{ON HOLD} Infinite: A Logan Lerman Fanfic

Chapter 12

Logan's POV

"I'm leaving". The words came out just like how I imagined them to, but somehow they brought along an unexpectedly bitter taste. In my mind I had visualized the scene a thousand times to say the least, her reactions and my own reaction to them. Would she be sad and cry right in front of my eyes? Because I would never want that girl to shed a single tear for me. Would she be upset as I was leaving her lonely, surviving school and Peter on her own? Or would she be indifferent, or maybe relieved for she would finally be able to rid herself of her uptight, anti-social friend? I used to wonder and get worried once in a while that she hadn't been capable of fending for herself, but on second thoughts, I was actually the one who wasn't prepared.

Charlotte was at a loss for words. She just stared at me as if she was waiting for a further explanation or a playful "Just kidding", either of which, unfortunately, was non-existent. I myself couldn't comprehend why my decision to reveal the information at first place. And now, instead of one, two hearts were damaged.

"But you'll come back eventually, right? How long will you be going? Two weeks? A month?" Instead of letting tears run down her face, that strong, stubborn girl let the words drip from her lips, as clear as broken falling pieces of crystal.

"I don't know Charlotte." "And also if I make it I will never come back so logically I will want to stay" - said my subconscious. But I didn't say that out loud. I'd been enough of a jerk to her.

Not having enough mental strength to answer another question, I just handed her the envelope and anxiously waited for her response. Staring into her eyes, I noticed the light brown color. Not chocolate, so you could see what was in them. And now, there were the printed letters of the paper, mixed with surprise, pride and delightfulness, and just a glimpse of sadness and disappointment that I was lucky enough to catch.

"You told me about this once. The whole acting dream thingy." she stated

"Yes, I did." What else could I say? I don't want to lose face and the last time I checked, which was probably 2 seconds ago, I wasn't thinking straight.

"Logan, this is great! An opportunity like this is too rare to be missed! Congratulations! I will be the first one to buy tickets for your film." She winked, but her voice broke. Today has had enough surprises and confessions, and what did I have to lose?

"But I don't want to leave you."

"As if I did! But what needs to be done has to be done, right? So, tell me all about this! I can feel the excitement in this room!" Was she serious? When did this conversation start pointing to me? But her eyes and smile left me with no choice. I sat down on the bed and motioned her to do the same. I then told her about how I auditioned for a role in that film "Meet Bill" and how I loved every single line of the script. And that the director wanted me in the film and I would have to be on set twenty-four seven for it.

"So what's the filming location? Yeep I can't wait to see my best friend on a movie poster" The word "best friend" hurt. Not that I cared, though.

"Near. But I won't be at home and attending school" Her reactions were beyond my expectations. And so I went and assumed that she didn't actually want to know the exact location.

"Oh" I was right.

"Yeah"

"Are you sure you can't? I mean, you will have a lot to catch up when you're back." I knew that. This wasn't my first acting experience after all. This was just the first time I got attached and was forced to think over my decision to take the job.

"I would do anything to change it..." I was cut in. By a hug.

"Please don't go Logan. What would I do without you? You can't do this! This is not fair! You just can't ask me out on a so-called date with bubbles and Owl City and lying on the grass and smiling and holding hands, and then abandon me! Here, all by myself!" I hugged her back. One part of me was aching to see her so vulnerable, and the other was jumping for joy at her adorable rants and how she took into account my small gestures.