Too Bad For Her Own Good

chapter 34

"Actually, not ready."  Logan mumbles. "Gotta pee, I'll be back."

"Logan" I laugh "There's a bathroom on the plane."

He scrunched his nose up in disgust. "No way. That means I'll have to spend another 6 hours in a confined space knowing my own piss is splashing around the back." He says, just a little too loudly as he jogs towards the bathroom.

Nasty, strange, yet completely logical boy.

I give the woman my ticket, and she wishes me a happy flight. I know she heard the crazy talk spitting from Logans mouth, and I admire that she chose to ignore it. I surely would not be able to do that.

Seat A, row 32.

I look down the plane, smiling. Ranging from teenagers to elderly people, the city of Las Vegas welcomed all. The range of people was exquisite, and my brain had always found admiration in such beauties.

29, 30, 31, ah 32. I had a window seat.

A middle-aged woman, beautiful and sleek sat in the end of the three-seated section.

"Excuse me ma'am, can I-" I begin.

She smiles brightly, wow, she is beautiful.
"Of course dear." She gets up and let's me slide in next to her.

"My names Carrie." She greets, extending a hand, fitted with dangling bracelets that remind me of my own.

"Katherine, pleasure to meet you." I smile.

"Same to you, dear. Last time I flew I sat next to an old man who could refrain from trying to hit on me!" She laughs.

I laugh to grateful that Logan and I have someone pleasant to sit by.

"Wonder who's sitting here?" She ponders at the seat between us.

"Oh. That will be my hus-  fiance." I correct.

She gasps, and then smiles. "Young love. I feel like such an old woman saying that, but congratulations. What are you all doing in Vegas?" She asks curiously.

"Were getting married." I squel, almost screaming that I'm able to tell somebody about it.

"Married?" She puts a hand over her heart. "That's wonderful. I'm surprised a boy your age would be up for marriage at a time like this!" She says honestly.

"I am too. He's uh, he's special. I got lucky." I nod, blushing.

She swats her hand. "Come on dear, spill, you seem about ready to jump out of your seat. Feel free to speak your mind." She chuckles. It's strange, but comforting.

"Thank you, I can't really hold it back anymore." I laugh. "He's just wonderful ma'am. Smart and witty, and funny and charming. And not to mention his looks." I blush.

"Oh I know. My husband was a looker, that's for sure. Be careful with those ones though." She grimaces almost like reliving a memory but then smiles again.

I nod, "Trust me, I understand. He's a total dick" I blush even more. "I'm sorry, I-"

"Honey. It's fine." She laughs throatily.

I look up, my eyes filled with a joy I was more then welcoming of. I look up, seeing him walking briskly down the aisle.

"Here he comes" I smile, nervously for some reason.

Carrie gets up, and smiles, looking down the aisle, her face falling.

Logan sees me and smiles, stopping a few feet away to smile at the woman, barely sending her a gaze before sliding in next to me and kissing me quickly.

"Logan, this is Carrie."

I see Logan flinch, and force himself to look up. Then he tenses in a way I've never seen him before.

"Mom?"

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A/N: Let's all remember that Logans mom basically disowned him because she thought he forced himself onto that girl even when he didn't. So...