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"We are young. Heartache and heartache we stand. No promises no demands. Love is a battlefield."- Pat Benetar
I woke up the next morning, with a new attitude. Happiness flowed through my vains. This was what I'd needed all along. Logan's arms were still gently, wrapped around me. Life couldn't get much better. The clock read half past nine. He'd have to leave soon, but I wouldn't let that put a damper on my mood.
"Logan," I kissed his cheek, "Logan you have to go now." I ran my fingers through his knotty hair. He stirred and rolled over. Great, my man was a heavy sleeper.
"Logan, common," My hand nudged his shoulder. "Alright then," I whispered in his ear, "Looks like I'll be taking a shower all by myself this morning." He darted up and pulled me onto his lap.
"Was that a joke," he grumbled, voice still heavy with sleep.
I smiled, "Not if you don't want it to be..."
Logan looked torn between the right thing, and what he wanted. He brought my hand to his mouth, kissing my palm.
"I'd better go," he sighed, tasting my lips once more and then climbing back out the window. I couldn't watch him go.
Last night had been so perfect but confusing at the same time. Inexperience was my only flaw, but hopefully, that hadn't showed. The way he touched me made...so much sense. We were perfect for each other, different, but the same.
A shower seemed like a pretty good idea, so I undressed and scampered off to the bathroom. Before I could hit the shower, I took sight of myself in the mirror. There, noticably on my neck, was a hicky the size of a golfball. Oh boy, Logan was a dead man.
After the shower, I pulled on denim shorts, a t-shirt and a black scarf. It was almost 90 degrees outside and I was wearing a freaking scarf.
"A hicky Logan, really?" I smacked his arm. "I'm not in eighth grade anymore."
His defense class had just finished for the day. When I walked into the auditorium, he was cleaning up.
"Baby," He grinned, "A hicky is the least of your troubles."
As I turned to walk away, Logan came up from behind and pinched my ass. I swatted his hands away playfully.
"Ok," I retorted, turning to face him, "Maybe tonight I'll give you one, seeing as you like them so much."
He smirked, "About tonight... its friday and I usually go out."
"And..." I prodded.
Logan put an arm around my waist. "And," he retorted, "I wanted to know if you and your skinny little ass wanted to join me."
I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Like a date?"
"If thats what you want." He brushed his lips against mine.
All my thoughts stopped, as did my breathing. I hated getting all clamy when he touched me, it ruined the whole romance thing.
"But," I smirked, breaking from our embrace, "How do you plan on taking me with you?" Jean would surely dissaprove. We both knew that if she caught us, that would be the end of it.
Logan scratched the back of his neck, deep in thought. "Well," He grunted, "There's always the back door..."
"Shut up and stop fidgeting!" Jubilee shouted. Yuck, I looked like a complete slut.
"This dress makes me look like a whore," I groaned grumpily. Jubilee put her hands on her hips, studying her masterpiece.
"No honey, that dress makes you look hot." She smiled to herself. Logan would be here any minute now. To our advantage, Jean and Scott had gone out for the night, and I had a feeling it wasn't a coincidence.
"Jubilee, I can't even walk in these heels!" I wobbled but kept my balance. "I'll fall and kill myself before Logan even gets here."
Jubilee rolled her eyes. "Seriously Julie, the instant he sees you, he'll wish he was in your pants." That made me giggle. Logan belonged in my pants. My body was his property now. Mmmm that sounded nice.
"Just remember, don't turn on the heat too early or it'll ruin your dress." Worrying about a dress wasn't on my to-do list tonight.
There was a knock at the door.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, calm down or you'll sound like an idiot. For a moment, I planned on making a run for it. Jubilee sensed my uneasiness and kindly opened the door for me.
I sighed in relief. It was only Rogue. "Damn girl," Rogue pranced across the room and bear-hugged me. "Don't you look sexy tonight."
I returned the hug, "Thanks sweetheart, its nice to see you." Rogue took a seat on my bed, followed by Jubilee.
"He's a little late," Jubilee implied, trying not to make it sound important. Rogue motioned for me to sit down.
"Can I ask you something personal?" She solicited, grabbing my hand and pulling me down next to her.
"Shoot." What's the worst she could come up with?
