C'est La Vie

32. Apology

Ryder’s soft snoring alerts me to the fact that he’s fast asleep.

I gently creep off the bed and head out of his room. I can’t sleep. I feel so guilty for snapping at Logan. He’s just looking out for me!

I walk past his room and my stomach clenches when I see the lights still on. He can’t sleep either, huh?

I take a deep breath, about to walk into his room and apologise before my nerves get the better of me. I’m scared we’ll end up fighting some more. Logan is my best friend! I need him to be on talking terms with me! He means the world to me!

Sighing, I head down the stairs.

I walk into the Preston kitchen and rifle through their fridge hoping to find some comfort food. God knows I need the comforting.

As I’m poking around in the kitchen, I hear someone clear their throat behind me.

I straighten up, hitting my head against the top of the fridge.

               “Oww!” I whine, rubbing my head.

               “Are you alright, Faye?” Mrs Preston asks, watching me with a smirk.

               “Hey Mrs P! I’m fine!” I chirp, closing the fridge.

               “Go ahead and take whatever you like,” she encourages, perching on one of the high bar stools watching me.

I shake my head and give her a smile. “I guess I’ll just be heading up,” I mumble.

               “Actually, I was hoping we could talk,” she says, gesturing for me to take a seat beside her.

I hop onto the bar stool and smile up at her. “What’s up?”

               “I just went to Logan’s room. I was wondering why he wasn’t sleeping when tomorrow is a school day,” she begins, assessing me sharply.

               “Oh,” I mumble, dropping my gaze.

               “Yeah. He gave me a half baked excuse about having an essay to write. I didn’t buy it for a second. I was wondering what was wrong with him, and now I see you, wearing the same dejected expression. What’s going on Faye?” she asks gently.

I sigh turning to face her.

Mrs P is like my mother. The least I could do is answer her truthfully.

               “Well...Ryder and I sort of got together,” I mumble.

She narrows her eyes slightly. “He didn’t force himself on you, did he?”

I grin. Even his mother barely believes I would willingly get together with him. “No. We just suddenly realised that we really cared for each other.”

She nods her head sagely, a small smile on her lips. “And let me guess, this has made Logan jealous?”

I cough uncomfortably, blushing.

Is that what this is? Jealousy?

No way! Logan is my best friend! He doesn’t like me in that way...

He’s just trying to be protective of me.

Yeah, that’s it!

               “It’s not like that...Logan’s worried Ryder will use me and throw me away,” I admit.

               “Ah...well, Ryder does have that reputation. I’m his mother, but even I know it! Honestly though, I don’t think Ryder will treat you the way he treats every other girl. At the very least, you know he really, really does care for you,” she points out.

I smile at her. He really does care, doesn’t he?

               “I don’t know what to do, Mrs P,” I sigh, closing my eyes. “Logan said some mean things to me about Ryder using me and I got mad at him and snapped at him. I want to apologise, but I’m scared we’ll end up fighting again,” I whisper.

               “Well, he seems just as upset as you, dear. I think the two of you should make up if either one of you plan to get any sleep tonight,” she adds wryly.

She gives my shoulder a gentle squeeze before excusing herself.

I sigh to myself, turn the lights off and trudge up the stairs. I hesitate outside Logan’s room but steel myself.

On the other side of the door is my best friend in the entire world! Why in the world am I hesitating?!

I knock the door and hold my breath.

Will he know it’s me? He always said I had a distinctive knock.

               “What?” he demands.

               “Can I come in?” I squeak.

I hear the groaning of the springs of his bed. Moments later, the door is wrenched open and Logan stands before me.

               “What?” he repeats.

               “Lolo...I don’t wanna fight with you anymore! I’m sorry for snapping at you!” I whisper, dropping my gaze.

I hear him sigh before he pulls me into a hug.

               “I was deliberating walking over to Ry’s room to apologise to you,” he admits.

I smile against his chest, relaxing in his familiar embrace.

               “Why didn’t you?” I ask jokingly with a pout.

               “Because I was pretty sure he would get mad at me. Or that I may catch the two of you doing the nasty,” he adds, grinning.

               “Logan!” I mutter, swatting him. “I am not a slut!”

               “I know. But my brother is a man whore! It’s the one thing I expect him to be doing when there’s a girl in his room,” Logan mutters, scrunching up his nose.

I smile up at him, pushing past him to get into his room.

               “What are you doing?” he asks curiously.

               “Going to sleep?” I mumble, climbing on his bed and scooting under the covers.

               “What about my brother? Aren’t you having a sleepover in his room?” Logan asks. But he seems pretty happy. He turns off the lights and climbs into bed with me.

               “Your brother is a heavy sleeper. Plus I can’t get comfortable in his room. I need to sleep right here or else I’ll be up the whole night,” I mumble through a yawn.

Logan chuckles lightly and takes my hand.

               “It’s good to have you back Faye,” he murmurs.

               “It’s good to be back here, Lolo,” I say, smiling as I close my eyes.

A/N: I'm back! :)

The story is almost at its end, so bear with me. I'm going to try to finish it as fast as I can to make it up to you guys! :)