You sat on your bed trying to rehearse your lines for your valid victorian speech.
You were a bundle of nerves. Worry and fear were the most overpowering.
" Wh-what if I fall, o-or stutter, o-or get made fun of..." You kept mumbling a seemingly endless list of the possible bad things that could happen.
Logan stood in your doorway for a moment before walking in.
"Y/n, calm down." Logan whispered, gaining your attention.
"Remember, in four, hold seven, out eight." He spoke softly, which helped coax you back to your original self.
"What's got you so worked up?" He asked calmly.
You sighed. "I have my valid victorian speech tomorrow, and I'm really nervous. What if I mess up, what if- mmmph!"
Logan got off your negative thoughts with a kiss.
You blushed wildly, but returned the kiss.
When you both pulled away, you asked him why he had kissed you.
"I don't like you asking what if questions Y/n. You should be talking about how extraordinary your speech will be. And how it with render everyone speechless. You're amazing, talented, and intelligent Y/n. Anyone would be a fool to make fun of you."
"But what if I fall?" You asked quietly.
"I'll catch you. I'll always be there to catch you."
You blushed, but kissed him as a thank you for his supportive words.
"How about, after your graduation, we go out to dinner?" Logan asked.
You nodded, cheeks still crimson.
===Extended Ending===
You finished your speech, and began to walk off the stage.
While walking down the stairs you tripped slightly, and began to fall off the stage.
But Logan caught you, dipped you, and kissed you passionately earning wolf whistles, awes, and louder cheers from the crowd.
"I told you I'd always be there to catch you." He whispered into the kiss.
~311~
