My Best Friend's Brother ♡

Eight

Another day dawned. sweet Thursday. . . my favorite day of the week. Before Friday, and after Monday. I got up next to Logan once again. This time he actually there. I sighed in relief as I lifted up to my behind. I observed the tinted room. Dark blue walls, posters everywhere. A few shoes and shirts on the floor, then a cooling air conditioner flowing on the back of my head. Hmm . . .

My dress was sitting next to Alexis's. Beautiful as can be. I laid back, on Logan's chest, peacefully.

He placed his arm on my waist and held me close, then dozed back off to sleep. I started to drag my fingers up his arm with the tips of my fingers. Up his forearm, up his shoulder, through his neck, his ear lobe. . . I pursed my lips then kissed his neck. For some peculiar I felt a sign of another present, though. Like someone I hated; maybe a stranger; was watching us. Watching me. Then my finger trickled up his ear, then behind it. Then I noticed something odd. Something. . . a dark on the back of his lobe, circling his ear. I leaned in and looked at it.

I Love Sharon

That's what it said. A tattoo. In thin cursive letters. In an instant I felt sick to my stomach. I scooted away from him, and glared at the tattoo. Then the flashback of Sharon at rehearsal appeared into my head. Uck. I tightened my eyes to see in the dark. Tighter.

I don't want to be here right now. I wanted to be somewhere else. . . Where Logan and I could just be free. Together, away from this. I got to my bare feet, finally, and looked across the room at a wall mirror on his wall. I walked over to it, sighing.

I starred myself in the face. I raised a eyebrow. Then the right. Then I closed my eyes, and covered my face with my fingers. I clench my fist and try to stay strong. I then dropped my arms and let them dangle. Now blankly looking myself in the face awkwardly, I then start to touch my hair. Long, silk blonde hair. I grab the front of it and throw it back gently. I take another huge breathe and look back at Logan, sleep and sound like a huge baby.

The tattoo.

Must mean they really were something huge?

Now I felt like a huge boulder.

Stupid annoying boulder.

One that just crashed in between their strong bond. Now Sharon is trying to move me out the way to get back to him, yet he's clinging. Clinging . . . to me. . .

Why?

Why me?

Brianna. . .  me.

Nothing special.

I then grab my hair with my fingers and pull it slightly in frustration. I'm losing my mind thinking about this.

I look myself in the eyes and sigh. I drop my arms and drag myself to the shower.

A b o u t      T w o    H o u r s   L a t e r .    .    .   .    .

"What Color?" The nail stylist asked.

"Pink, please." I say gently as I sit back in my chair,  handing my hand to her.

"What pink?" She then asked, pointing to a endless row of different shades of pink on the shelf to the right of where I sat. I tap my fingers on the wood table as I contemplate on to get light pink or normal pink. . . or baby pink.

"That one, please?" I point to the middle one. It was the closest to match my dress.

She nods and takes my hand quickly. Then she begins. 

By this time Alexis was done, with her pretty nails. She had a design on it . . . It was a picture of a darker shade heart in the center of all her fingers. It looked a little weird, but hey. That's Alexis for you, huh?