My head hurt for two days straight, and then I could go back to my classes. Mostly all I could think about is: If Logan helped me, why'd he do it? I was worring myself over this while I did my homework one afternoon when there came a knock at my door. "Come in! I'll be just a second." I figured it was Dana, so I went ahead and finished the math problem I had been working on, and then swung my chair around"Ok, Dana, I'm-" I stopped, mouth ajar. It wasn't Dana, it was Logan who was standing there! "Um, hi," I said."Hi." He looked just as nervous as I was. After a few seconds of awkward silence, I finally mumbled, "Dana saw you try and help me." Logan turned red. "Well...I guess I did," he replied, his voice barely a whisper.
"So why did you do it?"
He sighed. "You helped me even though I treated you like dirt. And besides that I felt a little guilty." I raised an eyebrow. "You? Guilty?"
"Yeah."
"Believe it or not, I felt guilty, too."
"You did?"
"Yup."
"Why?"
"Dunno. I'm just like that."
"You still got hurt."
"Yes, but not as badly as I could have been." I stood slowly and stuck out my hand. "Thank you." He stared at me. "You're thanking me?"
"Duh."
Logan hesitaintly took my hand and shook it. "But you're still in trouble for hitting me with that backpack," I told him with a smile. He laughed. "You know it didn't hurt."
"But you did it."
"And I might do it again!"
"AUGH! You wish!"
So we engaged in a friendly shouting match all the way to the lounge. Dana was slightly surprised that we were not trying to murder each other as usual, but we explained everything.
And now, dear reader, me, Dana, and Logan are friends-not feinds-to the end.
applause Well, how did you people like that? Short but practical. Heh.