Logan looks at his clothes that a stranger had just puked on and sighs exasperatedly. It definitely doesn't help that he just had a very exhausting day at the park.

"I'm so sorry, what can I do to make it better?", the lady offender asks.

Logan looked up and was ready to deliver something snarky and rude to the lady, but as he looked into her eyes, her hazel eyes, he got tongue tied.

*********
5 hours ago
Logan looked up as he heard the door to his room open. He saw his sister come in and scan the place. He knew she was going to say something smartass about the state of the room.

“Neat freak”, she says rolling her eyes.
“You don't actually expect the room to be scattered already. I mean, we just got here”, Logan says looking at his sister with a 'you can't be serious' expression on his face.

“ Well, I still maintain that it's too neat. I had to scatter my clothes while trying to choose what to wear this morning”, she says with a shrug. Then her eyes widened, “you have got to be kidding me”.

“ What's wrong”, Logan says looking around with a confused look etched unto his features.

“ Why on Earth do you have to be such a big nerd?”, she says looking at him with the look of a person who has seen an alien crash his spaceship right in front of her, if something like that ever happens apart from on TV.

“What on earth are you... Oooh”, Logan says as realization dawns on him. He glances at the book opened before him. Oh no, here we go again. He wanted to get an idea of what he was going to face in college, and as result picked up one of his books that he was going to use and started to go through it. But now, he knows that Emily won't let him hear the end of it.

“Yeah.... you see now”, she says looking smug.

“Well, I still maintain that deciding to study before you go to school so that you are able understand better what you are are being taught is good for students at all levels. Whether you're a nerd or not”, Logan says clearly frustrated.

“And to think you always got invited to parties and everyone thinks you're so cool. Not having the slightest idea that you're 'Logan nerd, the great'”, she says with a very satisfied smirk on her face.

“Oh, so that's what all this is about. You are just jealous of me being more social than you”, Logan says.

The smirk on Emily's face drops and turns into a scowl. “Yeah right, why would I be jealous of you, oh great and mighty king of all nerds”.

Logan sighs, clearly exhausted and asks, “did you want something?”

“Yeah, let's go to Coney island”, she says, skipping up and down the room, clearly excited about the idea.

“Coney island?”, Logan asks, looking at her unbelievably.

“Yeah”, she says, still skipping and now adding a bit of twirling.

“ Wait, Coney island?”, Logan says once more like he could not believe his ears, throwing his hands up in the air and sitting up straight.

Emily looks at him with a fake sweet smile on her face and a glint in her eyes and says “ do you not know what Coney island is? Cause I can help you with that".

Logan scowls at her before grunting “You are so annoying and unbearable, you know that?”

Emily just ignores him and reels off with the air of a person addressing a crowd. “Coney island is a peninsula residential neighborhood beach and leisure/entertainment destination of Long island on the Coney island channel, which is part of.....”

“JUST SHUT UP, WOULD YOU”, Logan shouts and then takes some deep steadying breaths while shaking his head in amusement at his sister, who just sits there looking smug. “I know what Coney island is, and how do you know all what you just said. I thought you were supposed to be the dumb one".

“Well, first of all, I'm not the dumb one. Second, I googled it”, she says in a matter of fact manner.

“Wait, you googled it?", Logan asks

Emily shrugs and says,“Well, I had a lot of places in mind for us to go, so I googled them all to weigh my options".

“And you chose Coney island, one of the farthest options. You could not just choose a place in Manhattan”, Logan asks, looking at her incredulously.

“Coney island is more fun than all the others, okay”, Emily states defensively.

“Yeah alright, let's get moving to the subway”, Logan mumbles resignedly, thinking about how he would never understand how his sister's brain operates.

“Yeah, about that”, Emily says nervously.

Logan narrowed his eyes at his sister. It was highly unusual to see Emily looking nervous. Then, out of the blue, realization smacks him on his head and his eyes widen. “Em, you can't really expect me to take you to Coney island on Veronica”. Veronica was the name of Logan's Harley-Davidson street ™500 bike which he got at the beginning of his senior year in high school. He always claimed that he would never 'trade her for all the fancy cars in the showroom.

