Letters to an Optimist

xxxi

Her lips were soft, and warm under his. 

They tasted oddly like strawberries with a minor mixture of antibiotics. 

Logan's hands caressed Blanca's face while their lips were still connected, he moved them against hers, with his other hand he gripped her waist, pulling himself closer to her.

He was too engrossed with kissing Blanca, that he didn't notice that the insensitive beeps of her heart spiked up slightly. He paused, his lips hovered over hers, and he glanced at the green lines the moved up and down at various angles.

"Blanca? Are you okay?" Eddie's frantic voice came as he barged into the room. He stared at Logan and Blanca in shook, he'd never expect to see the blond idiot making out with his sister. 

"Its not what it looks like!" Logan said hurriedly, but Eddie still stared at them shocked, once he composed himself he straightened his back and said.

"It looked like you were making out with my unconscious little sister while she is in a hospital."

"Okay...," Logan began. "Its exactly what it looks like, but I can explain!"

Eddie shook his head and smiled. "No need too, its about fucking time you grew a pair and kissed her."

"I was talkin- Wait, what?"

"Ellie and I have been betting on how long it'll take you to finally kiss my sister, I admit; I wasn't the biggest fan of that bet... but I still lost. I said you'd kiss her when I kill you, I didn't kill you yet... so Ellie won," Eddie explained, and sighed. 

"So you actually wanted me to kiss B?" Logan asked with an amused smirk showing. Eddie rolled his eyes and glared at Logan.

"I'm starting to rethink the whole 'I didn't kill you yet', thing," Eddie mused, stroking his chin with his pointer finger and thumb. Logan rolled his eyes and turned to look at Blanca.

He wished she'd move, even if it was to slap him for kissing her, he just wanted to see her move.

It hurt to see her hurt.

Stuck with Love, that was one of the quotes Ellie has screamed a hundred times after watching it, he always remembered it. Oddly enough, it was the only thing going through his mind.

His heart ached, he never knew he'd feel like this, feeling pain for others. It was an odd sensation but he swallowed down the lump in his throat and pecked the top of Blanca's head.

He bit his bottom lip, and stroked her raven black braid.

"So, Ellie said you needed to tell me something. What is it?"

"Oh, that... um, you might want to sit down, Lo," Logan sent him a questioning look but walked towards the leather couch by the corner and slumped down on it. Eddie . Eddie fiddled with his fingers and kept his gaze downward. "Um, well, before you ran-"

"I did not run off Ed," Logan interrupted, Eddie sent him another glare.

"Oh my mistake, I meant you pranced out of here like a drunk fairy princess! Now, shut up and let me continue. Blanca--as weird as she is-- has something in her, no, she isn't pregnant! Don't give me that look Lo, you always jump to conclusions," Eddie shook his head ruefully and carried on.

"You're a complete and utter imbecile Logan. As I was saying, Blanca is not pregnant, okay? She isn't, but she does have a few problems... first off, she's had a pretty crappy childhood, you know that right?"

Logan nodded slowly.

"Okay, well, along with that crappy childhood she suffered from more... eh, severe conditions? I guess that is a good enough word for it, but I don't even know what'll happen Lo, no-one does. Blanca is in fact sick, she's been sick since we were taken away from France, she's been sick since she saw my youngest brother and sister being killed, she saw all that and it triggered something in her. The doctor told us it was a genetic from our mother.