Here's another update guys! Next chapter will finally bring John and Dukes into the picture.
"I want to go now." Logan was pacing again. I remained silent, laying in one of the beds provided in the run down motel we stopped at. I had convinced Logan we should wait until the next day to see John and Dukes, but just barely. I knew he wanted to go-go-go nonstop, but I was tired and quite frankly, I needed to work up the will.
"This is stupid, why wait?" I rolled my eyes and set down the Cosmo Logan had grabbed for me at the last gas station. Apparently girls love it. I repositioned myself so I was resting on my elbows when Logan turned to face me once more. "You can't be comfortable anyway…" He gestured to the stained carpet and the sketchy bathroom neither of us were brave enough to shower in.
"Logan, just sit down," I sighed motioning to the second bed. He grumbled, but obeyed. "John isn't going anywhere between now and morning, so why don't you just relax a little?" He glared, but laid his head back onto the pillow. I nodded and turned back to my magazine, hoping for a little quiet. And that's when I heard it. The unrelenting pounding from the room next door and the incessant squeaking of a bed.
I glanced at Logan who was trying to conceal a smile. I through my pillow at him, but he merely laughed. "Hey! You picked the motel with an hourly rate," he chuckled. I groaned and stood up from my own bed. I pulled the blanket with me to cover myself (every time I travel, I never fail to forget my pajamas and so once more had to settle for bra and underwear) and faced the wall. Before Logan could react I was banging my fist on the wall screaming for silence from the other side.
I swear to God, the noises got louder. How rude. "Nadia, what the Hell are you doing?" Logan cried, jumping up and pulling my arms back. "Leave them alone." I glared at him and kicked the wall once more.
"If that keeps up, I'm not going to be able to sleep!" I shouted, pointing at the wall.
"Come on, it's not a big deal," Logan replied pulling me down next to him.
"Yes it is Logan! Here I am just doing my own thing and then they come along to ruin my night because they're selfish!" I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. "It's like they don't even care we're trying to sleep here, they're just going to do whatever they want no matter how it affects our lives!" I was actually sobbing into Logan's shoulder at this point and needless to say he was confused at my over the top reaction to our neighbors.
"Nadia, I don't-"
"It's not fair Logan that they can do whatever they want – to whoever they want – with no consequences! I mean doesn't it matter what I want?" I could feel Logan patting my hair, trying his hardest to comfort me.
"Are we still talking about the two next door?" he asked when I finally quieted down enough for him to speak clearly. I laughed, tears still rolling down my cheeks. "Because if we are…I can go talk to them. If we aren't…don't worry, I'll take care of that too." I wiped my eyes and lifted my face to meet his warm gaze.
"Promise?" I whispered. He flashed me a small grin and nodded. I stood and moved over to my own bed; the one slightly less stained. Before Logan even had a chance to turn out the lights, I was already out.
The next morning, I woke to find Logan already gone. At first I thought he had abandoned me here to this horrid motel of horror, but I quickly spotted his leather jacket on the bed. I didn't recognize it from our earlier years, so he must have acquired sometime between then and his coming to finding me again. He seemed incredibly fond of it…a gift from his girlfriend perhaps?
I decided to risk using the shower, praying it was cleaned before Logan and I arrived. Despite the discomforting cracks and stains in the shower, the warm water felt good after two days of driving. As soon as I finished cleaning up, I returned to the main room and locked the door as I dressed.
Quickly I realized how smart I was to choose Minnesota to settle down in over anywhere in the south. The heat was a thousand times worse in Nevada, I only thanked God it was dry opposed to humid. I dug through my bag and found a pair of cutoff denim short shorts I had never before had use for and pulled them on. I grimaced at the amount of leg I was showing and was relieved the little girls had never seen me like this. I dug through the bag and found my favorite baseball tee (three quarter sleeves thank you very much) and pulled it on. I usually saved it for when I was alone at home so as not to reveal too much skin in front of others, but with the still rising temperature outside, I allowed me the revealing top. I placed a hand over my bare midriff and cringed. I was really skinny…
While I waited for Logan to return I lay back down on my bed and played a bit with my powers. I hadn't used them often for the past two years for fear of being seen, but now I figured I should pull out my old bag of tricks. Who knew what we would be faced with in the coming days?
I placed my hair brush flat on the bed and concentrated on creating a force field between it and the bed. My goal? Catch it when it popped into the air. Apparently I didn't know my own strength, because instead of raising it slowing of the bed, the brush flew at my face and cracked me upside the head.
"Motherf-!" I muttered. Obviously, I was a little off my game. I continued practicing this same way until a heard a loud rumble from outside the room. I pulled back the blinds and groaned at the sight before me.
Logan had decided to surprise me outside the motel with a worn out old motor cycle. I merely gaped as I stepped outside into the glaring sun. There was no way I was sitting on such a death trap. He, however, had a smile wider this face would allow. He had told me during the car ride how he loved motorcycles, but I hadn't expected him to get one, especially right now.
"I'm not driving into Las Vegas in a yellow bug," he explained, noting the incredulous look on my face. "Anyway, now we look like we mean business," he added in an afterthought.
"No no no," I replied shaking my head. And since when does motorcycle equal business. "This is bullshit Logan, we are taking the car. I'm not risking my life so you can get your thrills."
He laughed, "But you'll risk your life by finding Creed?" I closed my mouth. Honestly the motorcycle was probably safer. I stepped closer to the bike, eyeing it warily.
"No speeding, okay?" He nodded and handed me the lone helmet. I took it tentatively and then gasped, "Logan what about all our shit?" God only a few days with him and I was turning into a potty mouth. I needed to work on that. He quickly explained he had paid for the room for another night and we would come back after seeing John. I nodded as he flung one leg over the monstrous bike. I tried to follow suit, but my shorts had different ideas.
"Maybe jeans would be more appropriate?" he suggested avoiding looking at my legs. I scowled and finally got myself situated behind Logan.
"It's 90,000 degrees Logan, I'm fine," I felt him shrug as he started forward. I gave a small scream and clutched my arms around his waist. He laughed as we pulled out onto the main road.
"Nadia, I've seen you jump out of planes, face off against full on assassins, and not to mention kill…how are you afraid of this?" I spit my hair out my mouth and rested my body against his back, ignoring the question. How could I answer a question I didn't even know the answer too?