Bittersweet Love

Chapter 2

Carlos:

Logan's lasagna is awesome, it even rivals my corn dogs. We talk a lot during dinner, then we clean up, so Mama Knight won't get angry. Logan looks at the clock. "Well, it looks like we still have time before the others get back. So what do we want to do?"

There are a few examples that come to mind, but I'm certainly not going to suggest any of them. So I grin and say, "How about a bet? We will watch a horror movie, and I bet you won't get through the entire movie without screaming." It's a little mean, because everyone knows Logan hates horror movies. But to my surprise, he grins and says, "Bet accepted."

"How did you do that?!" I ask Logan, shocked. He looks at me and for a moment I don't care about his answer. I just pay attention to his beautiful eyes. He smiles. "I don't think you really want to know that."

"Uh, yeah, I do. Tell me."

His smile widens. "Well, you know . . . Camille and I had a similar bet."

I stare at him. "What bet?"

He hesitates for a moment and then replies, "Well, she said if I could handle the movie without hiding behind the couch in fear, she'd have a surprise for me."

"What surprise?" I ask and realize a second too late how stupid this question actually is. It's none of my business, but I just can't help it. Logan looks at me mysteriously. "I don't kiss and tell, Carlos."

"Oh, come on, Logie. Give me some details."

He shakes his head. "No. And stop calling me that."

I roll my eyes and watch him turn off the TV. Then he stretches and yawns. "I'm going to sleep."

I nod to him. "Good night. I hope you don't have any nightmares."

He sticks out his tongue and I laugh. He then waves goodbye and disappears into his and Kendall's room. I stay on the couch. In the spot where Logan sat. I can smell his aftershave in the pillows.

When Mrs. Knight and Katie show up, I decide to go to bed as well. But sleep is out of question. Everything in my head is about Logan and when James comes in much later, I'm still wide awake. But I don't feel like talking to him, so I pretend to be asleep while I keep thinking about Logan and his breathtaking, perfect smile.