Between Logan and Jamie {complete}

Jamie: 28.

                It smelt like chocolate.

  Everything in the room just smelt like chocolate. The flowers, my lipstick, the spray that was sinking into the skin on my neck, the fabric that clung to my body and the air around me. It all smelt like chocolate. And I have no idea why, but it made me even more excited about the day ahead.

“Jamie?”

“In here!” I replied, watching as Logan slipped in through the thin material that was used as a curtain. As soon as she walking in, she covered her eyes with her hand. 

“Ah!”

 “What?”

“Don’t you want to close the blinds? This place is like a conservatory.”

“I think it’s beautiful.” I replied, smiling as I twirled around in my dress like a young girl would before her birthday party. Something never change; just adapt to the age difference. I turned to face her. “Don’t you?”

“Sure.” She said, suddenly looking away as if to remember that she was here for a particular reason and began searching through the boxes. Laughter and hums filled the rooms around us but I wasn’t paying attention of that. Instead, I watched as my best friend searched for something, panic clearly visible in her eyes.

“Have you lost something?”

“No.” she said quickly. A little too quickly. “Of course not. What makes you think that?”

“No reason.” I smirked, looking back in the mirror at my hair.

It was long and curly. I always had treasured my hair, more than ever when I found out I had a fifty per cent chance of losing it with my illness and so when the hairdresser did my hair this morning, I made her layer it in different creams and heat protection before any curlers were near it. My hair had a side parting and the greater side was pinned back with a large white flower, leaving the other side to flow down the side of my face. I had a blue jewel in my hair, right in front of the flower, and it made my eyes stand out brighter than they had before.

It had been a present. From Mason, last night, before he slipped out of the bed to the hotel we were now in.

Logan sighed and I glanced at her in the mirror. “Okay, fine. You’re right.”

“You are looking for something.”

“Yes.” She mumbled.

“Your bridesmaid dress, by any chance?” I asked.

“Now look, I had it here last night and I remember putting it under yours. I’m serious. It was right there and then I left whilst everyone crowed you to do your hair and make up to get Jenna to help me sort out my hair and I come back and it’s not there anymore and I’m panicking and I’m so sorry. I don’t want to ruin your day because I know how much it means to you—” she sucked in a large breath of air, disturbing her own monologue. “Wait, how did you know I was looking for my dress?”

“You’re not wearing it. That’s why.”

“Oh.” She replied dumbly.

“Plus,” I turned around to grin at her – nothing could bring my day down – watching her eyes search the room frantically as she searched for the dress, “I got rid of it.”

All attention from her was now on me. “What?”

“I took it.” I said nonchalantly.

“What?” she repeated.

“You didn’t like it anyway.” I shrugged, enjoying this moment even if it was cruel. 

“But... that was my bridesmaids dress! I can’t go out like this!” she pointed down to her jeans and baggy t-shirt. “This isn’t what people wear at weddings!”