“Well, the subway is getting more packed with dangerous people and weirdos by the day, you can't be too cautious and I'm sure you don't want your sister to get hurt”. Emily said with a shrug.

“Cautious or not, there is absolutely no way, mark my words Emily Henderson, absolutely no way I'm taking you to Coney island on my bike”, Logan said with a note of finality.

                    **********
“Don't you just love being on a very fast bike out in the open, with the wind whipping through your hair and blowing in your face”, Emily happily announced. Logan could not see her face but he knew she was smiling, no smirking.

Despite all Logan's protests, they were on his bike, Veronica, on their way to Coney island. When they set out about an hour ago, Logan came to the conclusion that Emily was a witch and a very strong one who belonged to the dark side and had put him under the Imperius Curse, just like He Who Must Not Be Named.

“Yeah yeah, I bet you also love how well your witchy powers work”, Logan droned in a monotone voice.

“Oh goody, we're here”, Emily said jumping off the bike and practically hopping waiting for Logan.

Then she dragged him towards the entrance as Logan shook his head disbelievingly at her. “Oh goody, seriously. You sound like a British ten year old”.

“Whatever, Logan. Stop being so stuck up. It's one of the reasons why I suggested this anyway”, Emily said giving him an annoyed look.

“I’m not stuck up”, Logan responds defensively. Although he knew deep down that she was on to something, even if he didn't know it himself. She always is, it's a mark of how well she knows him.

“Yeah right, keep telling yourself that”, Emily scoffs,“ You've just become more, I don't know, quiet and reserved than your usual self. Mum says you're growing up but in my opinion, you are growing up too fast”, she pouts.

“Whatever Em, which rides do you want to go on first”, he asks.

“No rides yet, I like to start small. It's how I build up my nerve”, she replies, smiling cheekily at her brother.

“Whatever your definition of starting small is, try to be quick with it. I don't plan on spending all day at the park”

“Oh trust me Logan, we are gonna have so much fun”.

                 **********

“What the freaking hell is wrong with you?”, Logan asks as Emily pulls him towards the bumper cars section.

Apparently, Emily's idea of starting small did not involve starting on the rides at all. First, she says that they should swim in the pool which Logan thought was a dumb idea. When he tried to point this out to his younger sister saying that why should they swim and then get all sweaty from the rollercoaster rides, she told him to shut up, sit down and look cute.

Then they go to play some arcade games which Logan doesn't complain about. But when she suggests that they go eat, he couldn't believe his ears. He told her that eating before rollercoaster rides could lead to puking. And she tells him flat out that puking is part of the entire amusement park experience. Then they moved to the carousel horse and currently the bumper cars.

“Nothing, I'm just having fun. Aren't you having a blast?”, she smiles sweetly at Logan which makes him want to gag.

Then she perks up again and says in a singsong voice, “We should go to the haunted house after this”

“Oh no you don't, we leave here and head straight to the big rides, get on them and get the hell out of here, you hear me”, Logan warns clearly frustrated.

“Okay, okay. Damn, don't get your panties in a twist”, she grumbles at him before skipping inside the area designated for hitting other adrenaline filled idiots with bumper cars while Logan stumped surly along.

                      ********

“This is it, the big one. The one we all been waiting for.......”

“Actually we've not all been waiting for it, only you have. And by the way, we're not more than two so you use both not all”, Logan corrects smirking.

Emily glares at him in return and sticks out her tongue, “Whatever you say nerd. And don't ever interrupt me while I'm in my element”, then she continues,“ we have to be strong as we face this monstrosity of a rollercoaster....”

“It's the ferris wheel, Em”, Logan deadpans, “not the Cyclone or Thunderbolt, so quit rambling and let's get on the ride”, and with that moves towards the entrance to the ride.

“Okay, okay, Mr McGrumblepants”, she says pouting as she runs to catch up with him.

