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Chapter 9 (v.1)

Submitted: September 17, 2010

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Chapter Nine

“I love the Fourth of July,” Luke grinned at the people in the park located in front of the bookstore and the preparations being made, flags being placed in the lighting posts and more theme related stuff being prepared for tonight.

“It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it? Specially the fireworks,” Carol grinned. “What are you kids doing tonight?”

Luke scoffed. “Kids! The horror! You aren’t old enough to call us kids.”

Logan snickered.

Carol rolled her eyes. “Fine, what are you young adults doing tonight?”

“Now that’s better dear Carol,” Luke nodded in approval.

I laughed. “You’re both so crazy.”

“Agreed,” Logan declared when the door opened.

“Carol hey,” a handsome man in his early thirties grinned adoringly at Carol. He was just her type, tall, green eyed, tousled brown hair, tanned skin and well a toned body underneath the button up shirt he wore and to finish it with the prefect combination for Carol an open smile.

“Hey Mark,” she replied shyly. So there was some history here. “How you’ve been?”

“Great and you? I see your dream did come true,” he said, staring around at the bookstore.

Carol nodded, looking down at the floor. So there was some history. “Yeah, and did follow yours?” she asked softly, if I hadn’t known her so good I’d tell she was just shy, but I did know her and there was some sadness there.

The Mark guy bit his lip. “Yeah, we’re actually opening here, that’s why I’m in town actually. I was out for food when I saw this and wondered…” he trailed off.

Carol nodded and I could see her blue eyes were rimmed with tears. “What can I do for you Mark?” she asked, not looking at him.

“How about a date?” he half-smiled. The sort of half-smile that indicates this is some making up for something that happened in their past. Something that left her heartbroken and bleeding.

I really hadn’t noticed Logan and Luke had left being so caught up in trying to decipher their past and looking at Carol’s face. I was a sucker for a good love story.

“A date? It’s been what? Nine years?” she asked, so close to tearing up that I decided to give them some privacy.

I walked up two aisles when I heard him ask. “Yeah, a date. What do you have to lose? Huh, Chameleon?”

I only heard silence from Carol. Chameleon? I waited for her reply.

“Avery, stop eavesdropping,” Logan scolded, half-smiling.

I frowned. “Fine.”

He chuckled. “Um, so, um, my mom is planning this cookout thing and I wondered, and Lorelei and well my mom wondered if you wanted to go?”

I smiled. “Sure.”

“I’ll pick you out at four.”

I grinned. “Okay.”

Truth is I was more nervous than I’d ever admit to both himself and myself.

*

I stood in front of my closet frowning at about just everything in it. I wanted to look beautiful, but not exaggerated, cute but not childish, elegant but relaxed. I wanted something almost impossible and nothing in my closet fit that description, and it was already two forty five.

I groaned and reached for my cell phone.

Ro, I have a cookout with Logan’s parents. What do I wear? Xo Ave.

I chew on my lip, flipping through my clothes once and once again until finally I got a response.

That cute blue tank, Kirra I believe it is and skinny jeans, dark skinny jeans with your blue gladiator sandals and let your hair down. I can’t believe ull meet his parents. Want details. Xo Ro.

I grinned down at the screen and texted back thank you and that I’ll tell her how it went later, of course no detailed description, just an overall.

I was ready an hour later, just fifteen minutes and Logan would be here for me and I had to keep reminding myself not to freak out, it was just his parents. Way not to start freaking out. I paced back and forth downstairs.

“Avery would you cut the pacing out?” Mom demanded, she hadn’t gone to work today and had been lazing around in her pajamas, hair and face done, watching movies all day long. Pretty weird if you ask me.

I sighed.

“You don’t have any reason to freak out, they are nice persons,” she assured.

“Do you even know them?” I muttered, on the snapping side already.

Now it was her turn to sigh. “I vaguely know Mrs. Trainor and she looks like a nice person.”

“Vaguely being the key word,” I muttered.

She rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t that nervous when I met George’s parents.”

“And see where that got you,” I muttered.

She didn’t even look at me, but bit down hard her lip. Man, I was making Mom cry.

