21| Hannah Montana is The Cure For Everything

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21| Hannah Montana is The Cure For Everything

LOGAN was even more irritable than I had ever seen her before, which surprised me. Even when I switched out her water that day in the cafeteria months ago, she hadn't been this mad. I guess it was just weird seeing her so frustrated, and the reason didn't have anything to do with me. In fact, I was now trying to help her be less angry. What kind of an upside-down world did we live in?

She was sitting in the passenger seat of my car, staying completely silent. I would sneak a glance at her every so often, just to find her in the same exact place: sitting and staring out the front window with a blank face. It bothered me that she wasn't making jokes at my expense, or even smiling in the least bit. So I decided to turn up the volume on the music playing, and skip to my personal favorite song.

    "Oh my God, you're seriously playing this," Logan said, staring at me in disbelief.

    I shrugged and started to sing along. "Smooth talkin! So rockin! He's got everything that a girls wanting!"

    She rolled her eyes at me, shaking her head. Still no smile. Guess I had to keep going.

    "Guitar cutie, he plays it groovy! And I can't help myself from doing something stupid!" I sang at the top of my lungs.

    I looked over at Logan who was now looking at me, and I could tell that she was holding back a smile. I grinned at her and continued my song.

    "Think I'm really falling for his smile, get butterflies when he says my name!"

    Suddenly, Logan cracked a smile and shook her head. She mumbled a quick, "You're so dead after this," before she joined in on the song herself.

    "He's got something special! He's got something special! And when he's looking at me, I wanna get all sentimental. He's got something special! He's got something special! I can hardly breathe, somethings been telling me, telling me maybe he could be the one! He could be the one! He could be the oneee!" We sang together, and we continued until the song was done.

    I turned the volume down as Logan and I's laughter took over sound in the car. "Fuck," she laughed. "I can't stand you, you know that?"

    "I know," I told her. "Who would've known that a little Hannah Montana would put a smile on Logan Pierce's face? I guess my hypothesis was right."

    "And what was your hypothesis?"

    "Hannah Montana is the cure for everything," I stated.

    "You are the worst," Logan groaned, but then broke out into laughter once again. "But I think you might be right."

I decided to play Hannah Montana the rest of the ride, just to keep the happiness going. Just looking over to see Logan zoned out, singing to Hannah Montana was enough for me to keep it on. Not my favorite music, that was for sure, but it sufficed. And honestly, her music kind of slaps.

I pulled up to my house and Logan stopped singing. "We're at your house? Noah Locke, I thought you told me that you weren't a player!" She teased, elbowing me in the arm. She wore a wide grin the entire time, and I couldn't help but smile back. I could almost feel myself blushing.

Nope. I do not blush.

"Don't flatter yourself, Pierce," I replied. "We're just picking up my sister. And then we're going to the park.

"The park?" She asked. "We're going to the park."

I nodded. "And then she has a ballet recital that I'm forcing you to go to. We'll just have to see where the night takes us after that."

The back door swung open and I turned around to see Amelia jump in the car. "Noah!" She yelled, then looked over at Logan and smiled widely. "Is this your girlfriend?"

"Absolutely not," Logan answered, and Amelia frowned.

I rolled my eyes. "Amelia, this is my frenemy Logan."

"What's a frenemy?"

"It's when 2 people are kind of friends, but also kind of dislike each other," I informed her, shooting Logan a smirk. She brushed it off and turned around to face Amelia.

"I'm Logan," she introduced.

Amelia smiled. "I'm Amelia, and you can call me Amelia because I don't like any of the nicknames associated with my name. They're all gross. Millie, Mel, the works," she replied, and Logan chuckled.

"I like her," Logan said to me, turning back to face the road. I started driving away to take us to the park. The entire ride was filled with Amelia blabbing on and on about Barbie movies, her ballet recital tonight, and bubblegum flavored ice cream. She always was a talkative one.

