"Why am I doing this again?" I ask Logan, who is currently helping me into the car. He chuckles, his dimples flashing.
"Because I felt bad and you need friends," he replies, shutting the door in my face. I scoff as he climbs into the drivers seat.
"I do not need friends. I'm perfectly fine being friendless, jobless, and alone in Miami," I say and he glances over at me, an eyebrow raised. "Okay maybe not, but still I would've been fine."
"Death threats filling up semi trucks you said," he starts arguing with me again. "Witch hunts, possibly running into Evan, Evans groupies, the list goes on and on Camila." I mimic him, grumbling.
"Well it's been going on for like three months now. I would've been fine. Plus we literally just met. How do I know you're not going to try to kidnap me or something?"
"Well first of all, you know I'm friends with Lily and Alex. I have a brother named Dalton, he races for NASCAR. My middle name is Hunter. I'm from Fort Lauderdale, Florida," Logan starts naming random facts about him that range from his favorite color to his family life.
"Well you know I know Lily. I have no siblings. I modeled for Victoria's Secret among other businesses. My middle name is Rae. And I'm from London," I copy him, telling him facts about myself as he drives us to the airport. We chat back and forth on our lives, getting to know each other. The ride falls silent as we approach the airport.
He helps me out of the car before unloading our bags from the trunk. I go to reach for my rolling suitcase but he grabs it before I can, leaving me with just my carry on bag. He ended up purchasing my ticket for me last night and picking me up from my hotel this morning. He's been super sweet so far so I'm trying my best to stay in line, like Even taught me.
"So I got you a first class ticket so that you're with me," Logan says, smiling over at me. I beam back at him and nod in acknowledgment.
"Thank you. I'm sorry, I could've bought my own ticket," I say, looking down as we walk. He shakes his head, dismissing it.
"I invited you. You're fine hun," he tells me as we make our way to our gate. I can hear cameras going off but I try my best to ignore it, determined to not let it get to me.
I used to not be this sensitive. I guess being in a unrequited relationship with a narcissist can do that. I used to be the most carefree girl I know. I would do anything. Then I met Evan. He was already famous when we met, so him choosing me meant even as a nobody starting out modeling famous people could love me. He let me keep that mindset, but slowly destroyed the way I saw myself. Rapidly loosing weight because Evan always told me I wasn't enough. Taking insane amounts of drugs to keep myself skinny so that Evan would always love me. See where that got me now.
"Camila? Earth to Camila," Logan waves his hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my trace. I look at him to see him smiling at me. "You were so distracted. What's happening in that little head of yours?"
"Oh nothing. Sorry," I say, forcing myself to push the thoughts out of my mind. I smile at him as he boards the plane with me. He leads me to the front and helps me get situated before sitting next to me. We chat until we're in the air, him slowly falling asleep while I stare out the window.
I run a hand through my hair, pulling my feet up into my seat. I end up curling up into a ball and staring at Logan. I analyze the way his face is softer when he's asleep. I connect the freckles on his face, taking every little bit in. I try not to give into the sleep, but eventually I can't fight it and slowly let the sleep wash over me.
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I wake up as we're flying over the ocean. Logan is still asleep next to me, so I have to sneak my way past him to get to the bathroom. I splash water on my face, rubbing my palms up and down my cheeks. The bags under my eyes were getting worse by the day, constantly sagging more and more.
I run a hand through my hair, walking out of the bathroom and back to my seat. Logan is awake now and smiles at me.
"Hey," I say, squeezing past him. He follows me with his eyes, watching as I pull my legs up into my chest.
"You know I used to follow your modeling career," Logan says, leaning back into his seat. I raise an eyebrow, turning to look at him. A slight blush is present on his face and a smirk on his lips.
"Really? When?" I ask, repositioning myself so that I can better see him. The blush becomes even more apparent, fanning his face.
"Oh God this is embarrassing," he whispers, looking at his hands. "Honestly I feel like I always have but when you were modeling for Victoria's Secret I kinda followed you a lot." I chuckle and lay my head against the window.
"I might have been at my worst at that time," I tell him, watching his face for his reactions. He raises an eyebrow and cocks his head. "My ex boyfriend and I were only starting to date then. I quiet working for VS when he wanted me too. And now I'm gone from modeling for good. Honestly it's probably for the best. It's also probably for the best that you asked me to come with you." His face softens as he realizes that I'm slowly opening up to him.
"Why's that?" His voice is almost a whisper as he analyses my face, absorbing the information I'm telling him.
"Well the obvious," I start with a chuckle, "but then there's also the fact that I was alone. Losing people sucks and all but when I moved away from my family and friends years ago, I lost them all. I left my family for a guy and a career. It's laughable now but at the time I thought we were forever. At least with you, I'm not alone."
There's a smile present on his face as he listens to me talk about my experiences, his face softening the more I open up. Maybe I can trust him.
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american jesus // LS2
Fanfiction"Come on, Cowboy," I say as I take his hand in mine. My fingers fit perfectly between his callused fingers, as though our hands were made for one another. "I'd go anywhere with you," his voice is soft as we walk out of the paddock. -~-~-~-~-~- In w...