“Mom I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry,” I told her and wrapped my arms around her softly. “I know it’s not your fault, or Dad’s fault, or anyone’s fault for that matter.”

“I know baby. I’m sorry,” she murmured.

The doorbell rang then and I let her go. “Wish me luck.”

“Good luck,” she said, with a small smile.

I twisted the knob and Logan grinned at me, wearing just a different shirt. God things would be a hell lot easier if I was a guy. No stressing over clothes or make-up.

“Hello beautiful,” he greeted, kissing me softly.

“As long as you don’t pull out your guitar and start singing to me it’s alright,” I teased.

He chuckled. “I’m not a Jonas Brother Avery. I’m more along the lines of David Beckham.”

I snorted. “Well this has to end now and here. I can’t stand so many tattoos,” I wrinkled my nose in disgust. One, maybe. Two or more than two is a bye.

He laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t get one.”

I nodded. “Good, I was starting to worry.”

He beamed at me. “Let’s go.”

I swear my stomach dropped down to my feet.

*

Logan pulled in a pretty house, it had a huge front lawn, assorted with rose bushes of various colors including red, pink, white and yellow and green grass. The house itself was medium sided, with a pretty soft brown in the outside and big spacious windows.

I tried to control my heart.

“It’s just my parents Avery,” he said taking my hand.

I stared at him. “Precisely.”

He sighed. “Okay, I won’t lie to you. They are having their issues right now, so don’t freak out if there’s some remarks, okay?”

My eyes narrowed and I swallowed.

“They won’t be directed to you, it’s just the way they are right now. You know that phase in marriages where something has gone wrong, or something and fights and remarks start?”

I nodded. I did know that phase, that phase was commonly followed by divorce. I had lived through it. How was that affecting Logan?

“Are you okay?” I asked him, placing my other hand in his cheek.

He smiled at me, but there was a little pain behind it. “Yes, they will get through it. They love each other.”

I smiled and I didn’t tell him otherwise. I had thought the same thing, but then again at thirteen having your parents fight is pretty horrible. “Let’s go.”

He grinned. “Let’s go.”

“Logan,” a girl around nine years old grinned and placed her arms around his waist as soon as he opened the door. She kind of looked like Logan, brown shoulder-length hair and her eyes were s tone clearer than Logan’s.

He chuckled and loosely placed her arms around her too. “Hello to you too sis.”

The girl let him go and stared at me. “Is she your girlfriend?”

Logan grinned and I rocked in my heels nervously. She was already inspecting me and she was the little sister.

“She is my girlfriend. Avery she’s my little sister Dakota,” he introduced.

“Hello, I like your shirt,” I told her.

She looked down at her ocean blue shirt with a book and stuff coming out of it and a quote, “Open up your imagination.” She grinned. “I liked it pretty much too.”

“So you like to read?” I asked her.

“Like you wouldn’t know,” Lorelei smiled at me. “Hi Avery.”

“Hi Lorelei,” I smiled back at her.

“Lor, where’s Mom and Dad?” Logan asked.

Lorelei signaled with her head to a wall, which I guessed had to have a door beyond. I looked around the house, to my right there was some the living room and to my left just a hall that led to a room probably. I could also see the wooden stairs and a bunch of photos in the walls. One captured my attention. Logan stood in his jersey with a man right beside him, and they both grinned at the camera. It made me smile.

Dakota grinned. “Come on, mom hasn’t stopped freaking out about meeting you, “ she said took my hand and led me away. We turned right on the wall and behind it was where the kitchen was located, I was right, there was a door in there that led to their patio.

The space was beautiful, more rose bushes, one of those tables that looked out of a magazine, actually everything in here looked out of a magazine. There was a big oak tree to my right, with a tree house and all and a swing set under it.

When I actually looked at the scene I noticed a lady lounging in a chair and a man by the grill, both of them laughing.

I felt an arm being placed around my waist and turned to smile at Logan.

“She’s Avery?” Mrs. Trainor grinned.

“In the flesh,” I smiled back at her, being able to almost erase the butterflies.