At the park, Amelia immediately ran over to where our neighbors were playing on the playground. She always got extremely excited when there were other kids hanging out, even if she didn't know them. Amelia had a knack for making new friends. She was just likable and she put herself out there. I honestly admired her a little bit, which was slightly dumb since she was so much younger than me.

Logan and I started walking around the park to kill time while Amelia had her fun.

"How old is she?" Logan asked.

"Hmm? Oh, Amelia. She's 6, she's in 1st grade," I told her, and she nodded.

"And she dances, then?"

"Yeah. Ballet mostly, it's her favorite. She does a little bit of everything, though."

"Cool," Logan said. "Do you go to every one of her recitals?"

"I try to," I said. "My parents are never home, so they can hardly ever make it. I like to see her face when she sees me in the crowd clapping for her at the end. Her eyes just light up, and her smile is perfect."

"That's sweet," Logan said, and then cleared her throat. "I mean, for you. Being an asshole and all, that's the nicest thing you've admitted to doing."

"I'll take that as a half-compliment."

"So what do your parents do then?" Logan asked.

"You really are asking a lot of questions, Pierce. Kind of seems like you're trying to get to know me better," I teased, and she punched me in the arm.

"Shut the hell up. I just don't want to walk in awkward silence. And... frenemies can talk, can't they?" She responded, and I shrugged.

"I guess," I said. "My parents are both pretty big in the business world. They have their own business and they go around helping others ad buying others to keep them alive. They just travel a lot."

    "Does it ever bother you? Not having them around?"

    "Not really," I admitted, and it was the truth. Sure, I occasionally missed them, but I didn't necessarily mind not having them around. "I mean, it's fine."

    "Weren't you the one who told me that 'fine' never means what it's supposed to mean?" Logan said, smiling at me.

    "I guess I did say that," I laughed. "It's not so bad for me. More freedom and all—"

    "More parties?"

    "I mean, yeah. It's worse for Amelia, though. I mean, she's 6 years old and she started ballet when she was 4. My parents haven't been to one of her recitals since January last year," I informed her.

    "That's a long time," Logan said.

    "Yep," I agreed. "But like I said, it's fine. Doesn't bother me."

    Logan just nodded and we continued walking.

    "What about you?" I questioned.

    "What about me?"

    "Your parents," I started, "what's your relationship with them?"

    Logan took a deep breath, and as I looked over towards her, she tensed up. She kept quiet, then headed over to a bench and sat down. I sat next to her, and she laid her head back to look up towards the sky, closing her eyes.

    "Rough subject," she muttered.

    "Hey, we don't have to talk about it. I could turn on some Hannah Montana right now, and—"

    "Just shut up, Locke," Logan said, letting her head fall down to look at me. Her light brown hair fell effortlessly over her shoulders, and her vibrant blue eyes stared into my mind.

    Jesus. Snap out of it.

    She looked away, sighing in the process. "I told you about how my parents were always putting a lot of pressure on my sister?" She asked, and I nodded. "Well when Billie disappeared, they started to transfer that same amount of pressure and more onto me. They practically engraved it into my brain that I needed to go to Stanford on an academic scholarship and get offered a full-ride for volleyball. But overall, they'd want me to choose the academic scholarship to accept, and play on the team anyway. It's what Billie did, and then she... just left."

"Well is it what you want to do?"

Logan hesitated. "It is," she answered. "I mean, I think it is, at least. I've been working towards it since Freshman year, and it's all I've thought about. So I'm pretty sure it's what I want."

I nodded, then deciding to drop the topic. I was sure Logan didn't really want to talk about it, let alone with me. And I didn't exactly think it was the best subject, anyway. She mentioned Stanford. AKA the college of my dreams. Apparently, the college of both of our dreams.

Before my thoughts could wander anymore, I heard Amelia screaming my name. I zoned into reality, watching as Amelia ran towards where Logan and I were sitting. She was jumping up and down in excitement.

