Here's the next chapter guys! I'm thinking this story will have 12 or 13 chapters total. Not exactly sure, depends on how the next few chapters feel like panning out for me when I write them.
Well enjoy!
"Meet me in my room after you change."
Quinn slips into her room, after one last quick kiss from Logan. She changes quickly, running a towel through her hair to try and get rid of as much of the moisture as she possibly can. She smiles happily as she lets the warmth of her pajamas seep into her skin. Tonight was certainly not turning out like she'd planned, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying it. If she said she hadn't been feeling something for the group's resident spoiled rich kid this entire week.
Except, she's come to learn that Logan's not a spoiled rich kid. Or well, that's not all he is. He can also be sweet, funny, and smart in his own way. And he's definitely nice to look at. She laughs and shakes her head at her thoughts. It's so unlike her to be this giddy over a guy, and it's Logan Reese of all people. She can't help but feel like they balance each other out though. It's an odd thought to have because, honestly, they haven't even interacted all the much in the three years their group has been friends. But she finds that, when they do, they work together pretty well.
And she likes it.
She makes her way down the hall to where she's pretty sure Logan's room is. It takes her a few tries to find the right room, but when she does find it, she's surprised to see that Logan isn't in it. The door to the bathroom that's connected to his room is open, so she knows he's not in there. She takes a few minutes to look around the room. It's a typical boy's room, walls full of movie posters, most that his dad has directed, and posters of his favorite bands. His got a basketball net attached to his closet door and a laptop sits on his bed. And on his dresser is something that surprises her.
Pictures.
She's never seen pictures on Logan's side of the room at school. She walks over to take a closer look, smiling as she sees that they're all from when Logan is much younger. She laughs out loud at one picture of Logan. He can't be older than five, covered in dirt and holding a daisy out to a pretty blonde woman, who's trying to frown but the laughter is evident in the sparkle in her eyes.
"That's my mom."
Quinn jumps at the unexpected voice behind her. She turns to see Logan standing behind her, holding two cups of hot chocolate. She smiles sheepishly at him, "Sorry. I was just waiting for you and they caught my attention."
Logan shrugs, handing her one of the mugs. "It's cool." He sits on his bed and motions for Quinn to join him. "I don't get to see my mom much, she's always so busy with work. So it's nice to have pictures around. I never bring them to school because, well you know how guys are, it's just not done."
She takes a small sip of her drink, pleased to find it's not hot enough to burn her tongue. "You know Chase and Michael wouldn't make fun of you for that." At his look she laughs lightly. "Okay they might a little at first, but after a few days they'd shut up. Besides, you've seen all the pictures Michael keeps and Chase has some too."
Logan nods, sipping his drink, either not worried about how hot it might be or already aware that it's a good temperature for drinking. "I guess. It's still, I don't know, private I guess. I just have never felt the need to share it with anyone."
She looks down at her lap, feeling guilty for nosing through his things without his permission. Even if they had been sitting on his dresser in plain view. "Sorry." She says again.
"Don't worry about it." Logan grabs her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "For some reason, I don't mind you seeing them."
She looks up, surprised by his words. "Really?"
"Yeah," Logan puts his mug down on his nightstand before reaching over and tucking a stray piece of hair behind Quinn's ear. "Really."
He leans over and kisses her again. It's the total opposite of the intense, searing kisses they shared in the pool. It's slow and sweet and instead of setting Quinn's whole body of fire it makes her melt against him. She's never associated this type of sweetness with Logan Reese before this week, but now it's all she can think about. They break apart a few minutes later and Logan pulls her towards him, letting her settle between his legs and rest up against his chest.
They find a movie they both like on TV and spend the rest of the evening wrapped up in each other, trying to ignore the fact that tomorrow they'll be head back to PCA, back to their friends, and the fact that neither of them really has any idea what that means for whatever this is that they're becoming.
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The limo back to PCA is silent, but it's not the awkward silence that filled the limo at the beginning of Spring Break. It's easy and comfortable. The kind of silence that Quinn can share with Lola and Zoey. She's thankful for it, because she wants to figure out exactly what to say to the boy across from her before she starts talking. A lot has changed over the five days they were away from school and she knows its best if the sort everything out before returning to the many distractions at PCA.
"So…what do we do when we get back to school?" She asks quietly, shyly, after she has a chance to collect her thoughts. Logan turns from the window, facing the brunette genius fully. "Because I think it would be best if we just told our friends right away. They'll probably be shocked, but I know they'll come around and be happy for us even-"
"Quinn." Logan cuts her off and her stomach sinks at his tone of voice. "Look, maybe this isn't such a good idea."
"W-What isn't?"
"This." He gestures between them. "You and me. It's just-" he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, "we run in different circles."
Her eyes narrow. "We have all the same friends!"
"I know! I-ugh! I mean you're the brains and I'm, well I'm not. We're not even supposed to be friends let alone…anything else."
Her chest constricts painfully at his words. "Who says? All the idiots and trollops that we shouldn't even worry about! They only people that should even matter are our friends and I'm sure they'll support us after they get over the initial shock of it!"
"Let it go, Quinn!" His voice is harsh and Quinn sucks in a breath at his tone. "Just let it go."
"Fine." She snarls, willing her eyes to not well up. She doesn't need to cry over Logan, he's not worth her tears.
But her traitorous heart cracks, just a little, and she does everything in her power to not let the tears fall. All while mentally berating herself for being stupid enough to ever trust anything that had to do with Logan Reese. She should never have come on this vacation. It was stupid to think that he was offering the invitation just to be kind. It was stupid of her to think that he would want people to know about them, whatever they had been. It was stupid of her to think that he would change for anyone, especially her.
But mostly, it was stupid of her to trust him with her heart.
Okay, I know that a bunch of you, well those of you who are reading this, probably want to hate Logan. Don't hate him. Well, okay, hate him a little, but don't worry. Things will get better. I could never leave my poor Quinn heart broken for long. And I promise you won't hate Logan when the fic is over. At least, I hope you won't.
