Speak Now

"I missed you."

Hi Guys! Sorry for taking so long to publish! Been busy with college and assignments. Anyways here's the new chapter! Enjoy!!!

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Packing.

I hate it. It's the worst part of a holiday. I never know what to pack and what not to pack. When I was younger my mom would spend hours packing prior to a holiday. She would fold each item of clothing and organise it neatly inside our suitcases. I, on the other hand, just throw everything inside and hope that my clothes don't look like prunes when I arrive at my destination but when you don't fold, they do. It creates one big pile of ironing for me to attack but I don't have the time or patience to fold. Yes, I'm lazy and I'm proud.

"Gahhhhh!!!!! Why can't you get the concept of folding your damn clothes into your thick head?!" My green-eyed best friend screams out in frustration with my non-existent foldng abiltiy. He grabs the shirt I just threw inside my red suitcase and begins to smooth out newly formed creases with his hands. I roll my eyes at his much-too-feminine-for-my-liking behaviour. I remove a dress from it's hanger and raise my hand ready to chuck it inside my suitcase but the death glare he shoots me makes me freeze, hand in mid-air. I reluctantly throw the dress onto my bed instead and plop down beside my suitcase. I watch in amusement as he carefully smooths out creases and folds each item of clothing I'd chucked inside my suitcase.

When I first met him I instantly assumed he was gay. He was obsessed with organising anything and everything, it was and still is boderline OCD but that's what makes him who he is. I changed my mind about his sexuality when I caught him ogling the walking sex-doll in our dance class. She was famous for her ability to bend in ways one should not bend. Specially amongst the male population of NYADA and probably the whole state. Don't get me wrong, she's not a slut, nooooo, she's just a bed hopper.

"Are you done obssessing over my wrinkled clothes?" I look at him with a bored expression on my face. He pouts.

"I'm not obssessing, I'm just more organised than you." He places the last of my messy clothes into my suitcase and plops down beside me on my bed. "You should be grateful. I saved you hours of ironing." At that a grin forms on my face.

"You're right. Thank You." I lean in and peck his cheek.

"Ewww... girl cooties!" He scrunches his nose up in disgust and wipes his cheek with the back of his hand childishly. I laugh at his dorkiness.

"Grow up." I give his shoulder a light shove with my own. He laughs and runs a hand through his messy brown locks.

"I will when you will." He retorts. I gasp in fake shock.

"Never." He rolls his emerald green eyes at me. I've always found the colour of his eyes quite fascinating. They're not a grassy green nor a browny green, they're a shade somewhere in between that I never knew existed until I met him.

"Well," He stretches his legs and arms out, kind of like a starfish. A frown forms upon my face as I watch him hop off my bed. "I, am going to bury myself under my comforter and you..." He taps my nose lightly with his index finger. "...young lady, should do the same."

"Yes daddy." I smile sweetly. He chuckles and leans in. My eyes flutter close when he presses his lips against my forehead. They linger there for a few seconds before he disconnects them from my skin.

"Good night Ellie." He smiles, flashing his set of pearly whites. Now, that smile would've wooed most women but I'm not like most women so it has no effect on me.

"Good night Logan." I return his smile with one of my own. He turns around and stalks out of my room, shutting the door behind him. I let out a loud sigh as soon as I'm alone. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.