They get on the ride and get in their seats and Logan turns to Emily with a serious look on his face and he growls out,“ Do not shake anything, just sit there and look pretty”

“Yes sir”, she says with a mock salute

                    **********
“That was amaaaziiinng”, Emily says, bouncing off her feet with two much adrenaline.

“Yeah it was something”, Logan chuckles,“ you sure you don't feel like puking”

“One hundred percent sure”

“Okay, if you say so”, he replies still looking skeptical, “ I'll just have you know that I won't be taking it easy if you puke on my clothes”

“No worries, I will not be puking on you. Although the Thunderbolt was quite something with those loop the loops", she says and Logan turns his head to face her so sharp, he could have broken his neck. When she sees this, she just laughs and goes on,“ but no, I am not going to puke. Besides why are so sure I'll be the one to puke, what if it's you who pukes all over me, what should I do to you then?”

“Well, I'm very confident in myself that I will not be the one to puke because....”, Logan starts but is unable to finish the sentence as someone, likely female collides with him and dumps vomit all over him.

Logan looks at his clothes that a stranger had just puked on and sighs exasperatedly. It definitely doesn't help that he just had a very exhausting day at the park.

“I'm so sorry, what can I do to make it better?”, the lady offender asks.

Logan looked up and was ready to deliver something snarky and rude to the lady, but as he looked into her eyes, her hazel eyes, he got tongue tied.

For what he considered the most ridiculous of moments, he felt like replying with 'you could give me your number', but thankfully he didn't lose his rational thinking. Instead, he said,

“Well, nothing. It's all done now, no need to worry”, all the while shooting dirty looks at Emily who looked beside herself with glee.

“I'm really really sorry, I really shouldn't have gotten sick that easily”, puke girl tried to apologize one last time.

“It's okay, don't stress over it”, Logan cut her off before she could berate herself even more. Then he turned to Emily who was still silently shaking with laughter, irritation clearly visible on his face.

“Emily, kindly accompany me to the souvenir shack. I need to buy a new shirt”, he growled at her, his eyes narrowed down to slits.

Pouting, Emily whined,“ I don't wanna go, I want to stay here and make friends with puke girl”, leaving their little audience of said puke girl and her friend looking slightly amused and puzzled.

Logan turned towards their audience with an exasperated sigh and reeled off,

“We will be leaving now. Sorry about my sister, she doesn't seem to understand that she's sixteen and not six. Have a nice day and I'll advise that you do not go on any more rollercoaster rides”
 
   And with that said, he yanked his sister's arm and dragged her off to the souvenir shack, the latter saying her goodbyes and waving madly at puke girl and company.

                 **************
  “ So how was Coney Island, and what happened to the shirt you had on when you left the house, Logan?”, their mum asked as they came through the door from her position on the couch.

Emily perked up before Logan could say a word and replied in a singsong voice,“ Oh Coney island was wonderful, mother dearest. We went on a lot of rides,  and the best part was that some girl puked on Logan's shirt”, Logan rolled his eyes as she recounted the day's events and declared that he was going to get himself a drink.

But Emily went on animatedly, “It was hilarious that's why he has a different shirt on. Oh, you should have seen it mom, it was the best thing ever. Seriously it....”

“ Okay Em, I agree that it must have been pretty hilarious”, Melissa cuts her off because she knows not to let Emily get into her stride or she would ramble on and on. “ How did Logan take it? Was he angry”

“ Angry?", Emily scoffed,“ He didn't do a thing. The chick was hot, so he was too mesmerized by her beauty to get angry”

This attracted a round of laughter from Melissa. And Emily, buoyed by her mother's amusement went on in more descriptive details.

“ He stood there, looking like a love-struck puppy, staring into the girl's eyes. Tongue tied, lost for words and looking stupid.”

Logan was coming back into the room at this point and on hearing this, spat out his soda in TV-like fashion and started to protest.

“ That is so not true, I was merely being a gentleman. She was embarrassed enough as it was.”

Emily clicked her tongue in disagreement, “Of course, you'll deny it but we both know the truth”

“Arrgh, you're crazy. I'm going to my room”, and with that said, Logan turned around and went into his room.

Later that night, alone on his bed and reflecting on the day's events, Logan berated himself severely for not asking for the girl's number or her name even.

Eventually, he fell asleep to thoughts of a puking, Hazel-eyed girl.

Author's Note
So that's the third chapter.

You have no idea how weird it is to be writing Author's Notes when I don't even have readers yet. But I'll keep the faith, and for my eventual readers,

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