Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2006 16:32:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: cody lane <flame_cnyper@yahoo.com>
Subject: Loves given up on me: chapter 3

Disclaimer: I didn't use the HTML format this time but the
story is still the same.  Well you know that this story has
a homosexual nature, so if you don't want to read it, then
don't. I'm starting out a little slow but things like this
don't just happen over night. Hope you like.
Loves given up on me- Part 1: chapter 3- There's still
tomorrow

                           *LOGAN*

My eyes blinked open as the sun filtered into the room.  I
rolled my head in my pillow and tried to wake myself up.  I
sat up and rubbed my eyes.  My sheet was bunched at my feet,
considering that the heat still sizzled even at night.  My
feet hit the carpet, me still sitting on my bed, my mind
still fresh from the dream that had burned itself into my
memory.  It had only been a few days since me and Ethan had
hung out, but I was already having dreams about him. Nothing
sexual, not in the slightest, but more like we were almost
best friends and every moment was spent in each other's
company.  But what was it all supposed to mean? Then I
remembered seeing his face, I remembered how the light shown
over it.  How beautiful he was.  And I became entranced just
in the thought.  What the hell was going on?  He was
straight.  He implied it that night we went to the club.
But still, was I infatuated with him?  He was the only
friend I had here on campus and I'd seen more of him than I
did Scott or Adam.  And with the 2 weeks I had here, he sure
did make me feel comfortable.  I scratched my head.  I'll
have to worry about this later. I got Chem Lab to get to.

I walked into the lab room and Dave, my lab partner, was
already there.  I took a seat next to him and folded my arms
on the table and planted my face in them.

"Somethin' wrong?" he asked.

"Me? uhh... Nothing..." I said trying to act like everything
was cool.

"Come on.  Something's bugging you," he commented as he
turned his seat towards me.

I paused and argued with myself.  Might as well tell him.
Talking to people always did seem to help.

"Well... I think I like someone, but... I'm not sure if I
should even be liking this person.  Plus I'm... not even
sure if they like me."  I looked at him eye to eye.

"Oh, I see."

"Yeah, so that's been bugging me," I scoffed, "I feel like
I'm back in high school."

"Yeah, I can see where you're coming from.  You don't wanna
build on this 'crush' if in the end you're just gonna be
wasting your time, right?"

"Yeah, something like that," I said smiling a little.

"Don't worry, you'll figure it out.  Sure hope they're worth
it if you're stressing this much about it."

I looked down at my hands, "I sure hope so."

Lab started and I could hardly pay attention. Thoughts about
Ethan kept creeping up from the back of my mind.  I couldn't
seem to stop the steady flow.  OK, so maybe I was
infatuated. But I'd had crushes before,...but this was
something else, something different, I could feel it.  I
mentally punched myself.  Maybe it was just because it
wasn't a girl I was crunching over. But it was something I
couldn't brush off.  I wanted to see him again, but I didn't
want him to know.  How the fuck was I gonna deal with this?


                           *ETHAN*
I tied my shoes and hopped off my bed.  OOUCH!! My muscles
screamed as I walked into the kitchen.  For the past few
days I had been busy with my Tae kwan do training.  I spent
almost all my free time with Christian or Derek trying to
help perfect myself for the tournament coming up in a few
months.  So I was being worked like nothing else.  I guess I
needed it. I'd been slacking for the past few weeks.  I
gently walked into the kitchen.

"Dude, you're walking like an old man," Terrance said.

"Yeah, well I feel like one.  I'm sore as hell," I replied
grabbing a banana for breakfast along with my bag.

"T, you don't mind taking me to class?  My ass hurts too
much to skate to camps."

He laughed.  I'll admit it did sound a little sexual.

"Yeah dude.  Hold up.  Let me get my shit ready and we'll
go."

I walked onto campus and as I walked through the courtyard I
heard my name yelled out.  I looked around and then behind
me.  Logan came jogging up.  I watched his pace slow as
reached me.  He sported some faded cargo shorts, a
compliment to the heat and a white t-shirt, with his hair
tasseled as usual.  He looked like he had gotten up,
showered and threw on some clothes on.  I kinda laughed
considering that's how I am on some of my off days.

