Trusting Logan

hi (: sorry it took me FOREVER but harry potter was coming out and I was too happy to write so I ended up reading all the books over again actually I only am halfway done with the third book but I was simultaneously reading the girl who played with fire and the evermore series.

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The music was blasting, people were dancing and laughing, and Logan was no where to be found. For a guy who is usually the life of the party, he disappears a lot. I ran through the entire house, and therefore, I bumped into and talked to a million people who I don't know that referred to me as "hey girl", or "Josh's sister". Neither of those nicknames made me feel better about myself but what is a girl suppose to do?

"Ahhh." I hear an annoying shrill come from a girl I bumped into.

"Oh I am so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you." I say feeling horrible for making her spill her juice.

"Yeah well next time when your walking, watch where you're going." she says, walking away with her friend mumbling something about me being a loser to her friend. And they wonder why I don’t enjoy parties? I mean for goodness sakes she comes to MY house, spills cranberry juice on MY carpet and then calls ME a loser. What the fudge-cracker jacks is wrong with people?

I walk into the kitchen to try to find my brother and see him playing beer pong.

"Hi Joshie." I say to him.

"Hey. What's up?"He says with a semi-goofy smile.

"Nothing. Have you seen Logan?"

"Nope. I haven't seen him in an hour, last I saw he was with some girl."Josh say clearly not caring that his little sister's boyfriend was with another girl. I know most girls would be worried at this point, but I am not. I guess I trust Logan enough not to cheat on me at a party at my house.

I walk upstairs deciding I could careless, when I see the lights on in my room. I walk into it to find Logan sitting on the bed and a girl under the covers. Well that’s not promising.

"Hey." I say.

"Hey. Enjoying the party?"

"Nah. My boyfriend throws a party with my brother that is supposed to be EPIC and then disappears."

"Sorry, but I was taking care of this little Missy." He says pointing to the girl in my bed.

"Aww…How sweet. NOT. Who is she and why is she in my bed?"

"Relax its Emily."He says rolling his eyes at me. Leave it to Josh not to know it is Emily.

"Oh." I say getting up to look at a Emily who is clearly sick. Her face looks all pale and sweaty. "Should we do something for her?"

"Not much we can do. She has to sleep it off so all we can do is make sure she doesn't pass out in her sleep."

"Oh okay. I can watch her, you go."

"No, what are you going to do?"

"Stay here. I don’t like parties and you love them, so go have fun. Plus if I am up here nobody will miss me, but an entire group of half drunk idiots will be missing you."

"I would miss you." He says rubbing my knee.

"Oh stop. You would not. You would be having to much fun."

"Do you really think that? What am I suppose to do with myself when all those people are dancing and having fun? Do you expect me to dance with some random girl who is expecting an easy lay at the end of the night?"

"Nooooo. I don't know. Just go have fun and try to not be a man-whore. I am sure you have at least been to one party where you didn’t get in bed with a random girl. "

"I can have fun with you." Logan says . In response to his statement I give him a lazy smile and a roll of my eyes. He smiles hugely and lifts me on top of him so that I am straddling him.

"Mmmm." I moan in response to him nibbling the sensitive spot under my ear.

"Guys...just cause I am semi-sick…it doesn't mean my senses have all failed on me." Emily says after a while. I jump of Logan in shock but he only laughs.

"Oh sorry," I say with my cheeks burning red. Logan just runs his thumb over my heated skin smiling.

"Yeah sure. Guys, my head hurts and so does my stomach." Emily complains.

"Do you want me to start a hot bath for you?"I say.

"Ummm…can you pwease? I am so sorry."

"Don’t fret Em. I am here for you babe." I say whilst making my way to the bathroom to turn on the hot water to fill the tub with. I, with the help of Logan, get Emily to the bathroom for a hot bath and then leave her to soak. When I come back out of the bathroom I see Logan sitting on the bed, cell phone in hand, cursing.

"What's wrong?" I ask as I go to sit on my bed next to Logan.

"Nothing." He says shutting his phone off and chucking it onto my desk chair across the room.

"Really? So you angrily threw your phone for no reason what so ever." I say rolling my eyes at him.

"Crossie, Why do you always have to be so mean to me?" He says with his puppy dog face.

"Why do you always have to be….Cute?"

"So you agree I am cute."

"No you're not." I say with a hint of sarcasm.

"Sarcasm is not pretty."

"And neither is your face." I say making myself laugh.

"Hahaha…. NOT." He say.

"Your weird." I say looking at him seriously.

"Your weird." Logan says.

