The Unexpected Journey

Logans house

One bus ride, twenty minute walk and I'm arriving at Logan's apartment. His apartment is on the top floor of a large building, there is at least six other apartments on his floor. As I enter his apartment, the first thing I see is a small coat room with plain white walls. The theme of simplicity is on-going throughout the whole apartment. I hand Logan my coat and he ushers me towards the living room. I scoot through a small corridor with a few photos hanging on the wall until I reach the living room.

There is a large black leather sofa with a matching recliner chair, a glass coffee table and possibly the largest flat screen TV that anyone has ever laid eyes on. There is various wires and remote controls sticking out in every direction. X-box, PS3, Wii, you name it; there's a wire for it here. Typical lads.

Logan's roommate, Jason is sat on the sofa with his feet propped up, a bag of crisps sitting beside him and an x-box remote in his hand.

"Die bitch Die!" He shouts at the TV, looks like he's playing another one of those stupid shooting game. Logan rolls his eyes then slumps down beside him. Me being the awkward person I am, stay standing at the door until invited it. I don't like to be rude, after all Logan could have just sent me back home to Katy.

I take this time to examine Jason, Logan's roommate. He is extremely good looking however in a different way to Logan, Jason has almost black hair with emerald green eyes but nothing would compare to Logan's ocean eyes. Jason is wearing lose slacks and seemed more relaxed than Logan and less intense but he doesn't seem appealing to me when Logan is sat beside him.

While examining Jason, Logan is openly staring at me with his eyebrows pulled together, almost as though he is examining me, I shift because I feel uncomfortable with him openly staring at me. He clears his throat and says "Chelsea, do you want anything to eat?"

I start to say no when my stomach obliges and growls louder than any wolf I'd ever heard.

"Take that as a yes then." Logan chuckles, I immediately turn that familiar shade of pink radiating my face for the 30th time today.

An hour and a half later Logan had made the most amazing spagbol, while bonding over dinner. We were talking about the trip and how he's going for photography and not actually with media, I explained my reasoning for going on the trip. We talked about the type of bands we like. We both love the same music and that's when we got into the serious topic of 'You me at six or All time low' He's a really decent guy and almost like a fresh of breath air for me. He doesn't treat me like I'm not there as everyone else does, he involves me in the conversation.

There's something different about him.

After a perfect night, I need my sleep. It's quarter to twelve and even though I don't have class until half one in the afternoon, I'm knackered! So much has happened today, I need to sleep it off.

"Logan, I think I'm going to hit the sack. Do you mind showing me to my bedroom?" I say without thinking. Automatically I turn bright red and he starts to cry with laughter, after a little while I join him. We are both laughing over my stupidness.

Finally he says "Don't mind if I do." With a wink he grabs my hands; I roll my eyes and proceed to follow him. He leads me out of the dining room and into the hallway. 10 seconds later, we're in his bedroom.

His room is dark. Brown coloured walls, with an isolated bed in the middle. A desk facing opposite the bed, very plain, with a few books, a computer and a few draws. To the left a large dark wooden wardrobe, standing tall over the room. Besides that the room was empty, no photos of friends which is very odd seen as though he's into photography.

After a few moments of absorbing the room, I follow Logan in and dump my bag on the bed, rummaging around in it to find my pjs.

"Where should I get changed?" I ask, very self conscious, scanning the room.

"I'll go to the bathroom down the hall and get changed in there, I'll give you five minutes to get changed and use my bathroom, then I'm returning." He challenges, smirking to himself, grabbing some clothes and heading for the door.

"Of course, master." I mock, grinning. Today has been mad; I smile to myself heading for Logan's bathroom.

In exactly five minutes Logan returns and I'm sitting cross-legged on his bed in my vest top and shorts. I have to admit, I feel very aware that Logan is in the room wearing these, I feel like the towns slut.

"Damn girl, you're looking fine." Logan puts on his best American accent then plonks himself down next to me. I giggle at his compliment. Suddenly it hits me.

"Logan, where are you sleeping tonight?" I ask, not one hundered percent sure if I want to hear the answer. Logans smile turns from a smile to a big cocky grin.

"Where do you think?" He smiles thinking he's defeat me.

"Oh hell to the no." I state. We can't stay in the same bed, I've heard what he's like, apparently he's slept with half the university already and he's only been there for a few weeks. All of a sudden I feel scared, this is a bad idea, I begin to climb out of bed. When Logan grabs my arm and spins me back around, so I am practically touching noses with him.

"Whatever you're thinking stop. I am not going to try anything on you. I have never let any girl sleep in my bed. If I bag a girl I do it in the guest bedroom, nobody has ever stayed in here, it'll just be like two friends staying over together. I promise." He's pleading, looking really concerned.

"We've known each other for less than twenty four hours and I'm staying in your bed." I sigh, beginning to stand up again. Deep down I didn't want to go but this is wrong on many levels. I don't know him.

"You have nowhere to go!" He grabs my waist with pure lost in his eyes. Why did he want me to stay? He's a manwhore but he is right. I have nowhere to go. With his hands still on my waist, I slump back onto the bed and he a genuine smile creeps on his face.

"The minute you try anything, I'm out of that door okay?" I say with meaning but a tint of playfulness in my voice.

A few minutes later I'm in the wrapped under the covers feeling my eyes slowly becoming heavy slipping into the land of dreams. 

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