{ON HOLD} Infinite: A Logan Lerman Fanfic

Chapter 11

Charlotte's POV

This might be the only time I could complain that "Weekends walk, Weekdays run". Logan and I hadn't talked a bit since the date, which was really getting on my nerves. It kept me wondering all kinds of things that my head could have exploded.

So this is what people called post-first date syndrome? That you seemed to be overthinking but at the same time you thought it was not enough? That you tried to guess whatever the guy was doing every second? That, for the first time, what he thinks of you mattered the world? Well, they sure didn't feel as good as cliché novels gave them credit for. It was weirdly obnoxious, honestly! I had always been an anti-cheesy kind of girl, and now I was flattered because a guy fed me with a cheesy bubbles show, a cheesy Owl City song and cheesy touch? Moreover, now my thoughts were becoming so cheesy that it could be stuffed straight into a Burger King's burger. (get my joke? Cheesy? Get it? No? Ok.) The concept of "butterfiles in my stomach" only gets across in a biological way to me. Yes, you read it right, I really thought it was bugs flying around in our tummy, that was how I hated it. But don't you dare think that I was raised inside a jail with tattooed prisoners teaching me karate moves and bomb-making. As silly as it sounds, I grew up loving each and every Disney princess movies, you know, ones with characters singing all the time? My absolute favorite was the movie about this young girl running, oops SWIMMING around in a seashell bra. Yes, the little mermaid who sacrifised everything she had for love (cheeseburger!). I used to think I would definitely find someone and love him that much. But then I saw Larry coming home wasted, mumbling the newest name on his "ex-girlfriend" list, his eyes swollen and he could barely walk without stumbling . Believe me, he treated them like princesses, and I'm not saying this because we are biologically related. He went straight to bed and didn't wake up until noon. He had nightmares and scream so loud that people in Siberia might be able to hear him. The next day he didn't come out of the room and when I came in, he had turned into a starving vampire and probably started drinking blood (actually all he drank the whole week was carrot juice to get by, but admit it, they were equally disgusting that it wouldn't make any difference). He let me hold his favorite teddy while watching him literally throw every memory of the girl into the trash bin, from souvenirs to chocolate or cards. He also saved the special show for corny letters and selfies, they all soon turned into ashes which I had to later clean up. After removing the traces, it was Confession Time, which I would have probably learned everything by heart, but it was never boredom.

*Flashbacks*

"Why are you so sad, Larry?" - I said, staring into his bloodshot eyes.

"Because I'm heartbroken, Lot" - his voice cracked.

"But I don't see any pieces!" - cried me.

"It's not exactly like breaking a vase, Lots"

"How come?"

Then he came closer and wrap me in his arms. His scent embraced me, and I immediately felt protected.

"Remember how you tore up your fairy story just because you couldn't spell all the words? And however hard we tried, the tapes wouldn't do the trick and the book could never be the same? Well, little Lots, LOVE works the same way, only that there's no tape. All people were born with a strong heart, but some got it tested through harder experiences than others, which is quite similar to putting on a armour for knights in fairy tales. But if somehow, the armour is scratched, or maybe even broken, the knight - the person's heart, shall be wounded even worse than those who don't have to fight and therefore, don't own an armour." His eyes were somewhere else. I was left speechless, trying to comprehend the story. But then he smiled again, despite his wary eyes.

"Oh Lots, you will learn to fight one day. But for the time being, just don't go to war if you haven't found your damsel in distress yet, ok?" His smile was a bit childish and goofy, just like the way he was treating me.