"NO I’M NOT."

"YES YOU ARE."

"Fine. Be a butt." I say turning around and crossing my arms.

"Really? Seriously?" He says from behind me. The way his voice sounds I can tell he is smiling.

"No. Who was on the phone?" I say turning around so I am facing him again.

"Nobody, honestly."

"Then why were you so mad? "

"Because I wanted to be."

"Yeah okay." I say opening his arms up so I can sit on his lap and have him wrap his arms around me.

"Fine. If you must know it was the whore my father intends on marrying." I turn around in his arms so we are facing each other.

"First. Don't call her a whore." Logan makes a face, which makes me roll my eyes at him. " Second. What did she say?" I ask, trying not sound guilty for talking to her.

"Nothing really. Just come to the wedding…blah…blah…blah."

"Oh. What did you say?" I say, trying to remain calm.

"I don't want to tell you." He says making an uncomfortable face.

"Why is that?" I ask cautiously.

"Because then you'll make me feel like a dick for being mean."

"You were mean?" I ask trying to not sound like I am accusing him.

"Well, I wasn't going to be her best friend."

"Logan, just cause you don't like her doesn't mean you have to be a total butt to her. If you knew you were going to say something mean you shouldn't have answered the phone."

"She deserved it." He says angrily, so he is practically yelling at me. I have to say angry Logan is very hot. His eyes become dark and sinister. Very sexy indeed.

"Yeah so? I deserve a lot of crap for cheating on Adam but would you want him calling me names?" I say trying to not focus on the fact that I am sitting on top of my very angry sexy boyfriend.

"No that’s different." He says.

"How? She fell in love with your dad. It is not a crime."

"He was married." He says tightening his grip around me in anger.

"Have you ever thought maybe your dad may not have been happy? I know that sounds crazy and mean, but think about it. You don't know anything about your parents relationship. Your mom must have forgiven him for a reason."

"Can we not talk about this anymore? I don’t want to say anything I will regret."

"Yeah okay. But if we were talking about this, which we are not, I would tell you there are two sides to every story."

"Yeah, whatever." He says thoroughly ending that conversation. The room suddenly seems dark and cold, a clear result of Logan's anger and hatred.

"You know you look very sexy when your angry." I say, wrapping my legs around him tightly hoping to somehow lighten the mood. He responds with a growl as his lips kiss my neck. I tangle my fingers into his hair and pull his lips to me again. His hands effortlessly slip my shirt and then my bra off so I am left topless with him on top of me. The man works fast. The fluidity of his movements make me nervous rather than comfortable because they remind me of just how experienced Logan is. I know me and Logan have had our fair share of crazy, heated up moments that always seem like we are going to go all the way but I think this time it is different because now I don't have guilt or anything else stopping me. I am his girlfriend, I love him, my brother knows, basically everything is perfect. We might actually go ALL THE WAY and that freaks me out because even though I love Logan and trust him, this is a HUGE deal. I mean Logan has been around, like in everyone's pants. Why couldn't I just date a clean child? I mean it would have made this a lot more comfortable. Even though I know Logan has had way to many sexual encounters, he is after all a man-whore, I guess I just didn't see it as a problem until this moment. Okay I saw it as a problem but not a problem of this magnitude until now. So when Logan's hands start to play at my bottoms I jump up cutting the kiss short.

"Ambs?" Logan says breathlessly sexy voice. How he manages to sound hot even when he is struggling for enough air is beyond me.

"I-I should g-go make sure um… Emily-Em is okay." I say almost as equally breathless but my voice sounding hoarse and timid. After mumbling that sentence, if you could even call it that, I grab my shirt and walk to the bathroom before he can get a chance to say anything to me or call me.

I walk into the bathroom and see Emily chilling in a bubble bath. She is has a goofy smile on her face like she is having a good dream.

"Em? You alive?" I ask.

"Yeah." She manages to say after a couple of seconds.

"How are you feeling?"

"B-better. Sorry for making you take care of me. I should…I should really know better."

"It's fine. What are friends for if not for making sure you are safe when your in a drunken stupor."

"T-true. Ambs? You don’t think I am bad person, do you?" Emily asks on the verge of tears. What a drunken cliché she is.

"No, you’re a fantastic person."

"You swear?"

"Yeah I promise."

"You are such a great friend and I love you so much and I am sorry. I should be better for you."

"Ssh. Emily relax. Your great. I am great. We are great. Relax. I can't believe you are getting all sentimental on me now."

"Ambs, I made an mistake." She says hiccupping.

