My YouTube Life [ON HOLD]

22 (P2): To Much PDA

I don't know what to do or say. Should I go after him? Should I let him go? I don't know, but my heart leads me down the stairs, trailing behind Levi.

"Levi, wait!" I yell.

He turns around, facing me.

"Tara. Let me go, I don't know if I can handle breaking your heart again," he says.

"No!" I scream.

Why am I fighting for him? I have Logan!

"Stay. Please," I say.

He ponders this, biting his lip in the process. "Why? Why should I stay?"

"I don't know," I say, "but, I want you to be here, Lev. Just stay."

I grab his hand and intwine his fingers with mine. His hands are rough and caloused, showing years of working outside.

"I don't think- that's not a good answer," he stutters.

"Then what answer do you want!" I scream.

"I-I want you to say you love me too!" He freezes, stunned at his own words, "An-and mean it."

"I-I." Now I'm stuttering, my words jumbling around inside my mind.

There's that spark again. Still, a feeling Logan never gave me.

Is it the history that Levi and I share? Why is there a spark between us? There has to be a logical explaination for this. Can there? I-Is it really love?

"I love you Levi," I say, looking down at my feet.

He picks me up off the ground and spins me. "I always knew you did. Even though I broke your heart all those years ago."

"What am I going to tell Logan?" I ask him.

"Who?" he asks.

"The guy who I considered my boyfriend," I confess, "I met him at VidCon."

"Maybe we can fly down there and pay him a visit." Levi cracks his knuckles.

"How 'bout no Lev?" I say.

"I was just kidding," he says. We've already gone back to our old ways, always laughing and making jokes, "but we should still pay him a visit. And hey! You could show me all your YouTube friends."

"That'd be awesome."

"When can we leave?" Levi asks

"After I get a haircut," I say, "I really need it." I pinch a piece of my hair and bring it to my face.

"You sure do," Levi jokes.

"Hey!" I laugh.

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I wake up feeling relaxed and refreshed. Well, besides the anxiety of having to (hopefully not) break Logan's heart. I throw my covers off me and run downstairs to get breakfast. It's only about 7:30 am, and I have a hair appointment scheduled for 12:00 pm.

I open the fridge and take out the butter and the carton of milk. I set them on the counter. Then I grab a plate, glass cup, 2 pieces of bread, and a knife, I put the two pieces of bread in the toaster and pour myself a glass of milk. I'm about to the carton up when a pair strong arms wrap around my torso.

"Morning," Levi says.

"Morning Lev."

"Are you ever going to stop calling me that," he says, "T."

"Ha ha, very funny," I say, unamused, "Plus, I don't think my parents would allow such PDA."

"Well, they're going to have to-."

"To what, Mr. Shepard?" Grandmama asks.

"N-Nothing, Ma'am," he says, removing his arms from me.

"That's what I thought," Grandmama says, shooting me a wink. She grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and makes her way back up the stairs.

"Your grandma creeps me out," Levi says.

"Good," I say, "There has to be someone to scare the shit out of you. Besides me of course."

My toast pops up from the toaster, so I spread butter ontop of them, and then put my supplies away. I grab my glass of milk and make my way to the living room. I set down my food and turn on the tv to a movie channel. It's playing Twilight.

"Hey Lev! Do you wanna come laugh at Twilight with me?" I say.

"Sure," he says from the kitchen, "one second."

He comes in a few seconds later, on the part where Edward confesses to Bella that he's a vampire. I take a bite of my toast. "Ohhh... he sparkles. What an awesome talent."

"I'll say," Levi mocks.

I pull my legs up, onto the couch, and Levi scoots closer. We're now only inches apart. He yawns, then puts his arm behind my head.

"Classic," I say.

"What? It's not like I'm hurting you," he says.

"No, but you are being subtracted "ego-points" for stealing the iconic "get to 2nd base" move seen in almost every chic-flic," I say.

"Youtube has changed you," Levi states as he leans down to kiss me. His soft lips dance across mine. He moves them around my jaw line and on my neck. I pull back and shake my finger.

"Not yet," I say, getting up to go change for my hair appointment.

"Tease!" he calls as I run up the stair to my room. I shut my door, and touch my lips, where Levi kissed me only moments ago.

A girl could get used to this.