"Hey Ethan, what's up?" his smile the brightest thing on
him.

"Oh, nothing, going to class.  You?"

"I just got out of my Chemistry lab. I was gonna go buy a
soda and head off to English."

I smiled wickedly, knowing all too well that English class
blew.  He laughed under his breath.

"Haven't seen you around lately," he said.  I noticed the
little trace of distress in his voice.  I guess I did leave
him hanging the other night.  I'm sure that wasn't the
friendliest thing to do.

"Yeah," I said as I shook my head, "Sorry about that.  It's
just I'm training for a martial arts competition, so I'm
spending a lot of my time training."

"Cool," he said, pasting a smile on his face again.  I
couldn't help but feel bad for not talking to
him for a while.  I guess me being a
new friend
and then all of a sudden going AWOL
made me feel even more like jerk.
"Tell you what," I pulled out my
wallet and looked for something
expendable.  All I ended up having
was a dollar bill.  What the hell.
I yanked the pen I had from my jean
pocket and wrote down the apartment
number.
"Ok, here's my number.  If we can't
hang out at least we can talk."
I handed the dollar to him as a
smile formed on the corner of his
lips.
"Thanks man," he said as he slipped
it into his pocket.
We talked as we walked, taking our
time as I told him about my sore
state.  He told me what he was up
to, how much of an ass his roommate
still was and what was going on
since our last visit.  Some people
casually stared at us. Probably
wondering why two guys so different
were even talking to each other.  We
came to Logan's class building and
he stopped talking. Things went
silent for maybe a few seconds as he
just stood there and shuffled his
feet.  Stupid as it sounded, it was
cute.  He finally spoke up.

"Well, here's my class.  I guess
I'll see you later then?
Or maybe I'll give you a call?"

I nodded my head, "Sounds good."

"Cool," he grinned again and it made
me feel better, not so guilty and a
little less sore.

He jogged up the stairs and looked
back a few times.  My class was less
than a block away so I started my
rough trek to be on time.  The
stairs were gonna kill me.  The ache
in my muscles slowly returned as
Logan trotted off and was gone.  For
the strangest reason he always made
me feel relaxed, like there was
nothing to worry about.  I guess him
being bigger than I was gave me a
sense of protection, even though I
could easily take care of myself and
probably kick HIS ass.  But I liked
the feeling none the less.  I guess
that's why it was so easy to go
places with him.  I didn't feel the
need to impress or hide anything.  I
hoped we become good friends. As my
thought's drifted from him the
soreness hit with a vengeance.  How
many more steps?


               *LOGAN*

English class was a complete yawn.
If Scott hadn't been there I think I
would've just slept right through
it.  The professor's monotone was
worse than Nyquil.  I had my face in
my textbook as Scott continued to
poke my cheek with his pen.

"Logan, get you're ass up," he
whispered
harshly.

I turned my head and faced him, my
head still in the book.

"I'm up," I said lightly as his
attention turned back to the lecture
as he smirked at me.

I guess I'd be thanking him later.
But sleeping or not, all I had on my
mind was that unit or currency I had
in my pocket, the dollar bill with
Ethan's number inked into it.
I wanted to pull it out, if only to
just know that it was still there
and hadn't mysteriously disappeared.
But I knew that if Scott ever caught
a glimpse he'd be asking a million
questions just to know whose number
it was.  I guess I'll just have to
be patient until I get back to the
room.

"Ok class, I'll see you all next
week," the professor said as he
closed his textbook.

Finally, I thought this moment would
never come. I quickly closed my
drool stained textbook and shoved it
into by backpack.  Scott on the
other hand took his time.

"Hey, me, Adam and a few of the
other guys are gonna go out for
dinner.  You gonna come?"

I stopped packing and looked over at
him, obviously expecting an
immediate answer.
Besides Scott and Adam, I really
didn't feel like I was friends with
the rest of the team, like they
accepted me just because I was
second quarterback.  Besides, all
they ever wanted to do was drink
until they blacked out. Personally,
I had better ways to waste my time.

