gaiety; noun: the state or quality of being lighthearted or cheerful.
i have never been truly gaiety before. it was always fake or half-way.
gaiety is a hard thing to be.
-Logan <3
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I felt such a beautiful amount of happiness as I left Topper's home. It's been a while since that has happened.
When I normally leave parties early, I am upset. Today, I left with a grin ear-to-ear.
"Logan? Is that you?" Maya whispers from the top of the stairs.
The whispering led me to believe she had just put Aria to bed.
"Yeah." I mumble back.
I hear her footsteps walk down the steps and I hope she's in a happy mood.
"Wasn't there a party tonight?" She questions.
"Yeah. I left early."
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah. It was great." I smile.
She nods, convinced. Maya isn't the type of person who believes you quickly. She needs more of an explanation, but she seemed content with the information I gave her.
"Where's Ben?"
"The Cameron's. He's with Wheezie."
"Ah." I laugh.
Maya and I always teased Ben for that. We all thought he had a thing for her and we never let him live it down.
"He painted his nails before he went though." She adds.
I'm not saying a boy painting their nails is bad, but.. isn't that? You know what, it doesn't matter.
If he's homosexual, transgender, etc. I don't mind. It's none of my business. If and when he wants to talk about it, I'll let him. I'm not the person to assume his sexuality-- or anyone's.
"What color?"
"A blue he found in your bathroom."
I smile, knowing which she's talking about.
"You seem very gaiety tonight." She smiles.
"Gaiety?" Questioning the word I'm not familiar with.
We continue to stand in the entryway. I shuffle my car keys in my hands.
"Lighthearted or cheerful."
"I guess."
I was. Very.
I had just become closer with the Maybank boy and already felt a special connection.
We were just friends..
with benefits.
But I couldn't stop myself from feeling extremely connected to him.
"I'm gonna go to bed." I smile.
"Goodnight, my Logophile."
I went upstairs and immediately checked my phone.
I didn't want to be obsessive, but I couldn't stop myself.
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JJ
loganJJ
you get home okay?logan
im good.
thanks :)JJ
no big deal.
just making sure.logan
what are you doing this weekend?
there's something i want to show you.JJ
uhhh
kie wants to hangout on sunday
but i can hang tomorrowlogan
sweet.
want to spend the night with me??JJ
yes ma'am.logan
okay
3 pm work?JJ
perfect.logan
see you tomorrow <3--
When I was about 9 years old, my dad took my into the woods with a bunch of wood planks and we spent all day, and part of the night, building a tree house.I've never taken anyone here.
I felt JJ would be the person I would share it with.
He gets things.
he gets me.
I hope he likes the tree house. It used to be run down and old but I added a few things to make it mine.
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JJ
loganJJ
where are you taking me?logan
secret placeJJ
am i gonna die?logan
maybe--
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secret logophile | jj x oc
Fanfictionshe was a kook, with a large imagination and vocabulary. he was a pouge, with a sexual scheme up his sleeve. she began as just a logophile. soon, she became his logophile. ❗discontinued❗