"Does it hurt to have sex your first time?" My face turned red, as did Rogue's. "Just…you know, for future reference, because Bobby and I were thinking…"
Jubilee and I doubled up in laughter, Rogue soon joined us. I felt awkward enough that I truly had no experience, other then with flirting and kissing. My information wouldn't be useful. Truly," I grinned, gasping for air, "I wouldn't know."
Rogue gaped at me. "You mean, Logan hasn't…"
"Not yet." I cut her off. They both looked at loss for words. "Of course we've gotten close but, still a no-go." Empty silence corrupted our conversation.
"Well," Jubilee smirked, "Either Logan's become a total douche or he's running late." It was long past ten.
All three of us occupied the time by reading magazines and telling stories. There was so much to catch up on. Rogue and Bobby were going steady, and I was happy for her, Rogue deserved the best. I also learned that Ororo found a condom in one of the school's many classrooms. Turns out it was Johnny's.
Pretty soon, it was almost mid-night. Rogue wrapped an arm around me. "I'm sure he didn't mean to forget."
Jubilee cussed under her breath, "That dickhead, I can't believe he just stood you up. What a complete…" She went off on him like wildfire, using every curse word imaginable.
Maybe something happened. What if he was hurt? "It's alright," I spoke calmly; "Something probably just came up."
Jubilee frowned. "Something more important then you? Honey, if he wants to make this work, missing dates isn't going to help." Rogue nodded in agreement.
"Do you want us to stay with you? It's been awhile since our last sleepover." Indeed it had. I agreed to let them stay, on one condition. We break out the ice-cream.
"God," Rogue moaned, "This ice-cream is freaking delicious." Dark fudge chocolate ripple, a woman's best friend. Although sometimes, if you weren't careful, it went it your thighs.
After the ice-cream, we crashed on the floor, our blankets spread out everywhere. I was lucky to have such good friends.
Rogue nudged me awake, my eyes opening to a rising sun. "I heard an engine start. Maybe it's Logan." She urged me to get dressed and go check. I really wanted to fucking sleep, but I needed to know.
I slipped on a pair of old blue jeans and raced down the stairs, hoping not to have missed him. The driveway was barren, so I walked over to the garage. Man, Logan better beware of my temper. It's been known to fully takeover once or twice.
The garage door lay wide open, as if someone left in a hurry. His motorcylce was no were in sight. My stomach churned uneasily. I set off in a sprint towards Logan's bedroom. No, no, no, this can't be happening.
"Logan!" I hollered, banging my empty fists on his door. I tested the doorknob, which was unsuprisingly unlocked. My heart skipped a beat. The room had been cleaned and emptied. Fresh white sheets lay folded at the corner of the bed.
He was gone, and with him went my heart.
"No!" I sobbed, falling on my hands and knees. Everything had been a lie. Love was a selfish thing. How stupid I'd been for actually falling for him.
Trying to get hold of myslef, I ran with a blinding speed, to the professor's office. Not even bothering to knock, I flung myself into the room. The professor sat undauntedly at his desk, looking down at his hands.
"Where is he?" I shouted, tears pouring down my cheeks. The professor did nothing but look down at his hands, which were holding an envelope.
"Professor please!" My voice trembled. So begging was my final resort. The old man shuddered.
"Don't do this to me Julie." His eyes no longer twinkling, but somehow shaken. "He had to go. I need you to except that, no questions asked. You could at least do that much for him, if you really, truly loved him." How dare he expect me to understand.
"He left you this." The professor handed me the envelope. "Don't be too hard on him. Logan always did try to do what was best for you, even when it ment he suffered as well."
I greedily ripped it open. Inside, it read...
Dear Julie,
Common kid, don't be too angry with me. I'm only doing what's best for the both of us. I can't tell you were I'm going and I'm sorry for that too. There's so many things I should be sorry for.
You know, I never liked when you cried. It annoyed the shit out of me. Don't be a baby. Take one for the team, but still know that I fucking love you. Don't give up on me yet. I'll be back as soon as I can. While I'm gone, watch out for perverts, as you seem to be heavily attracted to them. I would know.
I coughed up a weak laugh but continued reading.
Also, I don't want you to turn all shitty and girly and crap. Stay the way you are. Wait for me.
Love you a whole fucking lot,
Logan
Yes, sad, I know. Don't worry, everything will come to terms in chapter nine. REVIEW! Lets get 45 reviews. The longest chapter so far XD