"What's up, Scout?" I said.

"My recital is in an hour and I need to go get ready at the theatre," she said. "Are you coming, too?" Amelia asked Logan.

"I am," Logan responded, and Amelia squealed.

"Great!" She exclaimed. "2 people get to watch me again? Last time it was Cayden, and I love Cayden, but I think I like you, too! You're really pretty, too. Ah! This is great. Come on slow pokes, race you to the car!" And with that, Amelia was sprinting towards the car before Logan and I could even gather ourselves enough to stand up.

"She's crazy," Logan pointed out. "I love it."

✯ ✯ ✯

Logan and I had gotten a spot a few rows behind the very front for Amelia's recital. Since we had arrived nearly an hour early, we were able to get pretty good seats. I was pleased with it all. The only things was that there were a lot of people at the recital tonight, and they filled up the entire row that Logan and I were in so we were sat quite... close together.

What I mean is that the entire hour and a half recital, Logan and I's arms were touching, and so were our legs. We were extremely close. And it was pretty weird. Even when we were forced to sit next to each other on the bus on the way to the team bonding camp we hadn't been so close. Even as I was trying to pay attention to Amelia's dancing, I couldn't help but feel my mind wandering to the feeling of Logan's arm brushed up against mine. It was so dumb, and slightly infuriating. But at the same time...

Nope. Not finishing that thought.

At the end of the recital, the entire crowd was standing, clapping for the dancers. My eyes stayed focused on Amelia, and I couldn't help my smile. Tonight was definitely her best performance. I don't know much about ballet, but I was sure of it. My eyes flickered over to Logan for a split second, catching her clapping and smiling as well. I don't know why that made me smile even more.

GET A GRIP DUMBASS.

Once the crowd started to disperse, I tugged at Logan's hand. "Backstage," I told her, and she nodded and followed me. I let go of her arm, not wanting to make things weirder in my mind. Apparently, things were confusing enough already.

We got backstage where all of the dancers were already changed and running towards their families. "Noah!" Amelia screamed, sprinting over to me. I lifted her up and spun her around while she laughed before setting her back on the ground.

"You were phenomenal, Scout," I told her. "Truly your best performance. I mean, Barbie could never."

Amelia's eyes lit up, and I heard Logan laugh beside me. "Really?" Amelia asked, and I just nodded. "Did you have fun, Logan?"

"Oh, absolutely," Logan said. "I've never been to one of these before, but it was fun. You're amazing."

"Thank you!" Amelia exclaimed, then jumping up and down. "We're going for ice cream as per usual. Are you 2 coming? Please tell me she is, Noah!"

I rolled my eyes. "Duh, Mellie."

"Don't call me that!" Amelia kicked my shin lightly.

"You tryna start a fight?" I asked her. "Or a tickle war?"

Her eyes widened as I started tickling Amelia. She laughed and screamed. "Noah stop!" She yelled in between laughs. I slowly came to a stop before looking over to Logan.

"You up for some ice cream?" I asked.

Logan shrugged. "Why not?"

✯ ✯ ✯

The ice cream parlor was around a 5 minute drive from the theatre where the recital had been. It was in downtown Columbus, where the streets at night were lit up by Christmas lights, already in the spirit for the season, although it was still a month away. Nonetheless, it was gorgeous.

Noah and I had gotten ice cream inside with Amelia. She showed me her favorite order of all time. It was one swirl of bubblegum ice cream, topped off with fruity pebbles and blueberries. Apparently, you had to throw 1 marshmallow on top for good measure. Her bubbly personality was honestly contagious. I couldn't help but feel happy around her.

I opted for a classic swirl of strawberry and another of vanilla. I thought the 2 flavors paired together were perfect, meant to be. No toppings needed, either.

