to have to drop him off. Dad says that it's old age, but, damn, he still challenges me to wrestling, for God's sake. He might be good at martial arts, but he is a really bad liar. He's only 36 years old, and he thinks he's old." She rolled her eyes. "I mean, your dad and Cy still play videogames, and Cyborg is 38 and B.B. is 36, so there is no way my dad is old." She shook her head. "And anyways, my dad is Night Wing and still stops bank robbers, no matter what my mom says." She grinned. "He is such a baby."
Logan laughed. It was true. Robin was Night Wing. Even though there were police to do the job, he still caught them and took them to the cops. He was a hero for that. And every time he came home, he was always scolded for it. But Star always dragged him off to their room after.
"Yeah, they still fancy themselves as teenagers. Go figure." He smiled, his head turned so he could watch his parents. They were cuddling, on the dance floor no less. Rhea and Starlight sat down at the table, grinning. "Hey Logan, how do you feel about a brother or sister?" Rhea asked, her eyes gleaming.
"Uh, I don't know. Why?"
Starlight winked. "Because, your parents are already thinking about having another baby, but I think she's already pregnant, so..."
Logan made a face of disgust. "I don't even want to think about that. It's fine if they have one, but isn't it a little late for another kid?"
Rhea shrugged. "No, not really. I mean most people would be worn out with each other but your parents are still going strong." Corrie laughed at Logan's face. Priceless.
"Ewh." Was all he could manage.
Corrie laughed. "Don't worry about it, Logan. It is just a part of life."
"Uh, yeah, but it is sick when you think about your parents doing...that."
Corrie agreed. "Yes, but think, when you're their age, you just might be doing the same thing with the woman you marry."
"You are a hopeless romantic, Corrie."
She chuckled. "Yeah, I know."
Rhea and Starlight exchanged looks, then stood up and walked away.
"So...you want to dance again?" Logan asked. Coriander nodded, blushing when he kissed her hand. "This way, my lady." And he led her to the dance floor, unaware of Aaron watching them with hate filled eyes. Soon, he thought. Soon, it will be time. And she will be all mine.