The Road to....Somewhere???

Up Close And Personal

Logan's p.o.v.

Work sucks. That is all I have to say about that.

So, today was horrible. Actually, the last week has been rough as hell. My only reprieve has been Ashley. When I am with her, I am able to forget about my job, and all that is riding on this one inventory. I'm good, I know I am. If things hadn't turned out well with this, though, my job would have been in jeopardy. Thankfully, everything turned out great. I had done a lot in the two months I had been here, and I was proud.

Now, I am on my way home. I thought I would be at the store a lot longer than I was, and had told Ashley I wouldn't be over tonight. She had been ok with it, and said she was going out with Cassie and Erin. She hadn't spent any time with them, and I sort of felt bad about that. We were together so much, it wasn't leaving her any free time with them. I'm sure they were hating on me right about now. I didn't want that, but I couldn't leave Ashley alone. It was almost like an addiction. 

She still hadn't seen my "place", and there was no way she was going to. I pulled up at the hotel, and went to my room. It was nothing but a crap place, pay by the week kind of thing. I didn't have anything. I had lost everything before I left Florida. I had told many lies to Ashley, and I didn't want her finding out about them. She didn't put things together when I told her about my father. One day, at lunch, I had told her a bunch of crap about my dad, and family, and us moving around because of him being in the military. When shit got real, and I had to tell her the truth about my childhood, I was sure issues would arise because of this. I guess she was more worried about what had happened to me, then things I had told her previously. This had made me fall for her even more. 

I knew I had to tell her the truth about things, but I wasn't ready for some of it to come out. You would think that after telling her about my dad, anything else would be a breeze. This is so not the case. I know she had a bad time with her ex, but I didn't want her to know about mine. I couldn't find the words to tell her that Lindsey had stolen all my belongings, cleaned out my bank account, constantly cheated, and regularly beat the shit out of me. I didn't want to be that person. 

So, here I am, in a cheap hotel, basically broke, and lying at every turn to the one person that I could see spending forever with. It wasn't fair. Not to me or her. This last month, I could tell how she was feeling for me, and the feelings were reciprocated. We were getting real serious, real fast. My heart reached out to her at every turn. She was everything that I wasn't, and I loved it. Our differences complimented each other, and our similarities made us perfect. Deep inside, I just knew.

We hadn't been intimate since that one night of revelation. It was ok, though. We had gotten heated a few times, but I knew she wasn't ready for it again. I felt it when we were together. Instead of taking offence, I simply waited. It didn't matter how much time she needed. That was how much she was going to receive. 

I'm missing her something terribly right now. This would be the first night in almost a month that I would not be seeing her. I only stayed over on the weekends, when we didn't have to worry about work, but I saw her every night. Now, it was Friday, and I wouldn't see her, and I wouldn't be staying with her either. This really sucked.

'Stop crying about it, and fix it.' No, she really needed this time with her friends. 'You really think she doesn't want to see you?' I'm sure she does, but I don't want to intrude. 'Not intruding. Showing her you miss her.'  Damn, I hate arguing with myself. There wasn't really any reason to, cause I knew what I was going to do. I'm going to see her. 

It's ten minutes later, and I am headed out the door. I thought about texting or calling her, letting her know I was coming, but then I decided to surprise her. 

A block away, I could here the music from the club. 10:30. Things were starting to get going. It's the same at every club I have ever been to. People don't get out till late, get really drunk, really quick, and this does not always make for drama free nights. I trusted Ashley, though. I knew she was not the kind of person that would hurt me. I had never invaded on her personal time like this, though, and I was starting to worry. Maybe she didn't want to see me tonight. She had been really ok with it when I said I wouldn't see her tonight. Maybe she wanted some space.

No, I knew she wanted to see me. She always wanted to see me. If nothing else, I would just make an appearance, see her beautiful face, and then head home. I just wanted to lay eyes on her. At least for a moment. 

I found a park, and got out. The line wasn't to long, so there wasn't much of a wait for me to get inside. I was beginning to get nervous. I wasn't one for nerves, not like Ashley, but she brought them out of me more than anyone. 

I walked in the club, and it was pretty crowded. I didn't even know how I was going to go about finding her in the sea of unfamiliar faces. I started to freak out a little, and decided to go to the bathroom first, and calm myself down. I saw the sign for it, and headed over. I saw a really pretty girl enter a minute before I got there. I didn't even look at women like I used to. I mean, I could appreciate their attractiveness, but it didn't go any further. The only woman I "thought" about was Ashley. 

As I entered the bathroom, thinking these thoughts and smiling to myself, I encountered a scene I was absolutely not expecting. Standing at the sink, I saw the pretty girl.This would not have been a problem if she didn't have her arms around Ashley's waist.

Pretty girl and Ashley.

Up close and personal.