GONE?
After Marie was done taking a long bath, she thought over what he said. She didn't want to be naive and read something she shouldn't into it, but loved the fact that he said that nonetheless. When she was done and dressed, she went looking for him to apologize, but found him nowhere inside. So she went limping to the door and noticed that his truck wasn't outside. She felt so bad, had she just pushed him away to leave without saying good-bye. That wasn't her intention, she didn't want that. She hobbled back to her room and cried into her pillows until she fell asleep.
Marie woke up in a panic from all the noise in the next room. She sat up and grabbed a baseball bat that she had underneath her bed and hobbled over to her door, sneaking her way over to where all of the commotion was coming from. Just as she was going to hit her unknown visitor in the back of the head, his arm swung around and grabbed it. It was Logan. She released her hold on the bat and rushed in to hug him. Needless to say he was shocked, first she wants to beat him with a bat then hugs him. She pulls out of the hug and smacks him in the arm.
"Where did ya go? Ah thought ya left? Ya couldn't tell meh ya were leavin' or good-bye or somethin'?" he stood there in utter disbelief.
"You thought I left? Of course I left. I went and got us something to eat." Then he turned back to the food in the kitchen and then gestured towards the living room.
"Even picked you up some crutches." her jaw dropped. Then it dawned on him, that she meant left for good. He went and grabbed the crutches, handing them to her, and then told her plainly, "I wouldn't leave you here over some petty argument." she nodded, with watery eyes.
"Ah'm sorry." she whispered. "Ah shouldn't have said those things." he didn't reply though. She went and sat down on the couch. He followed her closely and handed her a plate of food. They ate in silence until he pulled out a beer. She eyed him curiously.
"And where did ya get that sugah?" He looked at her but only replied with a grunt, taking a gulp.
"Ya got anymore?" he stood up and made his way to the kitchen and grabbed another one, tossing it to her. After a while of sitting there drinking, well her sipping the one, and him gulping down nearly six, she started to feel herself loosen up a bit, but she was also getting tired, and it was late. Marie turned to him looking him over and then just staring at his eyes. He turned to her, curious as to what was going on in her head. She sat up on her knees and closed the distance between them, their lips nearly touching, and told him, "Ya ain't so bad yahself." then just as she was about to sit back when he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in and kissed her.