Restoration

CHAPTER 21 Avery

I'm sitting in the passengers seat of Logan's car. We're talking about the movie, and quoting silly things from it.

“Say something human,” he quoted. He grunts like how R did in the movie. “Nailed it.”

I giggle at him. “Great movie,” I say to him.

“It was okay. Still a better love story than Twilight,” he jokes. I giggle at him again. Logan is so funny sometimes. I like it when guys can make me laugh. Owen barely does that for me anymore, or maybe he does and I just don't notice.

I hear the familiar tune of “I Knew You Were Trouble” by Taylor Swift come on the radio. I look at Logan with a big smile on my face. I start to sing the song softly, then wait a little bit before the chorus until I really fill the car with my voice.

“And he's long gone when he's next to me. And I realize the blame is on me. Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in. So shame on me now. Flew me to places I'd never been. Til' you put me down oh I knew you were trouble when you walked in so shame on me now. Flew me to places I'd never been. Now I'm laying on the cold hard ground.” I look at Logan and smile. He smiles back and turns the music down.

“You're a great singer Avery! How come you never told me?”

“I don't know... I'm not that good.”

“But you are,” he testifies. “What other talents are you hiding from me?”

“Nothing! Unless if you call singing, dancing around like an idiot, and writing shitty poetry and lyrics talents,” I confess.

“You write lyrics too?” he asks.

“Yeah, but they're never any good.”

“I'll be the judge of that,” he smirks. “I write lyrics and poetry too. I actually really want to start a band. Skillet is truly influential on me. They're a Christian rock band that seriously made it to the-”

“I know who Skillet is dummy,” I say. “They're amazing! They helped me get through so much! I've always wanted to be in a band. I've had this childish dream to become a rock star and have my husband be right up there with me on stage.”

“Yeah? That's kind of cheesy Avery. Didn't think you were the type,” he jokes. I slap his arm and laugh.

“Well I kind of am. But don't tell anyone or else I'll have to kill you!”

“Be my singer?” he asks me.

First I'm kind of astonished. I didn't think that was where the conversation was headed, but I've always wanted the chance to have other people listen to my voice. “Yes,” I reply. He smiles wildly at me and turns the music back on as we sing in the car together.

I realize Valentine's Day is just is just a couple days away. My curious mind wanders. I wonder what Owen's going to get for me, and especially what Logan will be doing for it.

“Sooo.... are you going to ask a girl out on a date for Valentine's Day?” I ask curiously.

“Probably not. I mean, I'm not that interested in anyone. The last thing I want to do is to pop some false ideas into some chick's head. I don't want a relationship right now,” he replies, then he looks at me with sad, disappointed eyes. I look back at him strangely. “What?” he asks.

“You looked at me weird...”

“No I didn't, I'm just tired,” he says, then shoots me a glamorous smile for encouragement.

“Well okay then...” I say. I look back out the window. I wonder why he stared at me funny. Hm. Odd. He turns onto my road and I get a little discouraged. I desperately wanted to find out what his plans were for Valentine's Day.

We finally get up my long driveway and turn into the circle in front of the house. I unfasten the seat belt, and before I know it, there's Logan, getting the door for me. He walks with me up to my front door.

“So Madam Avery, is it okay if I give you a hug good night?” he asks as we reach the steps. I giggle while he looks at me expectantly.

“Why Mr. Hunt, I do believe you are asking for too much,” I say with a silly, proper, southern fake accent. “But yes good sir, yes you may,” I say with a smile.

He appears in front of me instantly, with his arms wrapped around me. I wrap my arms around his neck and melt into him. I'm surprised at how comfortable I feel. I nestle my head into the curve of his neck, and sigh. His arms tighten around me, and he exhales slowly.

You know how in some movies, when the boy and girl hug, and they look deeply into each others eyes, then kiss? Well no. That didn't happen this time. I start to pull away, and his arms don't let go quite yet. I move my hands down to his chest, and his face inches closer to mine. I however, chicken out like the pansy I am, and pull away. “I had a good time tonight Logan. Thank you,” I say. Then I turn the key and pad inside my house. I shut the door and lean back against it with a sigh. “That was a close one.”