She looked like Lorelei more than she looked like Logan. Her brown hair was done in layers, bringing out her high cheekbones and her green eyes had nothing on them, but still came off as stunning. I could see Mom’s hand on her hair though. “I love your hair,” I told her politely.

She chuckled and touched her hand to her hair. “Tell you mother I’m thankful.”

“I will,” I assured her.

Logan’s dad extended his hand. Now he looked more like Logan, same face structure, and brown eyes, his came off as smaller and well his dad also had an aura to him, an aura of well I didn’t really know how to describe it.

“A pleasure to meet you Avery,” he told me in a clear deep voice.

“My pleasure Mr. Trainor.”

“Call me Jerry, if you don’t mind. Mr. Trainor makes me feel so old.”

“Because you are,” Dakota giggled.

Logan laughed.

“What did you say Dakota? Tell Daddy what you said,” he demanded playfully. “Did you just call Daddy old?”

“I did,” Dakota laughed and started running as Mr. Trainor chased behind her.

I snickered. I remembered Dad chasing me too.

Mrs. Trainor smiled at her running husband and daughter, there was love in those eyes. They’ll get through it.

I turned to look at Logan who looked elated. “I bet I can catch you first than he catches Dakota,” he said, a threat in her voice.

I grinned. “I bet you not,” I told him, poked out my tongue and started to run for my life as I heard laughter echo behind us. I was laughing myself.

I cut him through the tree, out of sight for a few seconds trying to catch my breath as I looked at a tired looking Mr. Trainor still chasing a squealing Dakota.

“Gotcha,” Logan smirks, coming out from a side of the table.

“Not yet, sucker,” I poked out my tongue at him and bolted up as he mock gasped at me.

Somehow he gets to me—after all he has the speed of an excellent soccer player, I’m surprised I’d been able to put up a fight for so long—and tackle me.

His arms are by the side of my head and he’s grinning down at me. “You put up a hell of a fight Cassandra.”

I glared at him. “Don’t provoke me Logan.”

He laughs. “I like how you say provoke,” he winks and his lips touch to mine briefly, after all we are in front of his family.

Still Lorelei called, “Get a room,” and I heard Mrs. Trainor laugh.

“Get off me Logan Trainor or I won’t respond for my actions,” I growled.

He snickered, but got off me. “I want to see you try Avery.”

I glared at him and push him down, before bolting up again where I come to rest with Mrs. Trainor who is still laughing as Mr. Trainor calls out to Dakota. “Okay I give up, I’m an old man.”

Lorelei and I laugh as Logan stays there sitting in the floor, grinning at us with a tired face as I try to catch my breath.

“Let’s get the grill going,” Mr. Trainor calls out to Logan, who nods.

“Okay,” Logan grinned and stood up.

“So we’re the queens today?” I asked to myself.

Mrs. Trainor laughed. “We are. Do you want something to drink Avery?”

“Water, please. I can get it though, don’t worry,” I assured her.

She nodded. “Logan is in the kitchen, anyway.”

I nodded. “Thanks.”

When I got to the kitchen Logan was gulping down water and I looked away shyly. He looked kind of hot.

“What Avery?” he asked, wiping away water with his arm.

“Um, nothing. I’m just thirsty,” I told him nervously.

“I don’t believe you. Tell me or I’ll have to kiss you,” he warned.

I laughed nervously. “I just want water, now are you going to tell me where are the glasses?”

“I’ll serve it myself,” he told me. “Colorful or transparent?”

I laughed. “Does it matter?”

He shrugged. “So colorful it is.”

I watched him amused as he served me water and placed the ice on it, I half expected him to put a little colorful paper umbrella in it too. He handed it.

“Thanks,” I told him and took a big gulp; it was so fresh in my throat.

“They like you,” he told me. “Just as much as I like you.”

I looked at him in my peripheral vision, still gulping down water. I didn’t know how to answer. I liked him a lot too, but well I didn’t know how to express it into so many words.

I set my glass down in the counter and stared out at the patio at his laughing family and placed a hand around his waist. “I like them too.”

He grinned. “I’m glad.”

*

“So I always wondered why did Logan really get the job at the bookstore?” I asked his parents.

Lorelei immediately started laughing. “Oh, this is going to be so good.”

