Roommates With The Jock

Chapter 7

(SORRY, LET'S JUST RELIVE THE ONE DIRECTION MEMORIES)

Logan's P.O.V.

Alright, so I am the best friend of Peter and all that, but, why do I feel so happy that she rejected him?

Maybe it's just my hormones, or that kind of sort, I don't know. It's just that, I feel something tingly when I'm near her. 

I'm currently lying in bed right now. And, I don't think that I could get up right now for a glass of water. Maybe Ice Cream? Maybe.

I stood up, and headed to the kitchen, and I saw Lacey sitting on a dining chair, she was swirling the spoon in her cappuccino. (AN: Wrong grammar?)

She looked up to me. She smiled, I waved. This is awkward.

"Hey there. Why are you awake at this time of the night?" I asked her, sitting down, she shrugged. It was practically 11 in the evening.

"I actually don't know, probably just thinking things out?" She said, unsure. I chuckled, she glared at me.

"Why are you thinking about stuff? Is it about what happened earlier?" I asked, she gulped, and placed her cup on the sink, she headed to her door. She was trembling, but before she could even open the door, I grabbed her arm. She looked at me.

"What is it? I want to sleep, Logan." she complains, I nod, and let her go.

"Erm... Look, I'm sorry if I'm acting weird lately. Probably stress or I'm having PMS." I joked, she giggled softly and mumbled a 'Sure you have.'.

"It's really OK. How about we talk in my room? I want to know you better." she invites, I nod, and follow her in her room.

It was cold in there. No wonder why she was wearing thick long-sleeved PJ's.

The wall had a blue and white wall paper, it reminds me of that Norwegian movie I saw ancient times ago, Norway and Santa, or something? I don't know.

"So... Take a seat." she patted on her black bean bag, and I did as she said. She sat on her bed, she took off her bunny slippers. Cute. No! Snap out of it, Logan.

"Thanks." I mutter. She clears her throat.

"Anyways, tell me about your family." She suggests, I nod.

"Well, my Mom and Dad got divorced when I was about 6, 7 or 8, and... I have a younger sister, Maurice. But, we call her Reese. Um, my Dad's the CEO of AA Enterprises, and-" She cuts me off.

"Oh, so our Dads actually have the same job? Any ways, carry on." she says.

"And that's it. There's not much to say, we're just an ordinary family." I shrug it off, so we're not that normal-ish. She nods.

"Ah. So, I'm an only child, Scottish, and... I'm 16. Oh, and I'm a nerd. Practically you're aware of that right?" She asked, I chuckled. This conversation was turning pretty good.

The next morning, I was currently cooking breakfast. I don't know why. Oh yeah!
I forgot, last night, Lacey and I agreed on cooking breakfast alternatively.

And I was the one who had to cook for today, since she cooked for three consecutive days.
And today, I was planning to cook banana pancakes. You know, the pancakes made of banana? OK, so you get it.

I placed it on a floral plastic plate, and I added some to mines.

I placed them on the table, and headed to Lacey's room. I knocked on her door, and waited for an answer.