A/N: So this chapter is Logan and Jo's first date. Aww!

Disclaimer: See chapter 1.

What If

4. Reaction

Jo and I were on our first date. The two of us were in a movie theatre. We were about to watch the latest horror movie, Panic Room. I told Jo that I was fine enduring a chick flick, but she insisted on watching a movie a bit less effeminate. I was currently psyching myself up because secretly, I hated scary movies. I was…easily frightened, and I was so scared Jo would think I was a wuss.

You can do this, Logan! It's just a movie! It's not real! Just…make sure you don't drink a lot of soda. Oh, and try not to scream when it comes to the scary parts. Don't turn your head away or cover your eyes when it comes to the scary parts either; that will be too obvious. You've got nothing to worry about. I'm sure everything will go just fine.

Up until this point, I had been a perfect gentleman. I had held doors open for her, pulled out her chair for her at the restaurant we ate at before this, let her sit down before me. Who said chivalry was dead? It wasn't an act I was putting on; I was just naturally polite.

I let out a yawn as I stretched my arms toward the ceiling. Then, I casually draped an arm over Jo's shoulder. She turned to look at me at the exact same time I turned to look at her. I immediately withdrew my arm, and rested it on my lap instead.

"Is that too soon? Because I could…I mean if…I don't want you…that wasn't…I don't know what I was thinking," I stammered.

Jo laughed at me. That's right; she laughed at me!

"Don't be like that. It was…cute," Jo commented.

Cute. Just what every guy aspires to be. Note my sarcasm…

"Logan, don't pout," Jo said.

"Who's pouting? I'm not pouting!" I replied with my arms folded over my chest and my bottom lip jutting out.

Jo laughed harder than before. I actually liked Jo's laugh. It wasn't annoying like some girls' laughs. Some laughs almost make you not want to be funny.

"Oh, look at that. Something's on the screen," I stated even though it was only the pre-movie commercials.

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I was mortified. I was completely and utterly mortified. Jo might be enjoying herself, but I thought this date couldn't go any worse. Despite trying to keep my eyes glued to the screen, I currently had my head buried in Jo's shoulder, eyes squeezed shut. Jo was laughing at me. People were probably looking at her funny because here she was laughing during a scary movie. Not that I would know because I currently couldn't see anything; not that I wanted to see anything…

It never failed, every single scary moment of the movie, I would scream like a little girl and Jo would laugh at me. Only the really scary parts caused her to scream with me. The worst part was I would scream at parts that no one else in the audience found scary, and I was therefore the only one who screamed. My cheeks flushed out of embarrassment and I was glad that people probably couldn't see how fiercely I was blushing.

"Logan, come on. It's not even a scary part right now. Listen to the musical score," Jo said.

"No! I don't believe you!" I retorted, keeping my face buried in her shoulder.

She laughed at me for the umpteenth time tonight. I wanted to roll my eyes but I was afraid of opening them. Of course I wasn't even facing the screen, so even if I did open my eyes, strictly hypothetically speaking, I wouldn't…Shut up!

"Whose idea was it to watch this anyways?" I grumbled.

"Yours," Jo answered.

"No it wasn't! I was down with watching the chick flick, but no! Someone wanted to watch the scary movie instead!"

"It's not even that scary!"

"Funny. I seem to remember you screaming!"

"Besides, you agreed to watch it! If you didn't want to, then why did you agree to it?"

Blast it! She had me beat. I have two choices before me: admit defeat or avoidance…

"Can we go home now?" I asked.

"But the movie's not over yet!" Jo protested.

"Oh darn! My life as I know it is ruined now!"

Jo grabbed me by the hand, and I relished the contact. She pulled me to my feet with surprisingly relative ease. People started to yell at us for blocking their view. Jo and I both muttered apologies as we made our way to the aisle.

"Come on, you big baby," Jo said to me.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Okay, so confession: I really enjoyed writing scaredy-cat Logan. Hopefully he wasn't too out of character. I just remember how his friends (Carlos in particular) teased Logan about being "so scared of everything" in Big Time Crib. I took that and ran with it.