"Uhh... you know what?  I think
I'll pass."

"Ok," he didn't seem at all
bothered that I declined his
invitation.

"It's ok Logan, they're making me
and Adam go. But you got other
plans?"

He raised an eyebrow at me as he
pulled his backpack over his
shoulders.

"Uhh, yeah."

Well I did, kinda.  After I called
Ethan we'd see if I had plans or
not.

"So... what is it you got planned
that's so much better than a free
meal?"

"Well..."

I didn't say anything but shrugged
my shoulders and gestured that I had
'stuff' planned.

"Ok..." he said smirking, suggesting
that it was something sexual I had
arranged.

"I'll tell Adam and the others you
made other 'plans', I'm sure they'll
understand," he commented,
emphasizing 'plans.'

I hung my head in mock shame and
laughed, "Ok."

Walking out of the building we
parted ways.

"See ya tomorrow at practice," Scott
said as he waved and jogged towards
the parking lot.  I took a few steps
backwards and watched him leave.  If
he ever found out, would he still be
my friend?  It bothered me that I
had to hide something like this from
him.  If he really was my friend he
should understand.  I finally turned
back around and walked back to my
dorm. I dug into my pocket and
pulled out the crisp dollar bill.
God Ethan, I hope you're worth all
this.

I lay on my bed staring at the
dollar bill.  I stared at the
numbers as my mind contended on
whether I should call or not. I
wanted to call. I was board in the
room. Terry would be coming back
from class any minute and I was
trying to avoid him at all cost.
Plus my lovesick attitude towards
Ethan was beginning to get the best
of me. But then again I didn't want
to sound intrudingly desperate.  I
let the numbers
etch themselves into my memory as I
took note of his penmanship.  Not
neat, but nice enough for a guy. I'd
been staring at this thing way too
long.  I got off my bed and grabbed
the phone.
I dialed the number with shaky
fingers. The ring tone sounded as I
waited for someone to pickup. The
phone clicked as Ethan's voice
echoed in my ear.
"Yeah?"

"Hey Ethan, it's Logan."

"Hey dude, what's up?"

I started pacing, "Oh nothing, just
board, wondering whatyou were up to
later."

"Uhhh." I heard in my ear which made
my stomach turn into a knot, "I'm
still feelin' like crap and I'm
thinking about just going home."

"You're not at home?" I said
remembering that he said he gave me
his home number.

"No, I'm here at the dojo.  If no
one picks up at the apartment it
forwards to my cell phone."

"Oh cool," I said trying to keep my
tone as nonchalant as possible.

"Well sounds like you need some rest
so I better let you go."

I was about to end the call when
Ethan said something that wasn't a
good-bye, "Well, why don't you come
over?  I'm sure we can watch a
movie and chow on some junk food."
If Ethan would've seen my face he'd
have laughed.  It shocked me.  Taken
by surprise I asked, "You sure?
Your friends don't mind?"

"Nah, they're in Phoenix.  Dead

drunk I'll bet," he said it with a

mocking tone to his voice.  I just

laughed.

"Sound good?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"Ok then.  Sooo... Around 8 then?"

"Yeah, but just one problem.  I
dunno where you live," I said with a
little worry in my voice.








"Oh yeah, well it's not that far. I
skate to school remember?"








Even though he gave me the
directions, I still didn't easily
know my way around off campus.  So
he told me to look for landmarks
until I found my way to an apartment
complex.  If all else fails, I could
still call him. I hung up,
excitement and fear mixed in the pit
of my gut.  I didn't know what to
expect but I started this so
couldn't back off now.

I looked at my watch.  It was 7:43
and the sun was fading. I walked
down the sidewalk until I came to a
curb and there was the apartment
complex like Ethan had told me. Ok,
this was just two friends hanging
out.  There was nothing special
about it.

