A Twisted Love Story

[Chapter 8]

The next morning, I wake up and realize it's already 10 am. I get off the bed and straight to the bathroom. After that, I walk downstairs and have breakfast. Wait. Where's mom and dad? The house is kinda quiet. I look around the house. I'm all alone. Okay then.

I hear my phone ringing from upstairs. I run to my room and answer it.

"Kait,"

"Mom."

"Dad and I are going away for a while. Take care of yourself, okay?"

"Uhm....okay. Thanks for calling."

"Bye."

I hang up and sit on my bed. Where are they going? They didn't even say a word about going away. Nevermind. Then, someone rings the doorbell. I run to the door and open it. Logan.

"Hey," He smiles.

"Hi. What are you doing here?" I mumble.

"I wanted to see you." He chuckles. "Are your parents home?"

"Nope. They're going away for a while. Uhm, come in." I move away so he can walk through the door.

He walks in and takes a seat on the couch. I sit next to him awkwardly.

"I thought you guys were going back to LA." I start off weirdly.

"Well, we wanted to but James said he wants to stay here a little while,"

"Oh, okay." I smile.

"Wanna go out?" Logan asks looking at me.

"Where to?"

"Mall?"

"Sure."

Off we go to the mall.

When we arrive, I enter the mall and Logan's behind me. It's not crowded. Logan wants to go to the mens' department. So, I follow him.

"What are you searching for?" I ask, looking at him while walking.

"I don't know. A cap, shirt. Whatever."

"I didn't know you like shopping,"

"I do. Sometimes."

"So, where are the other guys?" I stop once we arrive at the shop.

Logan walks around, looking at the clothes.

"They went to the beach."

"I thought you love beaches."

"Well, I do. But, I just feel like not going there today." He smiles.

Logan tries on clothes, trousers and many more. He finally buys 3 shirts and 2 snap backs.

We get back to his car and, "Wanna go to the park tonight?" Logan speaks.

"Yeah, sure."

"I'll pick you up at 9,"

"Okay."

He stops in front of my house and, "Take care of yourself while you're alone. Call me if you need anything, alright?"

"Okay and thanks for the ride home," I smile as I shut the car door.

He smiles back at me and drives away. I walk into my house and land myself on the couch. Tired. I turn on the tv and E! News comes on. About James and Halston. I sigh and turn off the tv. I don't hate Halston but it breaks my heart knowing I'll never be with James. I loved him from the start. Wish he knew that, though.

I walk to my bedroom and shut the door. I head over to my wardrobe and pick out an outfit for tonight. I take out a black and white dress and a pair of my Vans sneakers. I set them off at the side of my room. I take my towel and enter the bathroom.

After bath, I put on my outfit and tie my hair in a ponytail. I walk down to the kitchen and drink some milk. I got nothing to do now. All I have to do is just to wait for Logan. I look over at the watch on the wall and it says 3 pm. Oh my god. 6 hours to go. I run back to my room and change my clothes. Normal ones. I head downstairs back and walk to the shelves of books. I search for those books that start with a J. I found what I wanted.

A picture album. It says 'James and Kaitlyn'. I found this album the other day but I didn't bother looking at these pictures cause I don't want my house to turn into a sea. I sit down at the table and open it.

On the front page, there's a note.

'Kaitlyn, I hope you will never forget about me. I love you. Best friends forever."

I smile cause I still remember that note. He wrote that when he was 7 years old. We made this picture album when we were 6. We promised to keep all of the pictures that we took and keep it until we have grey hair. I wanted James to keep it but it ended up with me. I barely look at the pictures cause it will only make me more emotional.

I flip to another page and I see a picture of James licking his ice cream. I take out that picture and look at the back. '7th b'day'. James' 7th birthday. I was there, obviously. I flip to the end of the album. I see a picture and I suddenly break down into tears. Both of us were in that picture. James was wearing a tux and I was wearing a white dress. And we were kissing. We shared our first kiss. Maybe to James, it'a just a best friends kiss. But, to me, it's more than that.

I close the album and pick it up. I slide it in back on the shelf, between 2 books. I sigh and walk to the kitchen. I splash some water on my face, at the sink. I breathe and look out at the window. My backyard. James and I used to play around with each other there. He would chase me around, screaming with his adorable little voice. Yeah, it's not gonna happen now. Never.