Love trail (lomile one-shot)

Love Trial

'The one that gave love and the one who couldn't get enough.'

The music played loudly, making the floor almost vibrate, lights around the neon tones, dancing, drinking, and other things all Logan was familiar with but didn't particularly like. He was only there to watch after his friend making sure she wouldn't do something stupid again. He sighed and looked at her small frame light up from the few drinks she thought she could handle, making her this sunshine of foolish energy.

"Why am I not surprised" he mumbled under his breath and took a drink from his red cup, setting it down on the table.

He watched her dance around with the other members of their cast as he kept a closer eye on one of the other bolder members. Emile was blissfully unaware as she danced around without a care in the world, the flannel they wore falling down her arms, revealing the freckles and light bruises from something untold to the unseen eye. He never admits it as much as he hated it .he liked seeing her this happy; he would wish she would keep that smile outside drinking and partying. Sadly that wasnt the case.

Logan took one more drink before standing up and walking over to her, and as she was spinning around, he laid a hand on her stomach to stop her from falling.

"Emile, it's time to head back.." he said softly in his deep voice.

Emile only looked up and giggled a little "Awee Logie come on *hic* it's a party," she said in a drunken slur as she could barely stand in her own platform doc's.

The male wasn't amused as he looked down at her and sighed softly. "Emile, you're drunker than a sailor, and I rather not find you in my front yard again like last time. Now common," he said and dragged her away from the disappointed males she had gathered around her.

Emile whined out as she followed him and pouted as they dodged people trying to get to the front door "why you gotta be so mean, Logan, come on, we just did the best...p play," she said, a little woozy as she tripped a little into the other.

Logan caught her, only proving his point further "yeah, no, we're going back home." He said a little more stern as his more calm nature with the girl was going thin.

The small girl frowned as she looked up at him, unleashed, "you get to smoke pot with Tyler and have fun..why can't I have my fun."

"Cause your irresponsible Emile," he said, pulling her away from the loud house and sighed walking to his car.

"I'm not irresponsible...I'm perfectly responsible," she said, leaning into Logan more for support.

"Yeah, sure, let's go with that," he said, unlocked his car, and put her into the driver's side. He sighed softly, shutting the door as he sat down in the driver-side

Emile sighed as she tugged at her seatbelts a little and crossed her arms "...this is unfair," she mumbles childishly and lays her warm head against the cool glass.

Logan sighed as he drove her away from the house "and we are the poster kids for the term 'life isn't fair,' " he said softly and took a deep breath as he heard a slight sniffle coming from the other. "Emile..?"

Emile didn't realize she was crying as she whipped her eyes a little, looking at the tears on her hand. She didn't answer, staying quiet and curled up into the passenger side seat thinking. The male bit his lip as he drove them both to a more familiar spot. Their own home away from home.

The cabin was quiet as the lake could be heard from the distance. Logan had laid his female friend down so she could sleep off the drunkenness a little before the morning came. He looked at the bud in his fingers and sighed tiredly as he drew one out and blew it out into the cold air. He wonders when and how he got himself into this mess and why he never pulls away. Why did he stay if he knew it wasnt for the best? Why did he put up with Emile's actions when he learned that they are the same. Was he even able to figure out what the hell they are or what the two will be? Is it even worth all this headache? Was it even worth not telling her how much it hurt him to see her this way?

"Your gonna break your brain overthinking logan.." he heard as he jumped a little and looked back at Emile, who stumbled and leaned on the cabin door frame looking at him. She looked a bit soberer, so that was at least a plus.

"And you should be laying down; what are you doing out of bed? It is late" he sighed a little but was only met with the small girl sitting next to him, her back to the railing of the porch. He shook his head a little and drew one out profoundly, and blew out once again.

Emile watches him and softly rubbed his arm with the knuckle of her finger as she bit her lip softly as she hummed a little. Her hand was met with Logan's free hand holding hers as he watches the lake waves rise and lower softly as the moonlit it up faintly. It was peaceful and relaxing, the opposite of the location they once were at. A soft hum came from the girl as the tune was similar to the one they both sang on the stage only 4 hours earlier.

"I'm still annoyed with you Emile, you need to stop doing this to yourself," he said softly, squeezing her hand lightly.

Emile sighed softly and looked at him, and bit her lip softly. " I know I know, it not good for me.. 'll stop after this," she said, promising not wanting to make her best friend worried. She could feel him sigh out and move a little around as when her brow eyes looked over; she was met with the other duo blue ones. A blush rose to her cheeks a little being this close to him, but it was easy to hide in her long hair.

"Why do you do this to yourself, Emile? Doesn't it tiring being so blissfully drunk?" he asked, concerned as he looked into her eyes. He saw the hurt in her eyes and how the drunken happiness was just a foggy lie she had drank down in less than an hour ago. It took a second or three before she could bring up her thoughts into place before she sighed out and moved her face a little, and looked at the cabin wall.

"To be honest with you, Logan, I don't know anymore. I think it just comes as a habit now a bad addiction I know I can get clean from just takes time. However, I'm scared too. Everyone likes it when I'm drunk, likes it when I'm blissfully unaware of the world. In a way, I love it too. It helps me forget about the shitty things in the past, helps me forget the shit that's happening now. I love being loved by others. But the feeling after, the cold loneliness my heart feels just..it hurts. I know I'm loved outside of the alcohol, but it's hard to believe that when I'm reminded every day, I caused my father so much pain.." she said honestly and rubbed her eyes, and didn't notice her tears had come again.

Logan looked at her cry as he carefully moved closer and held her face making her look at him again. He rubbed her tears as he never wanted to see them again from her eyes. " your father is an abusive, manipulative man. The same guy that doesn't know a single thing about love and how to give it. You have done nothing wrong to your dad, and if he has been lying to you about that, saying it your fault. I'll come over, and fucken deck him in the face. There is a reason why I know how to break into your house when he is away. I cant honestly say for others, but for me as someone that has known you for s long, through the ups and downs, I-" he said, cutting himself off and looked away. Emile looked at him as she softly held his face in her hands, pressing to his. "You..what?" she asked ins a soft tone as she looked at him curiously as he looked back at her. "I..can say, i " he bit his lip as he shook his head and pressed his lips into Emile's as he held her face closer.

Emile's eyes widen as she felt his lips on hers. They weren't the same as the other pairs of lips that she had felt before. No. these were different. These were warm, soft, sweet like berries. She shut her eyes and moved closer to his lips and held him close as she kissed him back just as soft closing her eyes softly. He gently pulled her close onto her lap, keeping her there for a few moments longer as the need for air was burning their lungs, making them pull back. Small quiet pants softly come from them as they looked at the other blush across their cheek. Emile says away a little, but logan pulls her in close and kissed her head softly.

"You bunny, are loved," he said quietly and kissed her pink hair softly, leaning on the pillar of the cabin, holding her close as he looked out at the moon-lit water. Emile had softly cuddled into his chest as the cool air blew against the trees and the cabin. She could hear his heart as he could hear her breathing. As quiet as a mouse, Logan spoke into Emile's ear, "I love you.." as he kissed her head softly.