The gate was locked and needed a
code for entry. So I sat on the curb
and waited, not knowing at all what
to do or expect. It was about 8:10
when Ethan rounded the bend jogging
in a pair of faded jeans and a snug
t-shirt.  I stood up and whipped off
the back of my jeans.  He jogged up
to me and stopped at my side.  Being
so close I couldn't help but take a
whiff of the aroma that radiated off
him.
He smelled like he had been working
all day long.  He didn't smell bad,
but he smelled like an intoxicating
mixture of sweet and salty.  It was
a good idea not to get too close as
my crotch found the smell almost too
irresistible.

"Been waiting long?"

I shook my head trying in vain to
forget his sent, "10 minutes."

"Ok, cool, sorry still.  I had to
run from the dojo and I skipped my
shower."

"Oh, you still sore?" I asked
letting my concern show.

"Yeah, but I had no choice in
running."

He put in the code on the dial pad
and gate started to roll open.  We
walked in across a parking lot and
up some stairs. He opened the door
and the cool air rushed out.  I
stepped in after Ethan.  The place
was small, but they werecollege
students.  The dinning room table
was next to the door and Ethan
tossed his keys on it.  I walked in
a couple more steps, admiring the
place.  I turned to see Ethan raise
his hand to the visor of his cap and
begin to lift it off. He was looking
down as the cap came completely off.
My heart skipped a beat and my
breath quickened for a few seconds
at what I saw.  He had hat hair,
which was natural, wisped in all
directions, black but brown in the
fading sunlight and soft from the
look of it.  He had long eyelashes,
which was all I could see because he
was still looking down.  His lips
were a deep pink and moist from all
the Chap Stick he always used.  My
eyes scanned down and traced his jaw
line as it perfectly framed his
face, the light stubble of a day's
growth adding a dashing
characteristic.

He looked up at me and I finally saw
his eyes in perfect light, a clear
coffee brown as I stared deeper and
deeper. He wasn't beautiful, he was
gorgeous.  If I'd had my jaw open he
didn't seem to notice.

"Well the DVD's are in my room.
Can't trust people these days," and
motioned to the door behind me.  I
snapped back to ugly reality, but
still dazed by him.  I walked into
his room behind him.

"Over there on the self."
"I see 'em," I said as I walked over
slowly and began thumbing through
the cases.  Ethan threw his bag on
the floor and walked over to the
closet and pulled out a towel. I
looked up and watched as he very
slowly lifted his shirt off. I guess
he was really that sore.  I watched,
entranced by the contrast of his
white shirt against the clear
caramel color of his skin. I was
staring again.  I was spellbound as
his shirt revealed more and more of
his back until it came completely
off.  I watched as each muscle in
his back tense and then relax, his
traps, delts, shoulders.  I took
note of the crease of his spine and
it hit me, I really liked him. Not
like a friend should.
Still having his back to me he said,
"I'm gonna take a shower.  Go ahead
and pick a movie.  I'll be quick."
He grabbed his towel and disappeared
into the bathroom and shut the door.
What was happening
to me?  Or what was he doing to me?
These feelings were all new and I
knew they were because of him.  I
looked back down at the movies and
continued thumbing through them.
               *ETHAN*

It was 7:46 as I left the dojo.  I
didn't have my board and no one was
home to pick me up.  I was late and
didn't want to keep Logan waiting
outside on the sidewalk.  I took a
deep breath as I knew my only option
was to go for a little jog.  I made
a resentful face, I was still sore
and this was gonna hurt.  I took
another deep breath and my first
stride.

I got to the apartment in only 10
minutes late. And as I expected
Logan was outside sitting on the
curb with his elbows on his knees
and his chin in his palms, lightly
kicking at the gravel on the
pavement.  I jogged up to him and
apologized.  His eyes showing that
he wasn't the least bit bothered in
having to wait.  He seemed more
concerned with how I was doing
contending with the soreness I had
this morning.

