Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 53

"You can't honestly believe that? I mean I know you're not the smartest of girls but-"

"Excuse you!" I laugh, a look of angry surprise on my face at Logans teasing banter with me.

He shrugs, crossing his arms behind his head, "No person in their right mind thinks that Spiderman is cooler than Iron Man." He says with logical authority, although there's a hint of a smirk lingering on his face which ensures me that he's enjoying the argument.

"Peter Parker is a genius! And anyone who thinks otherwise is-"

"Charming. Gorgeous. Handsome. The best person ever; keep the compliments coming baby."

"You're impossible," I laugh, pulling my hair into a loose bun on the top of my head, cringing at the many tangles my fingers are too lazy to work through.

Sleeping up here with Logan seemed like a great idea; and oh so romantic. But I didn't realize this meant no change of clothes, no hairbrush, no toothbrush. I wasn't feeling the 30 minute hike back to camp just to brush my teeth, so Logan and I had come to an agreement that we would work with what we have.

God forbid one of getting hungry.

Logan sighs, looking down at the solid black watch that adorns his wrist; a gift from his grandfather. Logan always spoke very highly of his grandfather, who was now probably nearly 90 years old. He lived in a nursing home in Alaska, claiming he wouldn't be like the rest of the old folk and move to Florida.

Logan speaks to him on the phone sometimes, and he's one of those people that just makes him laugh. It's his mother's father, so I'm surprised they've kept in contact all of these years.

"Are you going to fly out to see your grandfather soon?" I ask him.

He scrunches his nose up in slight confusion, "That was random." He remarks, "but yeah, I'd love to get out there soon. I know he'd love to meet you. It's just with everything going on with my mom, you know?" He scratches the back of his neck; the tell tale sign that he's uncomfortable.

I nod, sitting opposite him in this little tree house and pulling my knees up to my chest. "I know you haven't really sorted everything out with your mom yet, but you shouldn't let that stop you from seeing your grandfather. You obviously care about him."

"I do," He agrees, "I just don't know exactly what my mother has told him about Lee. We've never really talked about that before, if anything I avoid it. He never asked for my side of the story, but he never seemed to be bothered by anything."

"Maybe your mom didn't tell him?"

"Oh no, she did." He assures me with a sure fine look in his eye. "There's no way in hell that she wouldn't."

I don't say anything else, just nodding my head with him. The situation with his mother, Carrie, is beyond confusing. She's given him "permission" to try to reach out again, and admitted her faults in assumption that he raped someone.

But Logan isn't exactly an all-trusting soul. He didn't believe him when he most needed her to, and he's afraid of having his mother abandon him again. And rightfully so, might I add.

"Enough about that, come here." He smiles lightly, relaxing his posture and opening his arms to me.

I laugh, "I need to figure out what I'm sleeping in first." I look down to my Jean shorts and flowing white tank top, my bathing suit top clearly visible beneath the sheer fabric.

"You could just sleep naked?" Logan asks with so much optimism I laugh out loud.

"I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you?" I ask.