Chapter Four
The Ink
"When I left, in April, for France. That's really when it started." Dana started, pulling down on her sleeves "I met my new roommates and they only spoke French. Great right...
So, I picked up some phrases, just to get by, but I'm still totally lost in France. A month later, I read in the news paper that there's going to be a movie filming in the area as Paris my PCA, that's Paris Central Academy, which is our PCA's sister school. I was just like 'Whatever' about that. The same week, I get a call from none other than Logan Reese.
"Yeah, his dad was filming in Paris. He says he wants to do something while he's in town. We meet up on the Friday when he was there..."
We went out to dinner at my favorite restaurant in Paris. Logan brought his camera, and we took a bunch of tacky tourist pictures. We took a couple normal ones too. It was like I'd never left and we were just hanging out.
"Come on, Dana." He said, breathing in the Paris air. "I'm in France for one weekend! Let's do something crazy. Something that we'd never do in a million years."
"Hey Logan," I said as I walked toward him "you wanna make out?"
"Hell, yeah." He tried to kiss me, but I put my hand in his face and pulled him away. We walked in silence for a few moments before he grabbed my hand. To any Parisian we looked like an ordinary American couple, on vacation in Paris. We passed a café, a tattoo parlor, an ice cream shop, and a cute little boutique. "I know! Let's get tattoos!"
"What? Are you crazy."
"No, I'm serious."
"Logan Reese, you must be crazy. You must be out of your mind." I said. "Do you know how much that would hurt?"
"Is Dana afraid?" I shook my head and hair fell into my face. He brushed it away. "Come on, I'll hold your hand."
We entered the parlor and started discussing what we would get and where we would get it. We decided that he would get a "D" and I would get an "L." We both knew that getting names or whatever would be relational suicide, but we weren't dating. We were just friends, so what the hell.
Logan got his on his right shoulder and I got mine on my wrist. It did hurt, but as promised Logan held my hand, even as I dug my nails into his arm. The finished product looked really nice. Logan said his didn't hurt, but I saw a little tear in his eye.
Once we were done, we were both so pumped. It's like my body was filled with 2000 six-pacs of Red Bull. We went back to the campus. My roommates were at the mall. Logan and I sat on my bed. I had one all to myself, no bunk above it.
"Dana, there's something I wanted to tell you before you left, but I never got the chance." Logan said.
"What's that?"
"I love you." he said looking straight into my eyes.
"I-I love you too."
"I have so many questions!" Nicole screamed. "Can I see it? Did it hurt? What happened next?"
"Okay, in that order... Sure" Dana lifted her sleeve and showed the two of them "Yes, it hurt. And next... well... we kissed for a while, and then we did more than kiss."
"DANA BONITIA MANUELLA SANCHEZ CRUZ!" Zoey screamed in her motherly tone. Then switched to her giddy tone "Did you two... you know?"
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"Yeah." Dana said with slightly less enthusiasm "but there's more."
"Logan." Chase yelled. "Get off your sorry butt and get your girl!"
"Come on kid." Michael said. "It's obvious that she likes you, she's always liked you."
"Guys, I saw her in Paris." Logan said, receiving shocked looks from them. "She's changed since then. She doesn't like me."
"You're right." Chase said. "She loves you. No matter what she says. I saw the look in her eyes when she told me she didn't. It was a look if lying. She wants to be with you."
"Really?" Logan asked.
"YES!" The other two boys said in unison. Chase finished. "Now go to her!"
"I will!" Logan said. "I'll go get her!"
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It was past 10 and dark outside, but Logan didn't care. He ran out of his dorm building and sprinted to the girls'. He would get Dana back and they could love each other forever. He reached the door and heard the girls talking. He figured he'd wait a minute before going in.
"Jean-Luc? That's a cool name." Zoey said. "Is it special?"
"Yeah, Jean means God is gracious and Luc means light. He really does light up my life." Dana said. "I call him Lucas because Jean-Luc is so French."
"Do you have any pictures of him?" Nicole asked. "I'd love to see him"
Dana took out a small photo album. "This is us at the hospital. This is us at the school. This is us on the plane home..."
She continued and Logan thought he'd heard enough. He walked solemnly down the hall, out the door and back to his room.
"Did you hear something?" Dana asked.
"No." Zoey replied. "But there's something I don't get. It takes 9 months for a baby, right?"
"Yeah." Dana said. "He was a month and a half early. He's with my parents right now. They live like an hour away, so Dean Rivers gave me the OK to stay with them on the weekends to be with him. I'm going to see him tomorrow night, for the long weekend. It's crazy. I only got a few weeks with him at first. I miss him a lot."
"Have you told Logan?" Nicole asked.
"He won't even talk to me." Dana said, pulling her sleeve down again. It had been up since she showed them her tattoo. A single tear rolled down her cheek. "I tried. I really did."
The two girls comforted Dana as she cried and soon fell asleep on Dana's bed, just like that.
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girliegurl- you're pretty smart, aren't you. you guessed at chapter one.
