"You know, a part of me hates this stupid bikini, but the other part thinks it's gods gift to earth." Logan mumbles as I get changed the next morning.
                              The sun was shining and the birds were chirping; everything was perfect. 
                              "Oh yeah?" I tease, unzipping the tent and moving to crawl out, shaking my butt, knowing it's right where he's looking. 
                              "Oh, no you don't." He growls, pulling me back inside and zipping the damn thing again. 
                              He cages his arms around me.
                              Not that I'd even attempt to leave. 
                              He leans down, kissing the skin on my neck with a passion that still sends thrills into the pit of my stomach. 
                              He moves lower, kissing down my throat and across my collarbone, each time making me let out a larger whimper. 
                              He makes his way between my breasts, looking me right in the eye while he slowly drag his lips lazily between them, then making his way down my stomach. 
                              It tickles, and I giggle uncontrollably. 
                              He smirks, "Way to ruin the moment, Kitty Kat." He jokes, kissing the side of my waist once more before moving his hands on my stomach. 
                              "No. Please..." 
                              But he did it.
                              He's tickling the living shit out of me. 
                              He's grinning like a mad man, and I can only imagine the truly beautiful sight he's witnessing. 
                              My head and limbs flailing around crazily, my mouth wide open where weird, whale relating sounds emerge. 
                              Mid-tickle, he leans down, kissing me on my lips slowly. 
                              My breathe was already short; but that just took it away. 
                              He pulls away slowly, his gaze still locked on mine. 
                              Was was air?
                              Was I breathing?
                              I must be dead. 
                              "I want to wait for you, next year." He says, hovering above my nearly shaking body. 
                              "What are you talking about?" 
                              "Next year. I'm done with high school, but I'm going to wait with you and then we can go to Yale." 
                              Yale.
                              I sit up, and he moves aside looking at me with anticipation. 
                              "No, Lo. You can't do that." I tell him, shaking my head and running a nervous hand through my hair. 
                              Yale was my dream school. And it wasn't that I didn't want Logan there, of course I did. I just know he wants to be on the west coast for college. He and Mason have been talking about UCLA since I first met them. 
                              If Logan is anything, he's damn loyal. But it would be selfish to let him sacrifice his college life for me. 
                              College was your time. It was your time for discovery and knowledge. It was a time to be free. And with this law impregnating a hundred teenage couples; I don't even know how they're going to deal with that. Will the "couples" have to attend the same school?
                              Peoples dreams, they will be diminished. Not only will they have a child; but they'll have to sacrifice their choices for the choices of their "partner". 
                              While Logan and I share a different relationship then the rest of them; the same concept applies. 
                              We've had one hell of a year, the boy needs to be happy. 
                                      
                                   
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Too Bad For Her Own Good
Romancea marriage law. a gang. a boy. a girl. plenty of fluff, plenty of heart. what could go wrong?
 
                                               
                                                  