Authors Note: Hi! Sooo this story is my first ever FanFic. I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! Reviews would be much appreciated :)
Oh and i dont own any of these characters!
Chapter 16: This Part
It was 8:00 pm and the sun had already set upon Los Angeles. Darkness had already swallowed all of Palmwoods Park and a single figure could barely be seen under the hazy glow of the street lamps.
A girl with green eyes looked down at her rented bicycle. It was small and blue, it had a small basket in the front, where her phone and her novel were comfortably residing.
Her pupils were each invaded by misery, by pain, by confusion- but it was easy to see that the contraption below her was not completely to blame.
Laced at the very rims of her murky gaze was also exhaustion.
Alex Bennet longed for a vacant sleep to take over her lifeless body and to pull her mind away from thoughts of him, but Alex Bennet was well aware that she couldn't return to apartment 2D. Alex Bennet knew that if she couldn't separate her mind from him, she HAD to separate her body. So she offered her body to the bike in hopes that the method of transportation would distance her from thoughts of Logan.
It was not relaxing. It was not comforting. It was not enjoyable. And it was not any better when you were tired, hungry, and alone in a park at night. But for the past hour or so, bike-riding had become a welcomed distraction for Alex Bennet.
But, even if she wouldn't admit it, Alex STILL hadn't gained any ability in riding the damn thing.
It may have been a result of her exhaustion. It may have been her hunger. It may have been that the helmet on her head was strapped just a little too tight. Or even of the numerous bike-related injuries she had gained in the past hour.
But Alex Bennet had suddenly never been so scared in her life. A twig cracking to her left. A flickering light to her right. A cough from the darkness ahead. Another twig, this time much louder. The slightest reflection of light up ahead. Movement in the bushes behind her.
Alex Bennet then did the only thing she could think of, she hopped onto the bike and peddled as hard as she could.
In one of her movies, she would have suddenly gotten over her fears and learned to successfully ride a bike. She would have made it smoothly all the way back to the Palmwoods. Once there, a sports agent would have no doubt realized that she had the skill to become the next great cyclist. He would have signed her on the spot, and in a matter of months she would have won countless trophies and medals. Her face would have been plastered around billboards and Gatorade ads around the world and she would even have her own cereal- Bennet-O's: The Breakfast of Champions!
But she didn't. In reality, Alex Bennet was still clumsy and uncoordinated and she was still unable to ride a bike. So within a matter of seconds, she turned the bike far too quickly and felt herself lose control of the contraption.
Bam. Skid. Screech. Bam again. The bike flew out from underneath her and Alex fell towards her left. She half- expected her face to make contact with the cold grass below, but it never did.
The exhaustion. The hunger. The sadness. The fear. The confusion. Maybe it was a combination of all of her emotions, but at that moment Alex Bennet simply stared at the face which was inches below her own.
Even in the hazy glow of the streetlamps. Even after being trampled AGAIN by her bicycle. Even after everything that had happened, he still looked perfect.
The mere sight of his fair skin and mahogany eyes made her long for him. She was intoxicated by his smell- so harsh yet so inviting. Her eyes tipsily wandered towards the slivers of pink on his face and she could feel her mind lose control.
She collapsed forward and her lips crashed onto his. Their lips parted almost as quickly as they met.
She had begun to sit up, but was stopped when Logan instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back onto him.
He could feel her hot breath on his own mouth and he quickly muffled her breathing with his lips until he could suddenly taste the sweetness of her kiss again.
A mere sip from the bottle. And now they needed more.
Logan greedily raised his arms to Alex's face. The girl responded by lacing her fingers through his dark hair and pulling him even closer to her.
The two pairs of lips continued to battle for control until Logan's tongue finally grazed Alex's lip. She readily accepted and parted her own lips allowing him to explore every inch of her mouth. She took the opportunity to do the same as her own tongue massaged his.
A drink or two was all it took and they were wasted.
The kiss was sloppy and rough, yet neither could part. They had each waited for this moment for far too long and now neither could control their actions, a mere taste of the forbidden had made them drunk with passion.
Logan and Alex lingered as both of their lips trembled against each-other. Each of them hesitated. They were moments from separating and each of them took the time to memorize the contours of the other's mouth until finally pulling apart.
Control was shoved back into the hands of the two alcoholics, and the bottle slipped out of their hands.
"What are you doing?" His voice was threaded with the intensity from moments before.
"What are YOU doing?" Her voice was just as severe.
The bottle was gone and the feelings of passion and necessity were spilling out.
Need immediately turned to anger as it poured into each the drunkards.
"You did it first!" Louder.
"You did it more!" Louder still.
His mouth gaped open, but he was unable to form any words.
Only then did she realize she was still lying on top of him, she quickly sat herself up until finally settling onto her own patch of grass. Logan did the same, and the two stared silently at each other.
Logan looked at her, as a feeling of familiarity washed over him. It was suddenly replaced by an awareness of pain in his shoulder. No doubt a result of their most recent collision. Weve been through this one too many times, he thought to himself.
The girl was quiet as she stared at the ground below.
