Chapter 31

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Frantic shaking wakes me up. Startled, I sit up suddenly to see a plane flying low above. I look down to see my body covered with a blanket. Under the blanket was a waking Logan.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah." I franticly say as I realize what had happened.

Logan slowly sits up and places a hand on my shoulder. "Shh..." He demands while shading his eyes from the morning sunrise. "Just look."

I take a deep breath and look out over the overlook. The sun is coming over the horizon slowly. This was probably the most magical thing I had ever seen. I am speechless and Logan looks at me and smiles. He lets out a deep breath and reaches to grab his phone off the edge of the truck. "Good morning." His voice is low and full with sleep. I hate to admit it, but that was the hottest thing I had ever heard anyone say.

I look back at him. "Good morning." I smile. He sits back up and pulls the cover off of our bodies. "When did I even go to sleep?" I asked trying to remember exactly what happened.

"You were telling me about all the fist fights you have been and then you started to drift to sleep." He smiled before he continued. "I asked you if you wanted me to take you home and you sleepily said 'no' and then passed out."

I laugh at the thought of me sleepily having a conversation with Logan. "I'm sorry. I had no intention of falling asleep."

"It's fine. Really. I have always wanted to wake up to the sunset."

"And yet you wake up by almost being run into by a plane." I joke. He smiles and stands up in the bed. He walks to the gate and jumps down. His black button shirt has been unbuttoned exposing his toned chest. Every edge of his body was perfect. I stand up and follow behind. He reaches up and puts his hands on my hips and I use his shoulders to get down. I walk to the door and climb in. "This should be good trying to explain this one to my parents."

"Don't throw me under the bus. I was only being a good citizen and taking a drunk lady home." I exaggeratedly open my mouth and swat his arm. He laughs and puts the key into the ignition. "Lets get you home." He starts driving down the narrow path and slows right before the curb hop. I lean down and place the sparkling heels back onto my feet. I grab my phone out of the middle council and push the power button. There are seven new text messages. I unlock my phone to find that six of them were from Alyssa and one from my mom asking me if I was awake because there was breakfast on the table and they were leaving the house.

I bust out laughing and Logan looks over from the road. "Maybe I won't have to explain my tardiness to my parents. My mom thinks I am asleep in my room." Logan laughs and looks back at the road. "Are your parents going to be mad you were out all night?"

"No. They don't mind if I am out all night." He responds as he merges onto the highway.

"Lucky you." I smile.

"They only ask that I text them every other night or so to make sure I am still alive." We pull up to the end of my driveway. I grab my purse and open the door. Before I step down I turn my head to look at him. "Thanks for making prom memorable." Before he has the chance to reply I use the step to climb down and turn to close the door. I walk in front of the truck and begin to walk up the empty rock driveway waiting for him to drive away. However, he doesn't leave until I close the front door. I am greeted by Moose who brings me a toy in hopes I will play with him. I grab the toy from his mouth and throw it across the living room. Before he can bring it back I start my way down the hallway towards my room as quietly as I can, not being able to help the smile that won't leave my face. I am not sure if my sister or brother were home. I manage to get to my room without hearing any noise. Quickly changing out of my purple dress, I grab the top two pieces of clothing I find and put them. I take a makeup wipe and remove the worn makeup from my face. The wipe falls into the trash and I turn to look back at my reflection in the mirror. I take a deep breath and try to process everything that had just happened. 

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