Personal Powers: Civil War

Old Obstacles; Old Friend

After about a whole hour of waiting at St. Louis station, the train finally started moving. We were already half way from DC which ment we only had twelve more hours in this train.

Logan and I shared a small room where we slept. The room with a milky caramel color contained two small beds each against the left and right walls and with a window to my side of the room.

"Is kind of cold, don't you think?" Said Logan as he took the covers of his bed.

"Yeah" I responded.

I looked at him and then he looked at me. I felt a rush in my chest, a strange feeling that I have only felt three times before.

The way he looked at made me more excited. From his dazzling smile that brought light to the room to his greenish eyes that made me forget about things. Logan always seemed to have his ways of bringing people close to him.

He looked back at his bed and continuously shook the covers of his bed and moved them around like he had nothing to do.

After a few minutes of silence, I started talking.

"Welll" I slowly said, "if you want you can come and sleep with me".

I didn't want to sound desperate but I couldn't resist. The thought of his body next to mine and my head laying on his chest seemed impossible to reach but if I make a move on him now, it might come a reality later.

"I was waiting for you to say that" Logan blurted out his thoughts, "sorry, you were not supposed to hear that".

I giggled, "You're really funny Logan".

"Well thank you" he said in a witty tone.

"You sound too proper" I said to him.

"You don't like it?" He said while creating a frown on his face.

"Well I didn't say that" I said back feeling a bit regretful. I need to start thinking before speaking.

"Haha, I'm playing with you" he said, "Wait let me get that off your shirt".

Logan approached me and grabbed the lower part of my shirt. He looked down at it and grabbed a pice of paper that was stuck on my shirt.

While doing so, his hair was right in front of my face. His black hair smelled like a a warm summer day.

From another point of view, I looked like a creep who was smelling somebody's hair, but from my perspective, I was admiring Logan's perfect hair odor which made me think of my past summers when I was young.

Although it seemed long, Logan finally looked up. His eyes met mines while his hands stayed caught on my shirt.

"You have perfect lips" he softly said.

"You have perfect eyes" I said back and we both smiled.

His greenish eyes reminded me of my past when I worried about nothing. No responsibilities, no worries. Everything was simple and easy. The green trees and green grass brought me happiness as a kid because it ment longer and warmer days.

That's why I was always lost when I looked into Logan's eyes. They always made me think of my childhood when I was naive and immature. When I didn't think when doing things and when you didn't care about what the world thought about you. Logan brought back that feeling, and I liked how he did it.

My eyes continued to move down his face. I reached his perfect shaped lips. Full with color and moist. Although they were not diamonds, the yellow light from the lamp made his lips shine in the room.