We got to the apartment and I lead
him in.  He walked in a little
surprised. I wasn't sure about
whether the place was too small for
4 guys or big compared to his dorm
room.  I smiled and threw my keys on
the table and took off my cap. My
hair was a mess, but it didn't
matter.  I was gonna take a shower
anyways.  I had to skip it at the
gym because of the rush I was in to
get here.  I looked up at Logan, who
looked like a deer caught in a
headlight.  I knew what he was
looking at, but I wasn't sure if he
liked what he saw, so I acted like
it didn't bother me

I tried to change the mood of the
situation, leading him into my room.
Even though he did make me feel
comfortable, I still didn't like
people looking at me.

He looked busy going through the
movies while I decided that I
really, really needed a shower. The
hot water would definitely help
sooth some of the dull ache.  I
pulled out a towel and for a moment
forgot he was in the room and began
to peel off my shirt.  My muscles
screamed at me as I raised my arms
and as the shirt came off and over
my head.  God I smelt rank.  I flung
it to the floor and kicked off my
shoes.  It was then that I
remembered that Logan was in the
room.  I held my breath and panicked
a little.  I was shy, but with Logan
around that shyness multiplied ten
times
over.   I didn't even turn to look
at him, but I knew I felt him
looking at me.

"I'm gonna take a shower.  Go ahead
and pick a movie.  I'll be quick," I
said as I dodged out of the room
with my towel into the bathroom.

I closed the door and relaxed a
little.  For a
guy that I usually felt comfortable
around, tonight was sure shaping out
to be a strange one.  I hope it
changed.  I turned the water on and
adjusted the temperature.  I put my
towel on the rack and undid my pants
and let them and my jock fall to my
ankles. I was too sore to bend down
and free my feet so I stepped and
pulled my feet out of them.  I
stepped into the shower and let the
hot water hit my neck. God it felt
good. The tension slowly began to
retreat.  I positioned myself under
the shower head, so my hands were
against the tile wall and my head
bowed so the water sprayed down my
back.  I let out a low long groan as
my muscles began to melt from the
heat.  I brought my right hand up
and began massaging my neck.  And
for the first time in a long time, I
imagined that my hands were someone
else's.  For some odd reason, I
imagined strong, callused hands
massaging my neck and shoulders.
They worked their way down my bicep
and back up to my neck.  I groaned
weakly as I repositioned myself, now
having my back to the shower head as
both hands roamed my upper body. One
needed my pecs while the other
brushed my abs, feeling the ripples
and tracing its way down and across
my bellybutton.  I let it brush the
hairs below it and then run through
my pubic patch.  With the palm of my
hand I rubbed the length of it down,
all 7 and half inches of it. My left
hand was now tweaking my nipple.
Wow, I haven't done this in a long
time.  My right hand finally grabbed
around my tool and I slowly started
jerking, letting my fingers rub over
the sensitive head as my breath
quickened as well as my pace. I felt
my balls twitch as I tortured my
nipple even harder.  I knew I was
cumming as I let out a light moan
that scarcely echoed.  My cock
spewed spurt after spurt onto the
tile wall as my mind slowly
rebooted.  My cum going down the
drain before I opened eyes in awe.
The entire time I imagined it was
someone else draining me with their
hands, someone with big, strong
hands. Hands that oddly felt
familiar.

I stepped out of the shower and
proceeded to dry off.  My mind kept
going back to my experience. Where
did that come from?  I wrapped my
towel around my waist and opened the
door as the steam billowed into the
hallway.  I walked back into my room
and stopped, frozen.  Logan was
still there, his back to me.  He was
looking at the pictures and trophies
I had on my wall and selves above my
desk.  He finally noticed I was
there and turned to look at me. I
felt the blood rush to my face as I
knew I was bare in front of him. He
looked for a moment then turned his
head quickly, like he was avoiding
eye contact.  What was up with him
today?  The other times it felt like
I could just chill with him, now it
felt unnerving. Maybe it's because I
was naked in a towel. But then
having eyes on me did make me
flushed and almost intimidated.  But
it was Logan... Logan who was
looking at me.  As uncomfortable as
I was, I just stood there, soaking
the carpet as the water dripped off
me. Why did all these strange
feelings surface when
he was around?
               *LOGAN*

I finally picked out a movie.  Well
it was more like playing 'eeni-meeni-
minie-mo.' I couldn't concentrate
worth crap! The look of his skin,
soft and bright caramel in color, I
could almost feel it as I pictured
it in my mind.  The way his muscles
flexed underneath and how my blood
raced when I saw him.  OK, my
homosexual side was definitely
taking over on overdrive here. But
what was I supposed to do?

