I told Logan when dinner was ready he was just laying there staring at the ceiling as he lay on his bed with his hands folded behind his head. Crap what do I do!? My hands were shaking terribly as I fiddled with my thumbs to try to occupy myself and hide the fact that I was anxious. He hasn't gotten up since I went to the store, he usually was always doing something. "Logan...c-come on. You need to eat something already." I told him, walking further into his bedroom, he didn't make an effort to move, he didn't even look at me, he didn't speak either, the least I expected was for him to rolled his eyes then throw me out, if not adding a snide comment. I sighed and sat down on the edge of his bed, "Logan. Come on. Dinner is ready. I made some pie for you..." I tried to cheer him up, but it miserably failed. I looked at him, sadness crossing my eyes. Why am I sad for him? He yells at you every night! Well I did break his heart, for some reason it breaks my heart to see him down even when he yells at me all the time. It's like bringing up your mom dying a few weeks ago. I stared at him for a few moments and wondered what I could do. He's been more upset now than he was before I left. "Logan ple-" He cut me off with a calm voice, but it was depressed,
"Just leave me alone will you?" He asked. I studied his face for a few minutes then shook my head,
"Logan, I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry that I brought up your uncle. I was only curious about your tattoos because I never knew that you had them. Please come eat." He flipped over onto his stomach so that his face was buried into his pillow and so I couldn't see him. I hesitated for a moment before laying down beside him. He noticed this and turned his head to look at me, with confused eyes he questioned,
"What do you want?" His voice was tense.
"I want to know what I can do to help. I really am sorry." I told him honestly. His breath blew across my face. Mint. He thought for a minute, searching my eyes as I was doing the same. What was he thinking!?
"Can I ask you something?" He asked surprisingly calm, it kind of scared me. I was scared that I had really hit him hard, he seemed pretty depressed.
"Yeah." I nodded with a calm voice, almost matching his. His messy hair brushing across his forehead as he tried to figure out how he'd ask me,
"Do you?" He asked smoothly.
"Do I what, Logan?" I studied his blue eyes, they were still cold, but they were also as nervous and wondering as his voice,
"Do you........actually like me?" His question took me back. What kind of question was that?
"You are the one that told me that I liked yo-"
"Yeah, because you acted like you were really jealous of Alex being with me. So do you?" I thought with a sigh,
"No. The only reason that I acted jealous if I did was because I am usually the only girl around you, and even if it is all hatred, you pay attention to me. So yeah, I guess I was jealous." He listened to my words; processing them as they came out. I didn't even know what I said, it just came out, but that was how I truely felt in my heart, he watched me as I sat there, thinking over what I said. Why did I say that? Not that it hurt, but why? Was he seriously asking me about something that he 'pointed out' a few days ago rather than talking to me about his uncle?
"Well, I was just wondering so don't think that I like you, to where you start acting all weird around me," he said annoyed. I smiled at that,
"Of course. Dinner is ready." I reminded him; standing up, before I walked out, I looked back at him and said, "I hate you." I said as I opened the door. H rolled his eyes and called after me,
"There is a thin line between love and hate," he told me calmly. I scowled and shut the door behind me, harder than I intended. I leaned against the door and took a deep breath before pushing off and heading to the kitchen.
I set the table and cleaned the pans that we didn't need in advance; waiting for Logan to come out.
Logan had finally come out wearing a black T-shirt and low hung light blue jeans, which were torn at the knees and parts of his thighs. He actually didn't look bad enough for me to want to kill, and that was saying a lot. He sat down at his normal spot and began eating in silence. "Um...Our parents wanted us to....come down for the weekend." I casually brought up as best as I could, I knew he hated going down there, but I couldn't tell our parents no. His head raised; meeting my eyes at once.
"What? Why?" He asked. I shrugged,
"Because it's been awhile since they've seen us?" I guessed.
He rolled his eyes and made a face, "Come on..." He groaned.
I chuckled, "Don't you want to be babied by my parents?" I teased. It's true, my parents loved Logan. Probably more than any other guy....Do they know how he is? Apparently not.
He sent me a death glare, "Don't even start," he growled. I chuckled again,
"Come on, you know that they favor you....what is it about you that won them over? Your charming looks? Nah. You're sweetness to their daughter? No that can't be it."
He interjected, "I'd stop." His voice filled with warning.
"Is it....your honesty? Can't be. Your lies, your rudeness, your abusive actions that they don-"
"Abusive!? Are you kidding me!? I have never hit you! Nor ever hurt you! Have I made you cry!?" He shouted darkly. I might've taken it too far....
"Okay, Logan...I was kidding." I tried to calm him down.
"No. Why am I abusive? Have I hit you?" He asked as he stood in front of me. I shook my head in answer. "Do I lack that much respect towards women?" I shook my head again, but kept my ground,
"No, you have never hit me....but you can't tell me that you've never thought about it. I'm always scared that you'll go just a little too far." I told him honestly and slumped down.
"I have never hit a girl. I don't intend on starting either," he said quietly and walked away. What the heck was that? Why does he care so much when I mention abuse to him? I'd have to ask him later, or maybe not.
