accidents happen

To Love Someone Else

"But I don't think I'm ready to love someone else
And I hate him for not letting me feel like I can finally breath
I hate it"
- To Love Someone Else
Avery Lynch

Logan leads me down what seems like a maze of halls to a small storage room farther back. It's about the size of my old room, 6x8, filled with dusty costumes and books, but in the far back corner is a large piano.

I turn to Logan, who's looking down at me, watching my reaction. "This is insane. How did you find this?" he smiles in response. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low tone. "I have my ways. I'm not all looks, you know."

"You think too highly of yourself; I've seen better," I teased. His body angled towards mine. "Yeah? Who?" his face was dangerously close to mine.

I looked past him at the piano and changed the topic. "I haven't played in years. I'm not sure how I'll do." I looked back at him. He'd moved to lean against the door, but his eyes stayed on mine. "Just try," his words were so genuine. The switch was so fast, "for me," he pouted.

"Oh, I'm convinced; I've fallen head over heels." I exaggerate my voice, sounding desperate. He laughs and leads the way onto the piano bench.

"Just play, and, while you're at it, sing." my hands almost instinctively run across the different keys, feeling the nostalgia and excitement all at once, and I play.

And then I sing, "What would I do without your smart mouth, ." The song flows out of me. It's so entirely natural that I don't hide from it, and it feels incredible.

I almost don't notice when Logan starts singing. I'm so caught up with the keys and the way the rhythm flows, but I do notice.

I notice how his adam's apple bobs in his throat when he sings. I notice the way his eyebrows pull together for the higher notes. And we sing together.

My fingers play against the keys. His eyes are closed, his voice entirely consuming. When he finally opens his eyes, they lock onto mine. My chest tightens. He is still singing, his eyes looking deeper into mine, his body closer than it was two seconds ago.

The song comes closer to its end, our eyes are locked, we're breathing each other in, and his eyes look down to my lips.

"all of you," the song's last line leaves his lips, and I feel his breath on my lips. He leans in, our lips brushing when the door opens.

My head turns so fast, and I move away from him. "Logan, " the high-pitched voice pauses. It's Elaine, and she's eyeing me with rage.

I look back at Logan, but he's already looking at me. "I have to go." my words fast, and without another thought, I get up, grab my bag, and walk out.

As i'm walking out of the theater's entrance, I hear Logan behind me, "Jordan," I ignore his voice, trying to rush out of the room. He calls again, "Jordan, please."

I turn to look at him. "What?" my tone is harsh, and his eyes widen. He doesn't speak for a moment. "I don't really know. I didn't think you'd turn around." he laughs.

I turn back around and walk—no, I nearly run through the halls, trying anything to get back to my dorm. Logan's caught up to me, and he grabs my arm.

"Blue." I turn at that, "Logan." He looks at my face, almost studying it before his eyes roam down to my lips and hold their place.

I can't do this. I move my arm out of his grip, and his eyes look back at me. "Jordan, please. You can't just leave; I know you felt what I felt." his words are so desperate.