"What did you…" I begin to ask but then Logan opens the door saying, "Ambs everything okay in here. Emily is fine, right?"

"Oh yeah, we where just talking," I say. Logan gives me a meaningful look that can only mean we need to talk, but I pretend to ignore him and just focus on helping Emily. I get her out of the shower and make sure she is completely dressed. When she finally was completely okay and I can no longer postpone my trip to the room and a possible run-in with Logan , I bring Em into my room and put her to sleep on one side. After, completing this task which was much harder because Emily kept squeezing my arm and apologizing, I change into a pair of shorts and a tank top. When Emily sobers up I have to remember to ask her what she was going on about the entire night. She is not usually a cry-me-a-river type of girl. She and me both have some serious issues with crying in front of people. I mean I know I cry a lot but personally I blame Logan Clifton.

I walk back to my room from my closet and lay on my bed, wide awake. I don't know how long I sat there, just thinking about everything. My head felt like a big circus tent filled with a million people laughing and talking, some to me, others at me, and whenever I tried to quiet it down some circus freak would come in and start more chaos causing a horrendous cycle that had no end. I just laid and thought of my parents and what I wished our relationship was like, my art, Rebecca and her cryptic box, Logan and his ability to make me feel anything and everything, and his dad's wedding that I somehow got dragged into. How could one person deal with some many different things all at one time and still be forced to seem happy and carefree. I never understood why Rebecca left, but maybe she just was tired of all this, of me. I was probably one of the main reasons she stayed as long as she did. What if I open her box and all I find is a letter from her, bashing me for ruining her life or some twisted family secret that I failed to know. I mean I know my parents aren't perfect but what if they are worse than I had thought. It can't be too bad, I mean Josh seems fine and he would know if something was up.

"Ambs, you up?" Logan says while I am in deep thought. I debate for a moment if I should just pretend to fall asleep, but I suck at acting and I am sure he will see right through me. He may not question why I pretended but I feel kind of bad cause I am a crappy girlfriend to him. He deserves to be with someone as amazing as him, who is happy and peppy, but I am not nice enough to set him free.

"Yeah. What's up?" I say to him with what I hope looks like a smile. Emily mumbles something in her sleep and rolls around, so I get out of bed and pull Logan with me to his room.

"I just wanted to make sure your okay." He says sweetly with his blue eyes smoldering me.

"I am great. Now." I say wrapping my arms around his neck and pushing him onto the bed, which makes him groan. "Oh sorry. Did I hurt you? In my head that was a lot less painful." I say blushing slightly as I try to get off of him, but he wraps his arms tightly around my waist holding me too him.

"It's okay. I do like my women in charge."

"Women?" I say in a mock angry tone.

"Well lets be honest I am too much man for any one girl to handle."

"Somehow I doubt that."

"Oh do you now?"

"Yes I do, but I know me saying that has no affect on you, so whatever."

"You do affect me."

"Yeah I help make that head of yours bigger." I say ending that conversation. "Aren't you going down?" I ask after a while.

"No, I'd much rather have a party with you." He says kissing me from my jaw line to my neck. I gulp, which results in him laughing into my neck. "Am I making you nervous?"

"Always." I say almost inaudibly.

"Good to know." He says into my neck. Even though I can't see his face, I can tell he has a smirk on his lips. "You know you don't have to sleep with me right?"

"That was random." I say after awhile.

"I am just saying. I know this is a big deal for you. I heard you, so you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do with me."

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just… I don't know. It just is." I say, sure he thinks I am crazy.

"Okay." Is all he says to me, like I am not crazy and my round-about sentence made complete sense.

"Logan?"

"Princess."

"I talked to your dad's fiancée." I say regretting it right away when he lets go off me, so I am laying on the bed and he is standing far away from me.

"YOU WHAT?" He yells and then takes a deep breath. "Why? Did I ask you to get involved? If I wanted your advice I would have came to you myself. I mean I don't sit there and call Rebecca for you, do I? I don't ask her why she left for you. I let you figure it out yourself however the hell you want to." When he says that I stare at him my eyes tearing up. "Ambs…Princess, I didn't mean that. I was just angry."

"No don’t talk to me. I didn’t go and call her. She called me, asking me to talk to you because she thought I could help, but I guess I forgot that you are just stubborn whore." I say storming out of the room only briefly registering the hurt look on Logan's face.

"Ambs that is a low blow and you know it." Logan says pulling me by the arm back to him as I attempt to run to my room.

