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"Hey," I said, smiling. We matched: he was wearing a grey and navy blue plaid shirt with dark wash jeans. I'm glad that he didn't wear anything too fancy. We were going to the movies afterall.
"You look amazing," he said shyly. I blushed and thanked him. I grabbed his hand, and he kissed me on the cheek. "Let's go."
He guided me to his car. Apparently it rained outside, but it thankfully stopped. His car wasn't anything too special: it was a black sedan, pretty old. And I fell in love with it immediately. He opened the door for me. Wow, stereotypical date moment much?
"Thanks," I said smiling. He returned the smile and went to the driver's seat.
We had a fun ride to the movie theatres. We turned up the radio and sung the different songs on the radio. We were both terrible singers, and were laughing at our failure to hit the right notes. Then we got to the actual theater.
After we had the popcorn and the tickets and everything, we went to the room. I guess that the movie was good. But like always, the book was better than the movie. To say the truth, I was more preoccupied by Logan's arm around me.
We walked out of the movie theater hand in hand. I had no idea if we were going to go home, or if we were going to go somewhere else. I just know that I don't want to go home.
In the end we stop by at starbucks for hot cocoa. It turns out we both don't like coffee. "It's the taste- it's disgusting!" I say with emotion.
"I know, right?" he explained. "It reminds me of poison."
After that heated discussion about the things about coffee that we hate, we go to his house.
"Dad, I'm home!" he exclaimed. "My dad's an architect. He loves building things," he added to me in a monotone.
"Hey son!" a pleasant voice boomed. A man came into vision. He was one of those stereotypical father-types: medium height, a bulging belly, and a pleasant face "How was your date with-" he stopped then, seeing me. "Why hello there!" I couldn't help but smile at his charismatic tone.
"Dad, this is my girlfriend Arielle," he said, blushing. Wait- his GIRLFRIEND! Wow, upgrade :)! I was obsessing over how he said it, analyzing his pronunciation of everything. "Ari, this is my dad."
"Nice to meet you, sir," I said with a grin.
"Nonsense! The pleasure is all mine," he said. "Well, I'll just leave you youngsters alone. Nothing like an old man to make it awkward," he said, laughing. Before we could respond, he walked out of the hallway and, most likely, into his study.
The house wasn't big, but it was cozy and warm and everything that a house should be. Logan gave me a tour of the place, and I was amazed at how neat and orderly everything was. I was expecting at the very least some dirty plates in the sink, but there were none.
When we entered Logan's room, I almost stopped breathing from the beauty of it. There were navy blue walls, but one wall was a huge mural of the NYC skyline. His bed was a chocolate brown, and there were bookcases on both sides filled to the brim with books and trophies. To the corner, there was a comfortable loveseat/lounge chair that was pure white, without a single stain anywhere.
"Ari?" he said. I hate being called that, but the way he said it was actually cute. I decided to let him continue on calling me that.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Do you want to watch TV or something?"
"How about we play a game. I ask a question, you answer it, and then ask me a question."
"Sure." I lay on the lounge chair and prayed to god that I wouldn't leave a mark there. He laid down next to me and put his arm around me. He smelled nice, like a very soft hint of Axe. Axe is okay in small amounts: when you spray it all over yourself you just smell nasty.
"So- what's your last name?" he laughed.
"Caeus. Yours?"
"Dekas. Hmmm… Oh! Favorite movie?"
"Elf. Yours?"
"She's the man. You ask a question now, instead of just stealing mine!" I playfully said.
"Well then," he said and acted as if he was wounded. I kissed him on the cheek and he automatically felt better, like a cartoon hero. I laughed, and he continued. "favorite song?"
"Fearless by Taylor Swift," I blushed, because the only reason I said that song was because it reminded me so much of tonight.
"What's wrong?" he asked, noticing my blush.
"Nothing, nothing," I said, struggling to erase the redness from my face. "What's your favorite song?"
"Penny Lane by the Beatles," he said. "I like to stick to the classics. Oh, and just so you know, I met Taylor Swift." I laughed.
"You're joking," I said. But his face was dead serious.
"No, I'm not," he said. "She went to my summer camp before she was famous. She visits every once in a while. Here, I'll show you." He walked towards a board that I never noticed. I followed him, curious. There were pictures plastered everywhere. I saw a photo of him with, you guessed it, a curly haired blonde. They were evidently really close, almost like family. But I could tell that they weren't dating. Don't ask why, I just can.
"Wow, you weren't lying," I said, amazed. I took a breath, put my hands on my hips, and said, "are there any other famous people you met that I should know about?"
"Nope," he said. That's when I saw the other picture.
There was Logan with two other people that were holding hands. The pair I didn't recognize was obviously a couple, their body language showed that. The boy had bright green eyes, like me. Like, the exact shade of green, which is SERIOUSLY rare. I've never seen anybody with my eye color. But I was focusing on the girl. She had wavy/curly blond hair that fell until her flat stomach, with intense gray eyes. I knew that smile.
"wh-wh-who is that?" I said, stuttering.
"Oh, my best friends at camp, Percy and Annabeth," he said. "I miss them to pieces, you have no idea."
"Yeah, I do," I said slowly. "Because Annabeth was my best friend."