ON WITH THE STORY.  ILYSM

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"What in the world are you doing here?" I quickly pull the covers up.  I've changed into only a Einstein shirt and some weird panties in the middle of the night so of course I'm embarrassed.  I wriggle around to look at him and frown.  "So?"

"I-Well I was going to leave this for you...I thought you were away." He holds up a small envelope.

"IS THAT GLITTER?" I slap a hand over my mouth to stop from laughing, even if it was a nervous kind of tic.  It's pink.  With glitter piled on top everywhere.

I can swear I see a faint blush crawling up his neck.

"It so is!" I laugh, genuinely this time and then when I see his face, instantly stop.  "So what are you doing leaving me a note in the middle of the night?"

"It's all the necessities that you will need for your bucket list.  I thought I would help kind of indirectly."

"And by crawling through the window...creepy much?" I knew I should've been angrier but I couldn't summon it up. I was a sucker for gifts sine I never really thought I deserved any from myself.

"Hey, I don't really care.  Think of me any way you like, Nutcracker" He gives a smirk.  I sigh at his nickname and reach to grab the small bridge invention that he made, laying it back so it perches on each windowsill.

"Here give me whatever that is and just go straight back with the bridge." I realize that I have gotten out of bed and that Logan is staring at me weirdly so I duck behind my study chair.

"Sure do." He throws the envelope my way and climbs out, leaving the small bridge behind.

"Bring it back with you!"

"You keep it.  I can manage." He smiles, cheekily, clinging onto a branch of the tree next to us and swinging himself into his room gracefully.  I place the bridge carefully back in it's place under the window in case he needs it (what was I thinking?) and snap off my lamp again.  I'm not tempted to read the envelope and so let myself be swallowed back up with the pillows. I was just about to drift off when I hear something hitting my window. 

"What the-" I run over to my window and lift it, just in time for a pebble to hit me squarely in the forehead.  I look down and with a gasp I see that Davie is there.

"What are you doing?!" I whisper yell down at him.  He points to the door, in my moment of shock and the apparent urgency in the situation I run down to open it.  He comes in quietly and we make our way to my room.  I close all the windows and lock my door and turn to face him. 

"What?"

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Logan POV

I was getting ready for bed, finally after delivering the small envelope.  Clara's light was off and I suppose she had drifted back off to sleep.   Taking a book off of my shelf I settled into bed with it.  I suppose I had a particular liking to this book.  Shakespeare's Twelfth Night.  I was halfway through the second page when I heard a loud groan from Clara's room.  She had left the window that was facing my side open and as have I, enabling me to hear all sounds from that room loud and clear.   It was a cold night out and natural air was the best air conditioner.  I pulled on a long grey V neck and went to the window.  The lights weren't on, though the window facing the street outside was open and Clara was nowhere to be seen.  I bang my head on the wall. I had to get her out of my brain, after all there were so many other fish in the sea.

I take my shirt back off and go back to reading but can't seem to process the words so I finally give up, giving a frustrated groan and ruffling my hair as I turn off the lights in my room and flop myself onto my bed.  I stare up at the ceiling and hear a small thump from next door which prompts me to look over.  Clara shutting the window firmly with someone behind her.  He has the body of one of the jocks so I sit up in bed and open the window quietly, quite wary for her safety.  I know Clara never locks her windows so I balance myself on the branch of the tree between our houses and slowly ease the glass open.   I can hear her and whoever she is with talking in quiet voices.  My feet land softly on her carpet and they still haven't noticed me yet as they are both facing the window overlooking the street.  I walk carefully over to the light switch and throw it on. 

Clara gives a stifled scream and the guy jumps.

"Get out of her room." I growl and advance on the guy.  Clara never brings anyone to her room.  I'm pretty sure she was going to make a mistake she'd regret. I wouldn't let that happen.

"Who are you, asshole to talk like that? What are you doing in her room, huh?" The boy gets up and walks closer to me.  He has blond hair and brown eyes.  David. He's on the american football team and soccer team at our school as well as being a teacher's nephew.  Girls adore him and the teachers even more so.

"Not your fucking business, so get out asshole." I push him and he instantly throws a punch back.

We trade punches and wrestle each other to the ground before I feel a warm hand on my chest.  I step back and duck in time as Davie's punch lands in the air.

"Stop." Clara's voice is calm and authoritative and we all stop the fighting.  She looks over us two and sighs.

"Look at you both, Now I'm going to have to do first aid at 2:00am." She heads over to a small kit resting on her desk.  "Boys, go one at a time to the bathroom down the hall, wash your wounds and stuff.  Don't get blood on the sinks though, mom'll kill me." She takes out some antiseptic and a couple of bandages and as I head down the hall, cradling my fist I see her laughing.

I wink at her and I swear I can see her grin back.

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A/N: I'll get onto the list in the next chapter :)