Omg excuses, excuses. I can't believe I left this so long it went onto the second page (!).I just want to apologize for the impromptu hiatus. In fact, it wasn't even a hiatus. It was just me being lazy. To be fair, I've been trés busy, if you're a UK resident, then check out my PUBLISHED (woo!) book reviews in the Herald…god this is so exciting. I'm CV building just now, so I'm doing loads of extra curriculars and school musicals (though that's a shaky point for me, considering last time I got cast as the Pharaoh in Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat and while doing my hip thrust my microphone swung off and hit one of the adoring girls in the mouth) like Oliver and stuff like that. I'm also in a sort of continual battle with my music teacher – and my stupid English teacher was like 'Okay everyone, I want a fifteen plus page crit. on Twelfth Night.' Then after class : 'Oh Naomi, glad I caught you, I'd like twenty plus pages from you is possible.' Me : 'Omfg! Why!' Her : 'Cause I know you're capable.' . I can't believe I'm getting punished for being good at English. My school is so backwards.
And I also got the Sims 2 – and I've been acting out 'Take Me Away' on it. I know, sad, but hey, a girl's gotta have her fun. And I have an essay on the effects of the description in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and how it helps the reader to understand the characters and underlying themes due for tomorrow, that I haven't even started and I'm also writing a movie right now. Because I think I have this compulsive disorder to over-work myself. Anyway, I've managed to create myself some time to write Roses, and that time is now, so please enjoy mon amigos, and I'll do my usual at the end…
Harry began sub-consciously fixing his hair as he hauled along his hand-luggage, having dropped off his suitcase at the check-in. Logan still walked resolutely in front of them, saying nothing but occasionally passing comments about how good he'd look in that shirt the guy who just walked past was wearing. They reached a sort of clearing in the middle of the airport, leading off into several corridors, a large, circular room with a tall, glass dome for a roof which the sun was beating through. It was a bit hazardous attempting to cross the room without holding something of each others – the amount of people buzzing back and forth and disappearing down other corridors was uncountable. Because of the continual movement, it was easy to spot someone in there who was stationary. And the girl standing in the middle, looking extremely puzzled and lost weren't even getting trampled on. One of the girls stopped gazing around for some sort of sign long enough to fix an eye contact with Michael. He recognized those dark sapphire eyes.
"Rebecca! Kristen!"
Michael pushed through the crowds in front of him, knocking Logan unceremoniously to the side and hugged two, tall willowy girls standing in front of a small mountain of duty-free shopping bags and Balenciaga hand-luggage. They both planted Juicy Tube frosted kisses on his cheeks.
"Now now ladies," he said suavely, "hands off. The Michael is taken."
"Really?" Rebecca tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Who?" Kristen husked, clapping her hands together excitedly.
"Wait, let me guess," Rebecca pursed her lips together for a moment, before raising her index finger between Michael's eyes, "it's Addie – isn't it?"
"I see your total aura of perfect-ness has not been left back in Australia," Michael grinned, "yeah, we had a little talk. She's amazing. She managed to finish Doom X five whole hours before me. She's perfect. She likes chips, going to the movies, mindless and unnecessary gaming violence…"
"Aww…" the girls cooed in unison, their eyes watering slightly as they clasped their hands together, "are you two in love?"
"Maybe, maybe not," Michael sighed, "anyways. Harry's dragging the bags."
"Like a pack mule?" Rebecca suggested.
"An extremely good-looking pack mule," Kristen corrected, "is he still going out with that Shannon girl?"
"Yeah," Michael shrugged, "sorry."
"And I take it she hasn't been involved in some horrendous car accident that maimed her features?"
"Only if you were behind the wheel," Rebecca rolled her eyes, shaking at the memory, "I nearly died on the way here you know," she told Michael, "she shouldn't have a learner's permit. She can't drive."
There seemed to be a great deal of fluster between these bottled blondes standing near the three. They were giggling and pointing, blushing furiously before smiling coyly as two bodies pushed their way through the crowd. Logan appeared first behind Michael.
"Oh," Kristen looked down her nose at him, her tone no longer warm and affectionate as it was with Michael but instead cold and icy. She glanced down at her nails, "hello."
Logan didn't know why Kristen was being cold but to be honest, he didn't really care. He looked over at Rebecca. She seemed to be even prettier than he remembered; she'd grown a bit more, making her taller and more elegant than ever before. Her dark glossy hair was sun-kissed, as was her skin, but her eyelashes were still ebony black, framing her sparkling sapphire eyes dramatically. Her hair was pulled back into an immaculate pony-tail, showing off her impressive bone structure and cut-paper cheekbones. She looked down at her cute white and pink polka-dot plimsolls before being elbowed sharply in the ribs by Kristen, causing her to stare Logan in the eye.
"Hi," he tried. He was greeted with the usual 'pissed off at you' glare he was the recepitant of when she was at PCA – before she kissed him, obviously.
What is wrong with her? Is she in a bad mood with me because she's found someone else? Cause that's just stupid, it's not my fault that's she practically a walking guy-magnet. Or does she know about…about it. Did Nicole tell her? About…what happened when she left?