"Maybe I don't." I say stubbornly knowing full well I am going to regret my words. When he loosens his grip a little I run into his room and lock it. I know I was suppose to run to my room, but let's face it, Emily would have woken up with all the noise Logan Clifton was making.

"I'm sorry. " He says through the door.

"You should be. I hate you Logan Clifton." Refusing to apologize to him.

"Princess, you can hate me all you want, but I still love you. Look I don't want to fight with you over stupid crap like this. Please open the door. I am really sorry about bringing Becca into this. It wasn't nice, I was just angry. " He says in a monologue like manner. When I don't respond he says, "I love you and I am sorry."

"You said that already."

"Please Ambi Bambi." He says sweetly. He doesn't deserve me to open the door but then again I did kind of but into all his family crap. Even if his father's fiancée was the one to call me, I should have said no because he did ask me not to get involved a while back. Him saying that stuff about Rebecca however does not deserve my sympathy, but he was mad.

"FINE." I say opening the door. He smiles at me lifting my chin so I am looking into his eyes and even if I hate him at this moment, even I can't deny the look on that face. "SORRY. Happy?" I say grumpily.

"Always so stubborn and grumpy." He says, running his fingers over my forehead in attempt to smooth my furrowing eyebrows.

"Takes one to know one." I say sticking my tongue out at him like a five year old. "I did NOT call her. " I say as an after thought.

"I am sure you didn't."

"Apparently not." I say under my breathe.

"I thought we were not going to fight over stupid crap."

"I thought you said you liked anger because it showed passion." I counter even if maybe he was right about me being stubborn.

"True if your this feisty out of bed, I can only imagine what your like in bed." He says with a boyish grin. I wrinkle my nose at him.

"You my dear boyfriend need to get your head out of the gutter."

"And you my dear girlfriend need to stop being such a turn on."

"I can't control something like that. It's not my fault that your mind keeps letting your imagination run wild."

"True." He says with a smirk.

"Sorry I called you a stubborn whore."

"It's okay. I deserved it." I shake my head in agreement. " Oh puh-lease. You act like you are princess perfect."

"I am. Ask around." I say with a grin.

"Oh really?" He says with mischievous smile as his hands begin to tickle me. I run into his room and try to hide.

"Logan. No please not the tickle monster!!!" I say as he attacks me with tickles.

"I am afraid you left me no choice." He says when I thrash under him.

"Please…please stop. I will do anything, but the tickling must end."

"Anything?"

"Yes."

"Okay I want a kiss." He says stopping so he is just pressed against me.

"You are so predictable." I say but give him a kiss on the neck. "NOW GET OFF ME!!!!!!!!" I scream into his ear.

"No I don't think I want to."

"Really? REALLY?" I ask him. He laughs, but gets off me and carries me to my bed.

"Now, you princess be good and sleep, while I go down and make sure everything is fine downstairs."

"Okay but Peachey eventually we are going to talk about this wedding thing you know that, right?" I say before he leaves.

"Yeah, but not today…Ambs eventually you are going to have to let the Rebecca thing go, you know that, right?" So, I may not have told him about the box but do you blame me? I haven't read the note so I am not sure what it says.

"Yeah, it just feels like maybe she wanted me to know the truth about why she left." I say.

"I know." He says and gives me a kiss on the forehead.

"Hey. Did you ever let it slip to Veronica that we where going out or that you like me?"

"No. Why?" He says.

"Oh no reason. She just said something to me and so I was just curious." He gives me a questioning look. "She said you looked at me and she could tell you liked me or something cheesy like that."

"Well she may not be a complete idiot." He says grudgingly.

"I told you so." I say with a smile.

"What else did she say?" He asks cautiously.

"Nothing." I say with a smile.

"You like her." It wasn't a question but a statement. For a moment I thought he might get mad but he seemed to okay with it, maybe he was trying not to fight over crap like this.

" No…I-I…" I begin to protest because even if he isn't mad at me, I still feel like I betrayed him or something.

"It's okay. I knew when I started dating you, you are too sweet to hate anyone." He says in a way that should make me feel insulted, but somehow he makes it sound like that is why he likes me.

"She is nice. You just need to give her a chance. She said some things that I think would surprise you about your dad and you."

"Yeah. I am sure she did." He says a bit sarcastically, but I decide not to mention his tone is mean.

"She did. If y-you would like...I-I mean if you want ... I can come with you to meet her." I say not sure if he will take it the wrong way.

"You would do that?" He seemed surprised.

"For you." I say and he leans in kissing me on the lips, a sweet, simple kiss that makes my heartbeat a million times faster.

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