As Amelia took a seat with the rest of her dance friends, Noah and I decided to take a small walk around town. Turns out he was still on about his promise to make my day not suck. I hated admitting it, but he was doing a good job. Probably a better job than most people could've. The day had been spent doing things I'd never thought to do before, and it was so simple, yet it worked out in the best way.

We walked through downtown Columbus, which was practically vacant at this hour. It was just past 8, and there were only a few people walking around still. Most stores were closed, though, leaving the streets nearly empty. Besides the occasional oncoming traffic driving through the town.

It felt like it was about 50 degrees tonight. Chilly compared to the usual, but it was surprisingly nice. It was still cold, don't get me wrong. Ice cream definitely wasn't the best way to go, but it tasted so damn good that I didn't even remotely care.

"You're really good with her," I said, breaking the silence that hovered between Noah and I. "Amelia, I mean."

"You seem surprised," he noted.

"I am," I admitted. "I mean, you're... you."

Noah scoffed. "Thank you. You're right, I am me," he said.

"I just didn't expect it."

"You seriously underestimate me, Pierce."

"I see that now," I mumbled, low enough that hopefully Noah didn't hear me. He didn't say anything else, so I assumed my comment had gone unheard. I was glad about that.

There was something... different between the 2 of us. It wasn't like it had been before. I mean, obviously it wasn't like that. We weren't ripping each other's throats out anymore, and every time we made fun of each other or messed with each other, we would just laugh. It was all a joke, and we didn't mind it anymore. The whole tone was different, and I wasn't sure what it was.

Some part of me was scared. Scared that I was getting too used to getting along with Noah. Surely we couldn't go on like this, being almost-friends, and all. It was so out of the norm for us. It didn't make the least bit of sense.

But I couldn't help myself from thinking that I had seriously misjudged Noah since the day I met him. I had jumped to conclusions that he was the Devil, when maybe he actually... wasn't?

"You seem deep in thought," Noah noticed.

I shrugged. "I guess you could say that."

"Anything you wanna talk about?" He asked.

"What are we doing?" I asked abruptly. The words just came out of my mouth before I was even consciously aware of what I was saying. No going back now, I guess.

"We're walking in Downtown Columbus, eating ice cream, enjoying the cold weather—"

I hit his arm. "Don't be a smart-ass," I warned. "I mean... what are we doing, Noah? This isn't us, it can't be. Can it? We're supposed to— to hate each other, to want to murder each other, and yet... for the past month it hasn't felt like that. It's felt—"

"Different," he interrupted. "Yeah, it does feel that way."

A wave of silence fell over us once more. I guess it wasn't just me who was deep in thought. He must have been equally as confused as me.

"Who says we're supposed to be enemies?"

"Hmm?" I questioned, not sure where he was going with this.

"We're only enemies because of that stupid incident Freshman year. After that we both just... started hating each other. We declared war right then and there, but who says it has to be that way forever?" Noah explained. "I don't know about you, Pierce, but... I don't particularly like how we used to treat each other or act around each other. I prefer this. Days like today when we can just... hangout, chill, talk, and anything else. I don't mind picking on you. In fact, I enjoy it," he smirked. "But I don't want to go back to the war we were fighting against each other for the past 4 years. I don't want to have to dump another milkshake over your head."

I groaned. "Yeah, trust me. I don't want that either," I replied, a smile forming on my face. "So... are you saying that we—"

Noah stopped walking and stood in front of me. "We should upgrade our relationship status. We're frenemies now, but... I think maybe we could be friends."

"Like... actual friends?" I asked.

"Like actual friends."

"What has the world come to?"

"Are you up for it, Pierce?" He asked again.

I waited before I gave in and once again shook his hand, just like we had the last time. "I'm up for it," I said. "But this doesn't mean that I don't still think you're a douchebag!"

"And this doesn't mean that I don't still think you're a crazy bitch," Noah replied. "I just think you're maybe a little less of one than I originally assumed." I rolled my eyes at him and he laughed as we started walking again, side

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