"This is the part where you say 'Logan'" He spoke quietly
"Logan" She managed before taking a deep breath in, "and this" another breath "is the part where you say 'Alex'"
"Alex" He whispered.
"What part are we at now" she asked as her eyes fell on his.
"I think" He struggled on each syllable, "this is when I offer you my help"
"And then I refuse" She immediately made her way to her feet, as if she was trying to prove to the boy that this time she didnt need nor want his help, but the hunger and the exhaustion took hold and she lost her balance.
Logan got up quickly enough to catch the girl before she slipped backwards. She remained cradled in his embrace for as long as she could.
"I didnt need your help" she continued bitterly as she separated herself from his arms.
"I think you did" his increase in volume, showed the girl that he was offended by her comment.
"Well, I didnt want it, ok?" She was even louder.
"Why cant you ever just say 'thank you'?" He badgered. Logan Mitchell didnt do well under pressure. He didnt do well with tension, but there was something about her that made every one of his emotions ten times stronger. That intensity scared him more than anything.
"You want me to thank you?" Alex countered as her eyebrows furrowed, "Oh yah, thanks for everything Logan" Her words were harsh and drowned in ssarcasm.
Okay, I deserved that, Logan thought.
She looked up and could tell that his mind was racing. She noticed how focused his gaze was on the grass below and immediately felt the anger from before begin to spill out of her now-quiet voice: "I." deep breath. "Im Sorry"
His eyes wandered up and Logan really studied her for the first time ever. Everything about her seemed out of place. Her dark hair looked burnt as it lay upon her ghostly pale skin. It was tied behind her head very loosely and shorter layers of the charred strands had freed themselves from the rubberband and were now tousling nervously in the light breeze. The sickening white of her face was even more set off by her eyes. Alex's eyes could never be described as 'sparkling emeralds'. Her irises seemed to be drowned in a dark, disturbing green that resembled a dirty, murky moss. Still in the absense of any pink from her cheeks or lips, these swampy pallettes were the only offering of color in her sickly white face.
Seperately, these unusual features would be unnerving to anyone. But on Alex Bennet, the result was disturbingly beautiful.
She paused, waiting for him to say something but he didnt, so she continued. "Im sorry I bumped into you again. I thought I was alone, and then I heard a sound so I guess I freaked out"
He saw something take hold of the mossy irises, and suddenly he knew she was telling the truth. He couldnt help but giggle. "Youre alone at night, in a park." He looked at the girl increduously, "You hear a weird noise, and youre first instinct was to follow it into the dark?"
Alex laughed and Logan noticed the sparkle that returned to her gaze.
Damn, i love that laugh.
"i guess i was just a little disoriented" Alex explained sheepishly, as she reached down for her phone. "crap, i think my phone flew out of the bike basket during the crash. Damn it!"
"Dont worry," Logan offered her his crooked smile, "ill help you find it"
"Is this the part where I refuse?" Alex teased.
"Very clever, " Logan laughed, as he began searching for the phone.
Silence consumed Palmwoods Park as it's only inhabitants scoured the grass for the device.
"Aha" Alex turned to face the boy as he held his arm triumphantly in the air. "Got it"
He smiled proudly as we walked towards Alex, before finally holding the small telephone out to her.
She reached out and grabbed the phone after filling the gap between their two bodies.
"I believe that this," He smirked as he whispered into the inches of space between their faces, "is the part where you thank me"
"Changing the script are we?" Alex bent her head slightly as she winked up at Logan, "So what part is next?"
Logan could feel Alex's hot breath on his own as he spoke: "This." Deep breath. "This is the part where.." He could now feel her lips wavering lightly against his own, "where we... "
He never finished his sentence, his train of thought crashed when his lips collided with hers.
His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist as he tenderly pressed his lips against hers, their eyes both closed and their minds both focused. Both teens hesitated before moving their lips but eventually the still contact evolved into a simple, sweet meeting. But before the kiss could deepen anymore, Alex suddenly pulled away.
"I" Logic had yanked Alex Bennets attention from what would have been a perfect kiss, "I" her lips pursed as she spoke, "Im sorry, Logan. I cant. Not again"
With that, Alex's feet turned swiftly and carried her body back towards the Palmwoods. Her heart was fighting with her mind, silently begging her to turn around. She only regained control once- she turned back but the sight on confusion and misery in Logan's dark pupils caused her heart to stutter in its actions, and her mind took back control... I cant go through that again. NO DISTRACTIONS- NOT AGAIN.
FINALLY! I promised that Logan and Alex would get together, and they did :) but i couldnt make it too easy for the little geniuses... and Im weak, ahahha i couldnt stand being mad at Logan. Soooo now its Alex's turn! gahhh i dont think i could walk away from Logan like she did :)
Anywaaaaaays, sorry i havent been updating. I know i get alot of those "story alert" things which i love! but i havent really been getting any reviews so i guess i took my sadness out on the story and i just wasnt really encouraged to write :( but still, ill try to update soon-ish :)
I will love you all in exchange for some reviews... hehehe is that bribing? Let's just call it earning my love :) but seriosuly what did you guys think of this scene oh and the descrition of Alex? thats my favorite part so far, idk hhahah i wanted to make her differentish but i dont know if i captured it right.