"Hey my gorgeous lolitas!" Harry swept Kristen and Rebecca into a tight embrace. Logan realized he seemed to loiter around Rebecca after the hug too. And Logan knew Harry had a thing for Rebecca. He'd found out soon after they had she had left. It was the only upside to the 'Famous 4' leaving PCA – Harry moved into Room 32 with Logan, Michael and Chase. And despite the fact that Harry had little on the mind except girls and hair products, he was extremely funny and had good advice when it came to hair styling. And Logan knew perfectly well why Harry was a 'hit' with the girls. There was a reason he was a member of the 'Alpha Males' and a reason he was dating Shannon Sewell who was in the year above them.
"Hey!" Rebecca play slapped Harry on the arm. He grinned.
"Can't keep your hands off me, can you?"
"I'm no lolita!" Kristen said angrily.
"Oh yeah, don't pretend you've been dripping with innocence Down Under," Harry rolled his eyes and smiled, Kristen softened, "and you, your royal highness Miss Rebecca?"
Rebecca laughed, the same laugh that had echoed inside Logan's head for months now. It had been a long time since he had heard it properly. She stopped abruptly when she caught Logan's eye again.
What's going on?
He found himself eyeing her again. It was crazy that he'd spent so long missing her and now she was standing in front of him, looking more beautiful and exotic than ever and he wasn't doing anything.
Unless you counted trying not to drool.
"Have you seen Nicole?" Kristen asked, bumping both Michael and Harry in the hips, "Or Heather? I'd love to meet Heather. Tell us about her!"
Logan wanted her to say something. Anything. He longed for her to feel the same way she did before she left for Australia. Evidently, she didn't. He could hardly say the same for him. He found himself even doubting the fact that he'd kissed her.
"Well, she's in our year, she's from Broken Arrow, Oklahoma," Michael scratched the back of his neck vaguely, "she sucks at algebra but she's real good at languages and at geography..."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, I could read that up in a book," Kristen mimed a yawn, "is she pretty?"
"She's okay I suppose, not really my type," Michael shrugged, "she's more sweet than anything. She's not an ogre or anything but –"
"She's totally hot," Harry interrupted, "she's not as hot as you two though. She's average height, slim, she's got sort of golden blonde hair and light blue eyes."
"Yes, I suppose she is attractive," Michael said, glaring sternly at Harry for interrupting him, "but like I said, she's not my type."
"So have you bought Star Killer yet?" Rebecca nudged Michael in the shoulder.
"Addie got me it last month," Michael said excitedly, "it's awesome!"
"That's what I heard," Kristen stood on her tip-toes to see over the passing crowds and down the corridors (hardly necessary as she was in her scary, hot pink pointy slip-ons), peering into the distance. She spotted a bushy mini-'fro over by the departures. Suddenly, she shrieked excitedly.
"What?" Michael reeled, covering his ears.
"I'd recognize that hair anywhere!" she squealed, grabbing Rebecca's wrist, "come on!"
"Come on…come on…pick up!"
Dana tapped her foot impatiently as she kept her phone close to her ear.
"I know you're there…don't let it ring out…"
The ringing stopped.
"Hello?" Dana called hopefully, "Mike?"
"No, Michael's gone off with Rebecca and Kristen, this is Harry."
Dana cursed silently.
"Oh hey Harry, it's Dana. I was wondering, can you catch up with Michael for me?"
"Probably, yeah, I can just see his bald head bobbing now –"
There was a sudden sound of struggle, Dana listened intently.
"Harry? Harry? Are you okay?"
"GIVE ME THE PHONE MAN!" More rustling, "DON'T YOU KNOW HOW RUDE IT IS TO INTERRUPT SOMEONE WHEN THEY'RE ON THE PHONE?"
The rustling stopped, Dana took the phone away from her ear and checked the screen, thinking the call had been disconnected.
"Dana? Is that you?"
"Of course it's me Harry, I just said so a second ago," she replied irritably.
"No it's not Harry, it's Logan."
Dana's insides froze, she clenched the phone tighter.
"Oh," she said stiffly, "hello."
"Where are you?"
"Not with you, obviously," she hissed, "put Harry back on."
"No, I need to talk to you."
"Then TALK."
"If Rebecca finds out about –"
Dana threw the phone to the floor, smashing it into tiny pieces that scattered on the marble.
Logan took the phone away from his ear and looked at the screen.
"She hung up on me."
"No duh dude!" Harry picked himself up from the floor, brushing his t-shirt down for any signs of dust, "You practically wrestled me to the floor! Besides, she probably likes a gentleman. You are not a gentleman if you interrupt people on the phone."
Logan ignored him.
"So what did you say to her?" Harry seemed a lot more interested now he was back on his feet, "Your sister's way hotter than you are?"
"She doesn't have a sister," Logan said quietly, "and it's none of your business, okay?"
Harry glared at Logan for a second.
"Well excuse me for trying to be a good friend," he said haughtily, "may I remind you that I was the one that helped you look for your hair gel? Because I know how important things like that are?"
But Logan stopped listening to Harry's little tantrum at the word 'friend.' He'd hoped going to Hawaii would be a relaxing break compared to his hectic life at home and the dramatic plot lines going on at PCA – but with Dana's fury, and her ability to tell Rebecca what had happened, it seemed like he'd spend most of his time on his toes.
And since I was such a rubbish author and left you all for possibly a month…I will give you another chapter, maybe two other chapters. Depending on how kind I'm feeling. And now, onto Chapter 3…(but not before you review Chapter 2.) N x
PS : Shout-outs on next chapter