FAMOUS

CHAPTER 6

He has the exact same tattoo as the guy in my dream. This is nuts. He starts to take off his sweatpants and the room gets a 100 degrees hotter. "Uhm, is there a bathroom around here?" I ask. He freezes and turns around. "Yeah, just right through that door on your right." I climb out of the bed only now noticing that i'm in only my tank top and underwear. I jump back on the bed and pull up the covers. "What happened to my clothes?" I ask shyly, not remembering taking off my clothes -myself at least- last night. He pulls off the sweatpants from around his ankles and folds it up neatly. I keep my eyes on his face not wanting to look anywhere else to avoid getting into a sticky situation. "Oh they're in the dryer." he says casually. I grab the covers wrapping them around my waist and run into the bathroom not caring how crazy I look in my makeshift skirt. "This cant be happening." I think out loud. How could he have the same tattoo as the guy in my dream. Maybe I somehow saw his tattoo last night and dreamt about it. No, I don't remember seeing his tattoo yesterday. Then again, I don't even remember most parts of yesterday. Maybe he is the guy in my dream, he's got the brown hair and he's fairly taller than me. I splash some water in my face and grab a towel that was hanging on a hook. When I walk into the bedroom, he isn't here but I do see my clothes neatly folded on the bed. I grab them and change into them.

I twist the silver doorknob on the black door and walk out into a long white hallway. I close the door and start walking to the right.The walls are white and have some paintings on them. There is a photo of a little boy and a man. They are both sitting on bikes and wearing riding gear. The one next to it has a picture of three people, a woman along with the boy and man. The little boy is wearing a gi and so is the man, they are both in karate poses while the woman is obviously photo-bombing the picture by the funny face she has on. I smile at the pictures and continue walking. I stop at the spiral white and black stairs and skip down them two at time. I hop off the last step and take a look at the huge living room, everything either black or white. Figures. I hear someone sigh and notice him sitting on a black couch watching TV with his back to me. He flips through channels and finally picks one. The lady from channel six appears on screen. It looks like she's standing outside the studio. There are a lot of paps and news reporters there. "Teen pop sensation Izzi, has just been declared missing" Oh no. "The African singer was last spotted outside the Burton mall not too far from the airport before being chased by a large mob of fans. Fans everywhere are concerned and heartbroken at her disappearance. Here's what her manager Sarah Smith has to say." Suddenly Sarah's face appears on the TV, her eyes are swollen and red and you instantly know that she's been bawling her eyes out, her facial expression just screams tired and worried and i think my heart just shed a tear knowing that this is all my fault. If I had never left the house none of this fucking... "Please if you know anything about where she might be i'm begging you to call this number flashing on the screen immediately" Sarah's voice breaks me out of my thoughts, her voice cracks and I swear i'm going to explode if she breaks down on national TV. I've made such a huge mess. I take a deep breath and he turns around only now noticing my presence.

"Who are you and why did you bring me here?" I ask, my voice harsh. "I'm Logan and I think I rescued you last night." He says calmly, too calmly if you ask me. He stands up and walks over to me. It bite my lip in an attempt to prevent myself from drooling all over his shirtless perfect body. Well at least he's wearing pants now. What is it about this guy that just messes up my control cables in my brain and makes me feel all fuzzy inside even when i'm trying to be mad. Logan, that name seems so familiar somehow and so does his cute face, I swear I've seen him before but I cant quite put my finger on it. I look up and notice his pink lips. I wonder what it would feel like to kiss those lips. No Zi, stay mad. I slap myself mentally. "Where's my phone?" I ask placing a hand on my hip. "Its in the next room, i'll go get it for you." he says and leaves disappearing into the next room. He walks into the room a few seconds later with my phone in his hand. "Here," he hands it over to me, "I noticed the battery was dead and helped you charge it. "Uhm, thanks." I say and scroll through my contacts finally stopping on Sarah's name.