Friends With Benefits

Chapter Eight: Your Mom Knows My Name

Chapter Eight: Your Mom Knows My Name

                          Today was a day off so I stayed in my room and was currently listening to Charli XCX but it was a cool fast paced remix.

                         "Boom clap, the sound of my heart. The beat goes on and on and on and on and on. Boom clap, you make me feel good. C'mon to me. C'mon to me now."

                          Standing up, I began to dance on my bed and did my own version of twerking {cuz I'm genius}.

                          Just then, I saw pebbles hit my window. I almost screamed. I turned down the music before walking toward the window. I opened it up and saw Logan with a handful of stones.

                         "Hey you!" Logan said.

                         "Hi," I said, "What are you doing here?"

                         "I wanted to ask you if you wanted to hang out with me today," Logan asked.

                        "Um, ok. Let me just get ready. Be back in 15 hours," I said in a joking tone.

                          I closed the window and quickly put on a shirt and skirt. I put my hair in a quick ponytail and applied a small amount of makeup before running downstairs.

                         "Where are you going?" Mom asked.

                         "I'm going out with a friend. No reproducing will be happening, I swear," I answered.

                           Mom gave me a nod and I walked out the door to see Logan juggling pebbles.

                          "Cute. Let's hit the road," I replied.

                          "Is it ok if we go to my house?" Logan asked.

                          "And meet your family? Yes. I'm a total people pleaser," I answered.

                          "Cool," Logan said.

                            I climbed in the car with Logan and it took about ten minutes before we arrived at a quaint suburban neighborhood. Logan parked in front of a two story white house.

                          "I like your house. I'm going to nickname it the white house. If you sorta get the joke," I replied.

                         "I get it. There's no way in hell I'd ever be the President," Logan replied.

                         "C'mon...you'd be a cool president. You already look so smart and you have perfect hair," I said.

                         "Perfect qualifications," Logan said sarcastically.

                           I laughed before Logan unlocked the front door and we walked in.

                          I saw a woman with long dark hair like Logan's fixing up the dining table and a little girl with a whole bunch of barbies on the floor.

                        "Hi," I said shyly, waving.

                        "Hello, are you Ana?" the woman asked.

                          I nodded.

                        "I'm Logan's mom," Logan's mom said, "Logan always talks about you."

                         "Um, I do not," Logan said quickly.

                         "Yeah. You do. I heard you singing about her in the shower yesterday," the little girl replied.

                           I looked at Logan with wide eyes and he just nervously laughed.

                         "Are you staying for dinner?" Logan's mom asked.

                         "Yeah," I answered.

                         "I'm taking Ana upstairs before you all embarrass me some more," Logan said, gently dragging me up the steps.

                         "Ugh, too much walking," I groaned.

                         "Haven't you heard by now? I love lazy girls," Logan replied as I followed him to his room.

                         "Then you're gonna fall madly in love with me," I said jokingly.

                           Logan muttered something I couldn't hear so I chose to ignore it and move on.

                           I collapsed on his bed and he collapsed next to me.

                         "If this were a book I was reading, this would be the part where the author would put and then there was awkward silence," I said.

                         "I didn't think this silence was awkward. But if you want, I'll talk now," Logan replied.

                           Just then, I smelled something nice in the air. Almost like... strawberries. The scent got stronger near Logan's head. Till I located the source to be his hair.

                        "What are you doing?" Logan asked, confused.

                        "Smelling your hair. Whatever shampoo you use works. God, I can't stop smelling it," I answered.

                         "Smell away, I guess. Like I don't mind someone smelling my hair,"  Logan said with a hint of sarcasm.

                         "Cool. Thanks," I replied.

                           A couple minutes after smelling his hair some more, I gave him a kiss on the forehead before turning away to stare out at the window.

                         "What was that for?" Logan asked.

                         "I can't give you a kiss on the forehead?" I asked.

                         "No. You can. Just wasn't expecting it was all," Logan answered.

                         "The best kiss is the ones you don't expect. I watch too much romantic movies to not know this," I said.

                         "Oh. Ok then," Logan replied.

                           Logan leaned towards me and gave me a kiss on the lips. It was a bit more passionate than last time and I kissed back. All thoughts and troubles melted away. And for a second, all that mattered was Logan and I.