Chapter 8: Tomorrow Happening Today

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He gave me a confused look. I mean my question was out of the blue.

"I don't think me kissing you is what you need right now. I mean you were almost raped, I just don't think that's what you should be doing" he answered. I have never felt so rejected in my life. I honestly thought he'd want to kiss me, but I guess I'm stupid for thinking that.

"Wow. Okay fine. Way to make me feel good about myself Logan" I replied looking away from him.

"I just don't understand why you want me to kiss you right now. I didn't even think you liked me"

"The last person who kissed me was that creep in there. The last person who touched me like he wanted to do things to me was him. All I'm asking is for you to erase those memories. I need you to do this for me, as...friends. Yes, I admit it. I want to be friends with you. I don't like what you do to girls, but you haven't given me a reason to not trust you, or a reason to not be friends with you. I told you it was easier to not like you because if I did, if I knew you... I knew I'd eventually get hurt, because that's what guys like you do. But if we're friends, you have to promise you won't play with me. I'm not the person I pretend to be, I don't have the have the rock hard exterior I pretend to have, I'm fragile, I break easily. You just can't do that stuff with me. But, just this once, I know I need you to kiss me right now, I need you to touch me" I was upset while explaining myself. I seriously hope I don't regret this.

"Okay, okay to everything. I'll be your friend. I'll kiss you, I'll touch you, whatever you want... I'll do it" Logan voiced calmly. He looked into my eyes, then his gaze shifted from my eyes to my lips. "Come here" he whispered.

"Wait what?" I furrowed my brows together. I was a little confused.

"Jones, if I get to kiss you, I'm gonna make it worth it, so get over here" he stated nodding his head to the left indicating for me to get on top of him. I smiled and climbed over the arm rest between us and straddled him with my legs on either side. I turned around and turned the volume up on the radio. 'It's You' played from the speakers and made everything feel like slow motion. He placed his hands on my hips and I placed my hands on the back of his neck while keeping my thumbs on his jawline.

"Not that I'm not enjoying this right now, but are you sure you wanna do this?" he asked me sounding a little nervous.

"Yeah, are you sure you wanna do this? You seem a little nervous" I stared at his lips.

"I have probably one of the world's most beautiful girls on top of me right now and she's asking me to kiss her, so I apologize If I seem a little nervous Jones" he joked.

"Just kiss me already" I whispered feeling anxious. I brought his head towards mine and our lips crashed together as his hands held my body against his. His hands gripped my butt and his tongue entered my mouth willingly. My right hand went down his back and my left hand stayed on his neck while his hands moved to cup my face. Our tongues tangled together as I leaned backward and his body stayed on top of mine as he leaned forward. He smiled against my lips and we had one last second of the kiss before I broke the intimate moment. We both sat there with our foreheads touching, trying to catch our breath. I bit my lip reminiscing about how our lips were smashed together just a minute ago. He was such a good kisser. Like you have good, you have above average, you have your pros, and then there was this guy. I mean Logan's kiss made the earth shake and my knees weak.

"Stella... what are you thinking right now?" I didn't know if I should answer his question with a lie or tell him the truth. I mean we were friends now, so I probably shouldn't lie to him.

"Uh, well, I'm thinking that.... that kiss was the best kiss I've ever had. My stomach is flipped upside down, my knees are weak, that was like an earth-shattering kiss, you're a really good kisser" I pretty much just told him what I was saying, I didn't even filter it. Why did I do that? 

"You're not too bad yourself" he smirked. He gave me look that said the kiss made him feel the same way.

"We probably shouldn't do it again though" I voiced getting off of him and sitting back on the passengers side.

"Yeah, yeah you're right" he looked down seeming a little disappointed. "I want to know you" he stated looking back up at me.

"What do you want to know?"

"I want to know everything. Your'e favorite type of music, your idea of the perfect night, your favorite thing to do, how you cut your sandwhiches, your favorite kind of flowers, stuff like that." he got enthusiastic.

"I don't have a favourite type of music, I listen to whatever, as long as it's a good song. Perfect night would be driving with one of my friends to New York, blasting the radio, just like they do in 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower', my favourite thing to do is just hanging out with a friend, playing some music, I cut my sandwiches diagonally, and my favourite flowers are sunflowers, but I don't like when people buy me them"

"Why don't you like when people buy you flowers?" he asked curiously.

"Cause flowers work so hard to grow and then they just get picked, like all that work was for nothing. I just don't like it, it makes me sad" he just smiled at my answer. I looked for my phone, but I couldn't find it. "Do you know where my phone is?"

