*Hello, dear readers. I'm back!
Here is a few answers to some questions:
-I'm sorry to say that the professor is not some kind of rapist. Just a perv!
-Amore is Italian for love. We don't always have to call somebody snuggy-bears to make them feel special. All it takes is a foreign word for love C:
-If you have any questions, please feel free to ask by comments!
To: VampyreWitchMagik
- I read your comment about hummingbirdab sending you a message to read my book. Would you please tell her that I thank her for reccomending my story?
We had already settled in my room. We as in Logan and I.
I cannot believe that I have a boy in my room!
If my parents ever found out, they would slap me. One parent for each cheek. They would talk about how I'm never going to be married to a respectable family. If I weren't an only child right now, they would without any regret disown me. But I'm an only child now so they would try to make me look more "respectable".
The good thing is that they would never find out. The only one who saw Logan and I go in my room was Missa and I hardly think she would babble about this. I trust here!
"Hello?" Logan said in a questioning voice.
"Yes?" I answered him.
"Oh, nothing really. I was just wondering what you're thinking about." He said curiously.
"Just stuff" I said, trying to make him uninterested in my thoughts.
"What kinds of stuff, Amore?" He said seductively.
He might not have said it seductively but whenever he says Amore, it makes me blush then melt. So, I blushed and melted.
"Family stuff" I finally told him.
"Do you miss them?" He asked. That question surprised me. I did go to a college in New York to escape my parents but do I miss them?
"Yes... there are some relatives that I miss terribly but for the most part I don't," I told him truthfully, so truthfully that tears were threatening to fall.
Logan knew better than to continue the conversation. After all, a girl crying just scares boys. He just made himself comfortable by on my huge kind sized bed.
I didn't know what he was thinking about but in a blink of an eye, he was across the room hugging me. I contained and fought my tears until they were gone but I knew that later on I would cry myself to sleep. Logan gave the top of my head a quick kiss. I almost didn't notice it.
He was so tall that his chin could rest on my head when we hugged. A few minutes after my tears subsided, we reluctantly pulled away from each other. I'm not sure if he was reluctant but I sure didn't want to let him go.
We played around all afternoon (don't think wrong!) We surfed the web and added each other on MySpace. I was surprised to find out that Logan had at least 2,000 friends. When he saw my shocked expression, he merely shrugged and said that they were mostly students at this school. To me, that's the whole population of my hometown.
We talked about our life. Him talking about the exciting city life and me talking about the simple small town life. I thought that his life was very interesting, with the parties, small study groups, and living at a dorm that's full of relatives. He said that most kids living in his dorm are related to each other in one way or another.) I tried to see myself in his point of view.
All I could see was a simple small town petite girl. I sighed and shook my head.
Logan tucked a part of my auburn hair behind my left ear.
"You're very pretty. Your eyes are a dazzling pair of hazel and I swear they captivate me." He stared into my eyes. "I know that auburn isn't your natural color, but it's a good choice." He tucked my hair behind my right ear. "I don't think I can do your lips any justice with words." He leaned in to kiss me. I closed my eyes and he kissed me... on my nose.
That had surprised me; I thought that I would lose my first kiss then and there. I really wouldn't have minded.
We were sitting cross-legged in front of each other. Logan held my two hands in his. My hands seemed so mall compared to his. His hands were not particularly warm but it wasn't cold either. It was kind of room temperature.
"I swear I would make your first kiss special." He said with confidence. I really felt like he had just read my thoughts but I don't think that possible.
He smiled and I couldn't help but smile back.
Then my cellphone started ringing, it said that I had class in 8PM, which was in 30 minutes. I shot up.
"I have class!" I told him frantically. I started looking for my messenger bag and even bothered putting my black uggz on.
When I was done, Logan was patiently holding my bedroom door for me. We walked down the hill together, our shoulders sometimes brushing against each other.
While I was nearing my classroom, Logan was still walking with me/
"Umm, are you walking me to my class?" I asked him shyly.
"No... this is the way to my class." He answered with tension in his voice.
Another 45 seconds passed and we were still walking together.
"I think we may have the same class." I told him. He didn't look all that happy to know that I was in his class. That made me more suspicious than angry. Maybe he has a girlfriend in that class!
Logan opened and held the classroom door for me. He followed me closely.
"Look! Logan brought a snack!" A girl's voice said excitedly.
looked at Logan and he didn't seem to have any snacks on him.
Logan stepped in front of me in a protective stance.
"You may not touch her." He said with authority in his voice. The girl who seemed excited turned her smile upside down.
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