The next morning I woke up without a headache for the first time in months. Chase's dumb alarm was goin off.
"OMG, I swear I'm gonna break that thing!" I said as I got out of bed and threw the alarm out of the window.
"I think you need some anger management." Chase told me as he got up.
"And I think you need to learn not to set your alarm on the weekends." I told him as I climbed back in the bed.
"I wonder what time he got here." Chase commented. You see, when I got back, Michael still wasn't back yet, so I never got to tell him about my great night with Dana.
"I don't know, and right now I really don't care! All that I want to do is sleep right now." Itold him.
"Whatever." he said. Pretty soon he was back alseep, and so was I.
I woke up later, and everyone was gone. It was after twelve. I walked out on the balcony, and girls started whistling. I decided that it was just because I only had on boxers. I didn't care though. I don't mind that. Then, there was a knock at the door.
"Hey." Dana said as I opened the door. She didn't look to happy about something.
"Hey." I said as I returned the same concerned look. "Do you want to come in?" I questioned her.
"Sure," she responded. I threw on a black t-shirt that way she didn't feel uncomfortable or anything like that.
"So...what's up?" I questioned her.
"Look, we need to talk about last night." she told me. I was hoping that this wasn't going where I thought that it might.
"What about it?" I asked.
"I just wanted to make sure that...I mean..." Dana stopped, looked me directly in the eye, and took a deep breath. I held my breath becuase I really, for once, didn't know what she was about to say. "I just wanted to make sure that you didn't think I like you or anything like that. I was just caught up in the moment. Not to mention I have a boyfirend, and he's done nothing bad to me. I just don't think that I have a right to go around kissing you, and then pretend that everything is all cool with him later."
"Wait a minute. You came here to tell me that last night was an accident?" I asked her as I stould up off of Michael's bed.
"Yeah." she addmitted as she walked out to the balcony.
"Well, you know what? I don't think that it was an acccident. I think it was ment to happen. I can't keep on playin these stupid games with you Dana. I really do like you. Do you know how hard it is for me to tell a girl that? Wow, I can't belive I'm saying this, but I can't let you do this to me anymore. You're my headache." I explained to her.
"Well thanks, glad to know that I'm your headache." she said sarcastically as leaned over the rail. "You know, it's not easy for me either! Do you know how hard it's going to be for me to pretend like nothing's wrong? I always have to do that! I'm sick of it Logan." she confessed. She still was just hanging off of the rail. she didn't even turn to look at me.
"No one's asking you to pretend but yourself." I told her.
"What is that suppose to mean?" I she questioned me. she turned around from the rail and looked at me puzzled.
"Look, you know that your have some sort of feelings for me other than hate, so why don't you quit PRETENDING and tell the truth?"
"Fine do you want to know the truth? Well the truth is...I don't have feelings for you. And even in if did, I wouldn't tell you becuase you'd just treat me like any other girl that you've gone out with. I don't need that in my life. Nick is great for me and here I am about to mess that up for one night." she explained. I couldn't belive it. She had just told me that she didn't even like me a little bit. But at the same time, she said that it wouldn't matter even if she did like me because she wouldn't go out with me. I swear that girl has a way with words.
"What I don't get is, how can you just ignore everything that I told you, and then tell me that I'd treat you just like any other girl?" I asked her.
"Cause I know how you are." she said as she walked off of the deck and by the door.
"No. You obviously only think that you do." I told her.
"Look, I'll see you at 6." she said as she opened and walked out of the door.