"No I don't, you probably lost it when you were either getting the shit beat out of you, or beating the shit out of those two guys. We can always go back and look for it though" he replied.

"Oh yeah" I said remembering the fact that I was punched in the face. "On a scale of one to ten how bad do I look right now?" I questioned feeling my cheekbone where I was punched.

"Like a negative 86" he smiled trying to be nice.

"Do you know what time it is?" he checked his phone to answer my question.

"12:26" I smiled looking down. "Why are you smiling?"

"I like staying up past midnight. It's like tomorrow happening today" I stated.

"I like you Jones"

"I'd be worried if you didn't" I faked a concerned look and then we both laughed.

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The radio was still on and I didn't like the song that was playing so I changed the radio station to the one I liked. They played a lot of old songs, but they were all good old songs. My eyes widened in shock. I could here the start of the song Blue Bayou playing. I turned it up and waited for the lyrics. I sat back in the seat and was shocked at what caught my attention.

"I feel so bad, I've got a worried mind" I heard Logan sing the first lyric. I whipped my head to look over at him and my mouth was dropped. He pretended he was holding a microphone as he was singing. It was perfect. I listened to him sing the next lyric with an admired look on my face. He was just so good. When he talks he sounds perfect, so you could just imagine what him singing sounded like. I sang the female part after the second lyric. His face just smiled. I sang the rest of song with him and we just went all out on every verse. The whole thing was perfect.

"You belong in a boy band or something. With your look and your voice!! Like holy shit you're good" I voiced enthusiastically. He just chuckled and looked at me.

"My look huh?" he smirked at me wiggling one eyebrow.

"Oh come on, you know what I mean"

"Can't be famous Jones, not right now" his features tightened and he started to look upset. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable so I just dropped the subject. "What about you? Why aren't you famous?"

"I'm not quite sure" I joked and we both kind of chuckled. I got serious. I needed to ask him something. "Listen, I know that so far you haven't given me a reason not to trust you, but can I trust you? Like with anything? Because I don't trust people, especially people I've just met. It's not like I'm saying can I trust you with my life because I don't think I'll ever need to do that, but can I just trust you with regular stuff like telling you about my bad days and why they were bad, or trusting you to not hurt me" I asked him with sympathetic eyes searching his. He seemed distracted in his thoughts. "Logan?" he then seem to jump back into reality.

"Yeah you can trust me, with anything. You can trust me with your life too, I promise" he had a really serious look plastered on his face like he thought at some point I would need to trust him with my life.

We talked until roughly 3 am. Talked about life. Talked about ourselves. I've never done that before, it was kind of nice. We watched the party die down a bit, but it was still going. The whole time I felt like Logan didn't get to just talk, ever. He was too busy being the bad boy and flirting with girls or making out with them to have an actual conversation with a friend. The more I got to know him and the more he opened up I started to like him even more. He was really smart, funny, and he always had the perfect thing to say. He told me about how he moved here because his mom got a new job here and how his dad died not too long ago. I felt bad, he seemed really upset about the situation. I had to go eventually so I told him that I'd drive Alivia home and then just go home myself. He wanted to drive me home, but I didn't feel like coming back to get my car tomorrow. He went in the house to get Alivia. I couldn't go back in there, so he went in for me. He made his way out the front door with a drunk Alivia and we all walked to my car. I helped Alivia get into the car and made my way around to the drivers side and leaned against the door with Logan standing in front of me. I decided hug him and then he hugged me back tighter.

"Thank you for everything" I whispered.

"Anytime Jones" he replied. I broke the hug and smiled at him. "I'll see you soon" he added with a faint smile.

"Yeah, I'll see you Monday" I smiled and then he gave me a nod before he walked away. I got in the car and started it while looking over to my right to see Alivia drunk.

"You guys seem close, did you jump his bones or something?" she blurted out and I felt my jaw drop wide open and I started to laugh. I cannot believe she just asked that.

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It was the next morning. I didn't know what time it was, I like to sleep in on Saturdays. I got up to brush my teeth. I was brushing my teeth and I heard a knock on the door downstairs, my parents were already up, so I figured one of them would just get the door. I finished brushing my teeth and I heard my mom greeting someone at the door.

"Stella! Someone's here to see you!" she shouted from the bottom of the stairs. I really didn't want to go to the door. I had on sweatpants and a t-shirt that was too big for me. My hair was in a messy bun that was flopped over from me sleeping on it. Can I just say I don't want to see anyone? I made my way down the stairs and walked around the open door to see who it was.

What the hell is he doing here?

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