If You Be My Star

Eren: Smooth

She's here. With Logan.
I notice her eyes are glued to me as I make my way over to them. She looks more conflicted than anything else. Logan apparently knows her, but of course he would. He's Mr. Smooth himself. Ever since grade school he's always been the cool guy and the ladies man wrapped in one with a bow on top. He's not a man-whore or anything he's just really nice and laid back and...basically the total package. He wasn't dim either.
He's also my best friend. I've always been envious of that parkour doing, smooth talking bastard, but who could blame me?
"Hey, Leslie." I greeted her nervously.
I wasn't this close to her earlier. I can smell her perfume.
"Dude, Eren! How have you been, bro? We didn't talk much over the summer." Logan, easy going as always.
"Yeah, man, I've just been catching up on MGS3. What about you?" She seems a bit uncomfortable with being the third wheel, so I pass her a friendly smile.
"I've just been chilling with my family and learning new parkour tricks. Check this out, I can do a handstand with one arm now!" His expression suggested that he's more than satisfied with his abilities.
"That's awesome, man," I was genuinely happy for him. On top of his embodied charm, he's also very self-righteous and good hearted.
"Hey, Logan, could I maybe talk to you in private?" I passed a nervous glance in Leslie's direction.
"Alright, man. Hey, Leslie, could you excuse us for a minute?" He put a hand on her shoulder.
"Oh, sure, I guess. I gotta check on Bre and Thaddeus anyway." She seemed a bit disappointed, but this was important. She walked away and I quickly walked to a quieter part of the cafeteria. Logan followed right behind.
"What is it, bro? You seem stumped." Logan looked at me when we stopped.
"So...remember Bianca from the third grade?" I asked.
"Sure. Blonde, Hungarian chick. A bit emo. Why?" He questioned.
"Well, she sort of asked me out earlier when the bell rang....I said yes." I waited for his response.
"Dude! That's great, man. I'm happy for you." He patted my shoulder.
"Here's the reason why I asked you to talk in private." He was looking at me more curious after I said it. "I think I have a small thing for Leslie." I finally said.
He was truly shocked.
"Leslie? Didn't you guys just meet?" His tone was quieter this time.
"Well, yeah. That's the thing. We barely met, but something about her gave me a boner the size of Mt. Everest." We both laughed at the hyperbole, but he understood.
"She does seem pretty cool. Well, I don't know, man," here comes the cliché.
"Personally, I'd wait to determine who to settle with, but if you still have feelings for Bianca, then you should go for it." He finished his statement in an unexpected way. Logan is a great guy, but even he has his inappropriate times, so this took me by surprise.
"I guess you're right, bro. Thanks, man, I guess I'll see how things go with Bianca." I fist-bumped him as a sign of appreciation when suddenly the doors open and a five foot tall woman walks in wearing a formal dress and an eager smile.