Kiss In the Rain
Chapter 8
Hurting Him and Him Hurting ME

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these Characters or Story or Songs. If I did I wouldn't be writing this.

OH MY GOD! Look at me, singing with the brush in my hand! Logan is looking at me singing in my shorts! My very short shorts! He closes the door behind him. He has a bag in his hand. He still looks slightly hurt but not confused anymore. He looks slightly amused. He sits down on Zoey's bed. He doesn't say anything, he just looks at me. I blush furiously. He looks to the ground and smiles but tries his hardest not to show it. So he does like what he sees. That makes me smirk slightly. But I'd better not show it.

"Logan why are you here?" I ask, taking a seat next to him.

"Umm... nothing ...it's just... I wanted to bring you something," he pulls the bag infront of him.

Inside is a stuffed toy bear, candy and a packet of aspirin. Oops... In the excitement I guess I forgot he thinks I'm sick. I look at him in slight shock. The bear looks so cute, it's a milky white furry thing with huge brown glass eyes and a red bow.

"Does this bear have a camera in it?" I ask skeptically, trying to regain some of my dignity.

"No. If you don't want it I'll keep it. I swear there's nothing in it. I just thought you'd like it. I thought it'd be you know nice," Logan says almost as fast as Nicole, on one of her happy days.

He looks at the floor then gets up. I thought at first he might be leaving... but I don't want him to leave. He walks over to stereo system and switches the CD. I wonder what he's playing at... what would Logan want to put on? The song started and I know instantly what it is. The CD belongs to me. This is... it's just MY song. I love it. How does he know? Does he know. The beat is the best and I just want to get up and start dancing... Only one problem with that though. Logan is still here. I can't dance infront of him... (Um... again.). The song plays and we both just... stand there. He stares at me. I stare at him. His eyes... one word. Wow.

She's cold and she's cruel
But she knows what she's doing'
She pushed me in the pool
At our last school reunion
She laughs at my dreams
But I dream about her laughter
Strange as it seems
She's the one I'm after

The first verse is over now and Logan turns his head. I dare to blink as he starts singing. Yes, Logan Reese starts singing and his voice isn't that bad. I MUST be dreaming. Seriously. Is this real?

Cause she's bittersweet
She knocks me off of my feet
And I can't help myself
I don't want anyone else
She's a mystery
She's too much for me
But I keep coming' back for more
She's just the girl I'm looking' for

During the chorus I get up again, I'm starting to feel like a yoyo and I walk over to him. He's just... staring at me and I'm just... staring at him. I'm lost in his eyes and I hope it's as it seems, and he's lost in mine. I try to blink this away again, this weird dream... and I start to laugh. I never thought I would hear Logan Reese sing. It's just too weird and it's almost funny. He looks hurt and lowers the song. He stops singing. After a long pause he looks as if he's going to get the bear and walk out. I stop him.

"Umm..." What am I going to say? What am I going to say! I look down and he looks at me in confusion. He doesn't know what I should say either. "...the bear is mine,"

I reach to take the bear. He smiles, and for lack of anything better to do I do the same. I didn't realize that when I grabbed the bear I grabbed his hand. I let go of it suddenly, as though it's on fire. Speaking of on fire... my cheeks are. I'm blushing. He smirks. The Old Logan is back. I turn around so as to not let him see me blushing like a tomato. I cross to my bed and lay down. I was kind of hoping he would just leave. He walks up to my bed, hesitates for a moment and then he sits cross legged on the floor. I roll over so I can see him.

"Can I have the candy?" I ask in a 'sickly-sweet' voice. That voice could melt stone. Logan travels all the way to Zoey's bed to get it for me.

"So? Whats up?"

"Nothing," he says with a shrug. I can't read him. It's like I'm staring at nothing. Logan's always been so easy to read. The only thing ever on his mind was 'Wanna make out?'

"Something IS wrong, Logan. I don't care how many times you deny it... tell me," I climb out of the bed and slide onto the floor infront of him.

"It's nothing," he lies, staring at the carpet. I don't see what's so fascinating about the carpet. I cup his face gently in my hands.

"Tell me." I whisper.

His face gets closer to mine. I move into his. We're gonna kiss? I'm gonna kiss him!

"Dana? Logan?" It's Zoey and Nicole. I shoot up and Logan does too, suddenly looking very embarrassed.

"Ummm...I was just here to give Dana something?" He suggests, almost scared. "...and uh... and..." He regains his usual snotty attitude. "For her to tell me she loves me." He adds with a smirk. There's the Old Logan... back again.

"Well, we gotta get Dana ready for her date," Zoey says, putting some of the many, many bags of make-up they bought onto her bed.

"A date?" Logan looks at me, once again hurt and confused. Why is it that when he looks at me like that I feel all guilt-ridden?

"It not a date, it's a meeting!" I scream suddenly. I don't want Logan to think I'm on a date!

2cute4U never ACTUALLY said it was a date. Sure it was implied but.. Right at the moment I don't want it to be a date. I like Logan. No... no I don't like Logan. I LOVE Logan. Yes, I love Logan Reese. I love the old him and the new him. I love him! I scream it so many times oer again and again in my head but I can't say it. I can''t stand it any more. I just really hope... It's almost like I wish he feels the same about me.

"So Logan, why did you skip class?" Nicole queries.

Logan skipped class? That might explain why he was here when school was still supposed to be going on. Something must really be bothering him... I wonder what it could be?

"Cause I was thinking about something really important," Logan answers with a shrug.

"Oh. So you were thinking... here," Nicole gestures to the room around us. "The whole time? Like you were with Dana for hours. When Zoey and I walked in you and Dana looked ready to... kiss." Nicole walks forward and smirks. This girl loves gossip, and me and Logan getting together word be the highpoint of her sad little life.

"No. I wasn't here for 'hours'. I came just a couple minutes ago," he pauses. It's like he's afraid to answer the next part of her question. "You know, you shouldn't be so nosy. You really think Dana would want to kiss me?" he looks hurt as he says it. I hurt him again. It's a shame I'm getting good at this.

I could say that it wasn't true and that I DID want to kiss him. But that would mean telling him I like him, I really don't want him to find out. Because if he doesn't like me, I will never hear the end of it from him. He'd bother me for days, heck he'd bother me forever. He looks at me with those big brown eyes, I CAN read him. He's looking at me as though he's begging. 'Say-it's-not-true-Dana.' I don't move. I can't move. Logan can. He walks to the door and leaves. I let him leave! He just walked out and I didn't say anything! I walk over to Zoey's bed, since it's the closest but I don't speak. I take the bag Logan gave me and push it onto the floor. I lay my head into the pillow. I'm almost suffocating myself.

"Sweetie what's wrong?" Zoey ask, sitting down on the bed beside me.She rubs my back slightly. She'll make a really good Mom one day. I pick my head up a little and see the bag. There's a note on the floor next to it, it must've been attached. I pick it up. Whatever's written on it has been scribbled out, as though it was a very rough draft and was messed up the first few times. I made it out. It was from Logan.

Dear Dana:
I know you and I haven't been the best of friends. You might not even call me a friend. But I really do want to be your friend... I'd even go as far as saying your boyfriend. I've given it a lot of thought, and I hope you will too. Think it through... maybe we can go out? I will treat you differently and I'd change anything you don't like... I'll stop bothering you. Just answer this note? I'm sorry and I know that you won't want to speak to me at all now, after what I did. I know it was wrong.

Love always,

Logan

Thanks Ginger for all the help with the chapters. You help woth amost all of them. You do such a good job doing it!