Wow, this update is really belated. I am sorry about that!
This is only part one of chapter seven (or six in my mind :P), there will probably be one or two more parts to this notch on the timeline.
This probably does suck, I haven't been writing recently.
Thank you all for everything. It means so much to me.
This decision has already deepened into a regret by the time I manage to pull myself together and pull into that luxurious driveway of his.
By the time he answered my text and walked out that humongous door I was already questioning my actions.
I didn't even know the kid the first time, why on Earth would I meet with him again?
I guess that's just how magical your mind is; it works in such powerful ways.
Not to mention you can rarely control the damn thing.
Oh no, he's already here.
"Hello there," he says a little too quietly, looking directly into my eyes. His chocolate colored eyes are shining brighter than what I remembered, making me want him more.
Kendall. Get. Your. Fucking. Shit. Together.
"Hi," I grin, raising a hand to him.
Stick to the plan, and it'll all work out. Even though you aren't quite sure if it will be for the better.
"Kendall," he smirks, moments after I realize I had been staring at him. "You okay? Your smile is kind of lopsided."
How cute could he possibly get? He's making your rejection a little bit harder each time you look into those eyes.
I nod. "I am perfectly fine. No, I'm great. How have you been, though? You've been good?"
All you had to say was, "I'm sorry, Logan. I can't make it tonight. Or any night after this." Yet, you completely blew it.
"I'm happy."
"That's really nice," I smile once more, hoping it's better than the last.
Oh, what are you thinking? You can't let an angel like him go.
"I know," he chuckles. "Now are you gonna unlock the car door?"
Oh, right.
That's pretty important.
I feel my cheeks redden as my finger trails up the door panel, fumbling with the unlocking feature.
If I don't truly feel anything for this kid, why can't I act like a normal, mature adult around him, instead of a babbling, blushing fool?
Answer me this.
"Have you seen any interesting clients recently?" I ask, genuinely curious, during a charming and relaxing dinner of expensive, yet tasteless pasta.
He shakes his head. "I haven't worked in a while. Just taking it easy, really. I'm taking a relaxing vacation, only at my house. So I wouldn't have to pay any money."
He chuckles and I bite my tongue, holding back harsh coated words.
Huh. Must be fucking nice.
"What about you, Kendall? Has your telemarketing agency acquired any cool and or unusual partners?"
I cough back a forkful of noodles and try to remember that specific lie. "No, no, work has been pretty slow."
"Oh," he mutters, looking down at his own plate.
I sigh, trying to think of an alright response to his 'oh'.
"Do you want to get out of here, Logan?"
He nods and I raise my hand for the waiter to magically appear.
Luckily, Logan doesn't know you weren't the knight in shining armor, Mr.-I-Owe-James-Everything.
I really need to get my mind checked out.
Yes, of course you do. Why are you questioning it?
I really don't know how almost every time we get into a car together, we automatically feel the need to touch eachother.
I'm not complaining, though, it's nice to be affectionate with someone you like.
And the feeling of his lips on mine make me want to walk on sunshine.
My stomach is rumbling uncontrollably as I pull into James' parking garage, which is extremely dark and brooding.
Maybe the anticipation will brutally murder me.
Probably not, my life isn't that morbid.
I try to remember James and his once comforting words, which are now only eating me inside.
"Oh, Kendall," Logan gasps as we walk inside James' house. "Your house is lovely!"
Holy shit, how I want to kiss him right this instant.
Could he get any more freaking perfect?
Oddly enough, I don't think so.
I gulp back any desire I had in my system, in favor of chills crawling up my back.
His glorious grin is the only thing that brings me back to Earth.