I jumped off of my bed and dashed to the closet. I opened it to reveal a burst of colour. I liked wearing black, because it shower off my curves, but the LA heat was way too intense. So I usually wore bright colours. I looked through my shirts and pants then finally found a nice looking white crop top with some high waisted jeans.

I decided to curl my chocolate locks and sling them over the side of my shoulder. Then I charge into the bathroom connected to my room and searched through the cupboards. I finally found the large, grey makeup bag that was filled to the brim with British brands. N°7, Revolution, Rimmel London, Maybelline, benefit, The Body Shop, MAC, Clarins, Bobbi Brown, ESTĒE LAUDER, Clinique and Loréal Paris. I brought them from back home. I did winged eyeliner, silver and gold eyeshadow, mascara, concealer (on a few pimples) and some bright pink lip gloss to make my lips pop.
"Everything's in check?" I thought to myself, titling my head a little to get a better angle of my face. "Yep!" I was ready. I wouldn't call it a date. Just a... friendly meet up? I don't know. I walked out of my bathroom and into my bedroom where I looked at myself in the long length mirror. I thought everything was fine until I remembered shoes.
"Crap!" I thought, scrambling back into the closet. I pulled out a few shoe boxes from some shelves. I decided on some white converse.

I slipped them onto my feet and made my way back upstairs.
I looked out onto the balcony through the door and the sun was slowly setting. It was beautiful. If only in was able to see it CAUSE OF THIS DAMN BUILDING! I went to my front door and saw a letter on the floor.
"Was this in my bag?" I though, picking it up. It was in an opened envelope, clearly showing that it had been either opened or the person who delivered it wrote it. I pulled out the piece of paper inside that smelled strongly of men's cologne. I liked it. It read;
Hey Beth!
Logan here. I just wanted to tell you not to come over before 7:45 pm. I need to clean and I need time. So just come over between 7:50 and 8:15. Thanks.
Logan <3
I couldn't hold it in any longer. I had been holding it it from the moment I opened the envelope. I screamed, fangirling so hard. I was going to cry.
"No! Be strong. Breath in... Breath out." I said to myself. I calmed down and placed the letter on the kitchen counter. I checked my phone and it was only 7:30 so I decided to watch tv. I flopped onto a cushiony love-sack and turned on the 50-inch flatscreen. I flicked through the channels and finally decided on some random show I had never seen before. I shuffled into a comfortable position and watched the show. It was funny and I lost track of time. Before I knew it, it was 8 o'clock. I checked my phone.
"Shit!" I cried, shoving my phone in my pocket and turning off the tv. I turned off all the lights and ran out of the door. Thank the Lord Logan lived next door. I calmed down, wiped a speck of dust off of my jeans and knocked on the door. While waiting for a response, I could hear Logan rushing about and clanging.
"Fuck!" I heard Logan yell. It was muffled, yes, but still hear-able. It sounded like he stumbled over to the door, took a deep breath and opened it.
"Hi Beth!" Logan called, putting his arm around me and pulling me into the apartment. I took in his scent, every second being the new best second of my life. He slammed the door shut and came up to me. He motioned to two love-sacks under the tv. I jumped onto one. It was softer than mine. Fluffier too. Logan skipped into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
"You want something to eat? We have some Oreos." he chuckled.
"Oreos!" I yelled, jumping up and doing the splits.
"I can do that." Logan scoffed.
"Prove it." I retorted, smiling gleefully. Logan jumped down into full-on splits.
"You can do that..." I said, putting emphasis on the can.
"Told you." he replied, bouncing back up again. He opened a cupboard and grabbed at least 6 packets of double-decker Oreos. I dragged the two love-sacks from under the tv and Logan went to grab some blankets. We were having a movie marathon chill-out I guess. I made sure to put the love-sacks as close together as possible (cause you never know what might happen!😉) and then I fluffed them out. Logan came from downstairs carrying cushions and pillows.
"You mind getting the blankets?" he gasped, throwing down at least 50 cushions.
"Not at all." I replied, heading downstairs. I skipped down the short, narrow hall to Logan's room. Maverick, as usual, was out and sat in his cage door. Little did I know, Logan had followed me downstairs. I walked into his room with ease and grabbed 5 thick, fluffy blankets.
"Wow..." I hear him mutter. He startled me at first, but then I recognised who said it.
"You scared me." I laughed, holding my hand to my chest.
"No, you're the one who's scaring me." Logan said, with a confused look on his face.
"What do you mean?" I asked, looking around for anything wrong.
"Haven't you noticed?" he said, approaching me.
"What? Is something wrong with the way I'm dressed?" I dropped the blankets to look at my outfit. Everything was fine.
"Are you burning up?" he asked, now grinning his cheeky grin.
"No, why?" I said, catching on.
"Cause you're hot." We were inches apart, Logan looked down at me. I looked up at him. He lowered his head and locked his lips with mine. I can say that I kissed back. His tongue liked my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I allowed it and then the fun began...
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Hi guys. For those of you who are wondering, I just add random pictures of Logan or Jake or both!The pictures have nothing to do with the storyline unless they're in the actual writing.
-Beth.