What is love? (A Logan Lerman story)

Chapter 8

It's Friday, which means only one thing, and one thing only - it's the Panic! At The Disco concert and Logan sleeps at mine tonight! I am actually buzzing!

It's 4:00pm, so I have an hour to get sorted. I'll be wearing a black t-shirt, which says Panic! At The Disco on it and my black skinny jeans, with my white converse.
I put my long, chestnut hair into a messy bun. I go into the bathroom and brush my teeth and refresh my face by splashing my face with ice, cold water. Then, I carefully apply my makeup.

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I get on the bus, which is packed with people, especially kids, younger than me. I spot a seat near the back that hasn't been taken and I go and sit on it. I pop my headphones in my ears and just ignore everything that is going on around me - apart from the fact I have to keep an eye out for my stop, because I can't afford to miss it, saying as it is now 4:53pm.

I notice Starbucks, so I quickly press the bell and wait for the bus to stop at the nearest stop, in town, near Starbucks.
I get off the bus and realise I have to cross a busy road - I hate roads! Especially the ones in town, because they're twice as busy. So, I decide to walk to the traffic lights, which aren't that far away. I press the button, and then wait for the green man, who doesn't take very long, then I cross the road and arrive outside of Starbucks.

My heart starts to pound now. I don't know if it's excitement or nervousness. I don't know why it would be nervousness, though? I mean yes, I like Logan, but I didn't know I liked him this much that my heart is trying to break out of my chest!

I spot him inside, drinking a coffee, with his phone in his hand. I take a deep breath and walk in. He spots me and smiles. Oh my GOD! Is all I can think. He is fucking gorgeous! He stands up to pull my chair out, but he stops, suddenly as he stands up. I observe him carefully and closely. He is wearing a black leather jacket, with a white shirt underneath, along with blue jeans and Adidas trainers. But, what really catches my attention is his eyes. They are bluer than the sea. They sparkle so brightly, like a star in the midnight sky, which is so beautiful that you could stare at it for hours on end. And that is how I felt about his eyes. And his hair was ruffled, messily. Not in a bad, scruffy way, but in a cute, good-looking way.

"Hey," he says coming towards me, with his arms out, giving me a hug, " You look nice! Loving the T-shirt."
I laugh and blush. I laughed because he liked my T-shirt and I blushed because he hugged me.
"Thanks," I reply, "You look nice too!"
We stare at each other for a couple of seconds, which felt like minutes, smiling at each other, then he finally gestures his hand towards my chair and pulls it out for me to sit on.
"Thank you!" I say politely, thinking how much of a gentleman he is.

"So," he begins, "The concert starts at seven and finishes at eleven?"
"Yep." I reply.
"So, we leave here at about six thirty?"
"Sure."

Let's just say it was extremely awkward! Until, he asked what I wanted to drink.
"What would you like to drink, and I'll go and buy it."
"Oh no," I say, quickly. "I'll buy my own drink. But, you can go up and get them."
He laughs. He is so cute when he laughs.
"Okay, what is the lady having?"
I giggle, a bit too girly, which makes me cringe.
"I'll have a frappucino please." I say smiling.
"I'll have the same." He says, happily.
I give him the money, then he goes up to the till and buys two frappucino's.

When he comes and sits back down, he smiles at me.
"So, tonight then, what will we be up to?"
I stare at him, at his deep, blue eyes. They could hypnotise you. I mean, I wouldn't mind being hypnotised by them sexy eyes.

Any who, I answer his question. "Well," I begin, "We will be watching movies."
"Ooooh! I'm intrigued. What sort of movies?"
"Horror."
"Horror? I love horror. Which horror movies?"
"Well, I have 'Cabin in the woods'; all the 'Paranormal Activities'; 'Chucky' and 'IT'."
"Sounds like some scary pieces of shit! Will I shit myself at these movies, by any chance, Jenny?"
I give him a flirtatious look and lift my left eyebrow up as if to say are you flirting with me?
"Maybes. It just depends how you cope with horrors."
"How do you cope with horrors?" He asks, cheekily.
I sigh heavily. "Not too good to be honest, but I thought it would be some fun."
"Well, I will be looking forward to it! What else?"
I think about it, then say, "My mum said we could order pizzas for our tea, oh and also, we'll be in my room all night, because I have a TV in my room and a couch because my mum wants to watch stuff on the TV in the living room."
"In your room? Sounds nice! Where will I be sleeping?" He smiles, mischievously.
"Well, you'll be sleeping in my bed and I wil-"
"Woah! Okay, your bed. You know, you didn't even ask me if I wanted to sleep with you."