Logan glared at her. “Shut up Lor.”

Dakota giggled.

“Do we tell her Jerry?” Mrs. Trainor asked her husband.

Logan groaned and I swear I saw a small blush.

“We told him to get a serious job; serious consisted of having established hours and count with walls. It could’ve had been a sports store for all we were concerned, so when he got here and told us he had gotten a work in a bookstore, we were kind of surprised. Of course my dearly wife started to meddle and got out of the boy it was because of a girl and here you are,” Mr. Trainor grinned at me.

I blushed.

We had finished eating the delicious BBQ ribs Mr. Logan had made and were chilling out and having some fun, mostly by making fun of Logan. It was starting to get dark and I had a feeling fireworks would start soon enough.

That was actually one of the things I liked the most about the Fourth of July, the fireworks. Big explosions of color in the sky.

“I thought it was pretty dorky,” Lorelei added.

“Shut up, I thought it was sweet, don’t you think that Avery?” Dakota asked, cocking her head at me.

She reminded me so much of myself at nine that I found myself grinning at her.

“It was pretty sweet. Dorky sweet, I’d call it.”

Logan scoffed. “I’m not dorky.”

I laughed. “Of course you’re not.”

Lorelei snorted and Mrs. Trainor laughed.

I liked them so much; I could be myself and act like it was just Logan and I. I liked that feeling, it was so rare.

“When are the fireworks starting?” Dakota demanded looking impatiently up at the sky.

“When they have to,” Lorelei told her. “Mom, may I go out with some friends?” she asked.

“No,” Mrs. Trainor told her.

“Why not, let the girl go and have some fun,” Mr. Trainor told her, taking a sip of his beer.

Mrs. Trainor sighed. “Fine do whatever you want and step over my authority,” she half-snapped and stood up, going back to the house.

Logan and Dakota cringed, while Lorelei just stared after her mom.

“I’ll stay,” she murmured.

“No, you go and have fun. I’ll talk it out with your mother,” he assured her and stood up too, following Mrs. Trainor.

Curiously enough, we all sighed.

“If things get ugly, call me, okay? And have fun as for you kid, I’m sure you’ll see the fireworks much better in your room,” Lorelei said.

Dakota seemed to consider this for a second or two. “You are right and have fun with your friends,” she grinned and hopped back into the house.

I laughed. “She is so like me at nine,” I said unthinkingly.

“Thanks Lor,” Logan told his sister and I frowned. Was he thanking her for giving us some alone time or something like that?

“Anytime Logan. Avery it was nice to see you,” she grinned.

“It was nice to see you too,” I told her back silently.

She nodded and retreated into the safety of the house. I remained silent, looking out at the patio; now lightened it had another atmosphere to it, before it had looked like a place to play hide and seek, now it looked like a much more tranquil place. A place for faeries to come out of the bushes and magic waiting to happen.

“What are you thinking?” Logan murmured, tracing soft circles in my arm.

“About how beautiful this is,” I told him.

He chuckled, but not the usual amused sound one much more low and seductive. “You are.”

I blushed. “Now, that’s cheesy.”

He snickered. “It was, wasn’t it?”

I nodded, accompanied with a little laugh. “Yeah, but thanks.”

He kissed my temple. “Anytime, beside I’m just stating the truth.”

I shoved him playfully. “Lorelei is right, you are dorky.”

He laughed, his arm around my waist pushing me closer. “You know you love it Avery.”

Who was I kidding? I did. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

In the faint light, I saw him roll his eyes. “Who would have thought that you of all persons would be teasing me Logan Trainor someday?”

Who would have thought that me Avery Watson would have ever been cuddling next to Logan Trainor, that I all of people would make him laugh and talk and that his lips have kissed mine. I’ll tell you who. No one ever would have thought of that possible. If you had told me we would be here four weeks ago, I would have laughed and rolled my eyes muttering ‘When hell freezes over’. But here we were.

“And yet here we are,” I whispered.

“Here we are,” Logan repeated, his hand caressing my cheek. I looked up to meet his eyes.

Suddenly there was an explosion in the sky, and I barely saw a hint of red as his lips crashed mine.


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