a/n
i'm really really new to writing actual stories (like with people actually doing things, not like texting and that stuff) so i'm EXTREMELY sorry if this chapter turns out to be shit
logan looked at himself in the mirror for the fortieth time. he didn't know why he was so nervous. he couldn't even decide what shoes to wear. checkerboard vans? are those too douchebag-ish? whatever, it didn't matter. he rubbed his eyes and sighed.
louise pulled her hair into a pair of dutch braids before she frowned and quickly took them out.
and then indecisively braided them again,
several times.
it was just logan, what was she so nervous about?
the door creaked a bit when it opened. he walked in, she didn't notice.
she was taking some guys order, and he couldn't help but stare at her.
she was pretty. actually, a whole lot more than just pretty.
"take a picture, it'll last longer ya dork." she was grinning.
they went outside.
he opened the passenger side door for her. his car was old, something you'd see someones dad driving. she thought it was cute.
"so, where are you taking me out to?"
"oh, so you think that this is a date or something now?"
"god, in your dreams, bush."
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a/n (again haha)
thats it lmao
