The Actress and the Prince

•Chapter 9•

"You know, I'm not going to keep answering your calls if they're at seven on a Sunday morning," I mumbled to Logan through my phone at seven in the morning that Sunday. I was worn out from yesterday and he still insisted on calling me.

"Look outside," he said.

I was about to ask why, but I walked up to my window and saw him standing in my backyard holding a stack of vinyl.

"I saw a record player in your living room," he shouted. "So I went to the nearest record store and bought every record that looked interesting. May I climb through your window?" He was already on the roof by the time he asked that question. Once through my window he set the stack on my bed and looked around. "This makes my room look like shit. Did you do all this?" He gestured to my walls. The ceiling I had painted night over my bed and day over the rest of my room. One wall was a chalkboard, while the other two I had collages random things all over the walls. Lights hung from the ceiling for late nights reading.

"Yeah," I picked up the stack of records and sat in the floor, patting the space next to me for Logan to sit. He plopped down next to me and started laying out the records.

Logan had an amazing taste in music.

"The Rolling Stones?" I gaped at the album in my hands. "How did you even...?"

"...Find it?" he finished my question for me. "I was there all night. I even paid the owner extra to let me look through them until about half an hour ago."

"Abbey Road?!" I screamed. "Oh, my God. You don't even know how long I've been looking for this."

"I guess your searching is over, then," he smiled, his dimples making me blush and look back down at the stack of records.

After finding ACDC, the Grease Soundtrack, and Elvis Presley, we laid on the floor with the records spread out all around us.

"I have a theory," I stated.

"Oh, really?" Logan asked. "And what is it?"

"Good girls are bad girls."

"Explain."

"Okay, so one time I knew this girl, right? Pretty, talented, straight A's, class president, and going straight to Harvard through a huge scholarship," I said. "So everyone thought she was the definition of a 'good girl', right? Well, one time I was in the library being the nerd that I am. And I went to the back of the library to find a book I needed for English class. Guess who I saw making out with one of the studs from school?"

"Wow," he sounded astonished.

"That's my theory," I stayed simply. "Good girls are bad girls."

"That haven't been caught," he added.

"Yes," I looked over at him. He was already looking at me.

"You're so beautiful," he smiled. "And it's not even that. It's the fact that you could honestly care less. You barely wear any makeup because you don't even need it. And you just...you're just...amazing."

"No one's ever said anything like that to me," I whispered.

"That's surprising."

I laughed softly. "You're literally the cheesiest person I know."

"And you're literally the only person that deals with my cheesiness."

Am I in love yet?

***

OMG

So I totes ship Lessalyn.

Jogan?

Jogan. Jogan is their ship name.

Okay bye.