Bittersweet Love

Chapter 13

Logan's point of view:

I'm lying in bed, staring thoughtfully at the dark ceiling. I can't sleep. I have to think about Camille all the time. I hate it when we fight. What does she have against it? This dinner won't be that bad. I turn to the side. My thoughts are still racing through my head. I sit up and take my cell phone in my hand. But then I shake my head and put it away. Shortly thereafter, I take it again.

"Come on. Write her a message," Kendall's voice suddenly sounds.

"She will ignore the message."

"But at least you tried. Believe me, she gets even angrier if you don't even try to solve the problem."

I think about his words. They sound convincing. "But I don't just want to write her a message, I want to see her." I look at my cell phone and make a decision …

Camille's point of view:

I told my dad that Logan has time tomorrow. He seemed to be happy. If I only knew what he was planning. Meanwhile I'm lying in bed, but sleep is out of the question. I still can't believe that Logan let me down. Since when is he so stubborn? My thoughts are distracted by the vibration of my cell phone. Who is still writing messages to me at this time? At first, Jo comes to my mind, but she wouldn't text that late. Maybe it's Logan. I take the phone and look at the display. Logan. I don't know if I should be happy about it or not. On the one hand, I want him to know how angry I am, but on the other hand, I probably can't sleep all night if I just ignore his message. Sooner or later, I will read it anyway. Sighing, I open the message:

I have to see you … now.

Confused, I stare at this sentence. Is he serious? Should I answer him? I hesitate, but the desire for a reconciliation gains the upper hand and I ask him where we should meet. It takes a few minutes for his answer to arrive:

Leave your apartment in 10 minutes.

I'm just more confused, yet I wait the ten minutes and then sneak out of the apartment.

"Shhh."

I turn my head in the direction of the sound and see Logan standing in the entrance to the staircase. I go to him and he opens the door for me. I don't say anything. He sits down on the stairs and looks at me. He expects me to sit next to him, but I just lean against the wall and cross my arms. "So … what's up?"

He clears his throat nervously. "Camille … I'm sorry about how I acted. I know, I shouldn't have let you down. You know that I hate it when we fight. That's why I wanted to see you."

"Do you still want to come to dinner?"

He nods. I turn around and want to go, when Logan says, "Yes, I'll come. And I'd like to know what the real reason is, why you're so against it."

Did he really say that? I slowly turn back to him. "I already said it. My dad-"

He shakes his head. "Seriously. What's the problem?"

I don't answer him. Now it shows again how difficult it is for me to express my feelings and fears. There's only one person I can really tell anything and that's Jo. I know, this person should actually be Logan. He's my boyfriend, after all. But how can I explain that? "My dad is the real reason … He … He sometimes says things that … well … I just don't want him to destroy that …"

"What would he destroy?" Logan asks softly. I'm silent. I just can't say it. Logan looks at me confused. And then he understands. "You think your dad could be so mean to me that I end our relationship?"

He said it. So easy and yet I couldn't say it. I nod and sit next to him on the stairs. But I don't look at him. He reaches out, puts two fingers on my chin and turns my head so I finally have to look at him.

"Camille, whatever your dad will say or do, it will not change our relationship. Nothing, absolutely nothing, can make me break up with you."

"You don't know my dad as well as I do. Sometimes he can be really mean."

"That doesn't change anything. I won't leave you."

I feel like crying, but I won't let that happen. Not as long as Logan is with me. But he obviously feels it, because he looks at me seriously. "Stop suppressing your feelings, Camille."

"I'm not suppressing anything," I reply defiantly. At the same moment, my tears come. Logan hugs me and holds me tight. Thankfully, it doesn't take long for my tears to dry. Logan slowly loosens his grip and clears his throat. "We should go back to our apartments."

I don't want to get away from him. He seems to know what I think and says, "You know it has to be that way. If we get caught …" He doesn't finish the sentence. That's not necessary. He's right. He gets up and then pulls me up. Then he goes to the door, but before he can open it, I hold him back, "Wait." I kiss him passionately. At first, he's too surprised to react, then he replies. As we part, he asks quietly, "What was that for?"

I'm smiling. "Since when do we reconcile without kissing?"

He grins and leans his forehead against mine. "I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too."

He smiles, takes my hand and walks with me to my apartment. There he kisses me on the cheek and says, "Good night, Camille."

Before I have the opportunity to tell him the same, he has already turned around and walks down the hall. Shaking my head and smirking, I watch him until he reaches the staircase and disappears through the door.