I looked at the floor far a little
bit then looked up at the walls and
noticed he had pictures framed some
of his family and some of him.  On
his shelf he had a few trophies,
skateboarding competitions and
karate awards.  I looked at his room
and all I could think of was 'this
is a guy's room. He's nothing more
that a guy.'  As I finished admiring
his achievements the bathroom door
swung open and Ethan came out with
nothing but a towel.  I turned to
look at him.  Someone could've shot
me, and I wouldn't have cared.  What
I saw I doubt I'd ever forget. He
stood there and looked like he was a
little embarrassed, clinging to his
towel making his muscles flex again.
His chest was perfectly shaped,
powerful and smooth.  He had small
nipples only slightly darker that
his skin.  His abs were ripped and
apparent. Form his shoulders to his
forearms were defined and toned. He
had next to no hair on his upper
body, only that trail that made its
way out of the towel.  My eyes were
entranced as the water droplets
rolled off his body.  I fallowed one
as it traced its way from his
sternum down until it disappeared
into the towel.  And for the first
time I wondered what was hidden
underneath.  Before I could start
drooling I turned away.

"I guess I better let you get
dressed huh?"

Looking up and smiling weakly at
him.  He smiled back uncomfortably
and nodded.

"Yeah, uhh... the DVD player is in
the living room.  Did you find a
movie?"

"Yeah," I said, flashing the case.

I walked out and smelt him as I
passed.  He smelt clean, like
cologne soap but still very much
like a man.  It was then that I
noticed I was hard and mounting in
my shorts. SHIT!  I mouthed it as I
entered the living room.  I prayed
that he didn't see it.  It was kinda
hard to notice in baggy shorts but
still.

I got the movie ready as I waited.
He finally walked out, dressed
comfortably.  He had on a black t-
shirt with some logo on it, a pair
of casual Levi's, no socks, no
shoes. When I saw him all I could
think about was what he was
doing to me.  He sat on the couch
next to me and I got another good
look at him.  This time his hair was
damp so it shagged right below his
eyebrows.  Could he be anymore
perfect?  I just wanted to touch him
right there.  Run my hands through
his hair, feel his skin under my
fingers. Then I felt the impulse to
kiss him. What the Fuck?  Where was
this coming from? Before I even had
time to think about it he looked up
at me and spoke.

"You like butter popcorn? Cuz it's
all we get here."

Well that was random.  I stared
waiting for it to process.

"Yeah," I said, knowing I was a
little late in answering him.

"Gotcha," he said as he jumped up
and over the couch.  He got to the
microwave and threw in a bag.  I sat
turned and watched him.  He saw me
and gave me a cheesy smile.

"I don't know how to cook," laughing
under his breath.  He was perfect.

When the popcorn was ready he poured
it into a bowl and came back to the
couch.  We were next to each other
with only a bowl between us.  It
took a while to completely get into
the movie, but I finally got my mind
off of him.  We laughed and made
smart remarks about bad acting and
equally bad directing.  Our hands
did touch a little for split
seconds, it made me burn on the
inside as it looked like Ethan just
chose to ignore the contact.  By the
end the popcorn was gone along with
the coke we brought out later.
I sighed as it seemed that my
consciousness was running away from
me too.  It'd been a long week and
sleep sounded great about now.

Ethan yawned, "I think it's time to
call it a night."

"Yeah, I think you're right, I'd
better get going."

He got up and took the bowl and cans
back to the kitchen. While I was
putting my shoes back on, he walked
into his room and came back out with
his shoes and socks.

"Hey dude, I'll walk with ya."

Why was he being so nice?  I didn't
understand. My mind couldn't discern
from the things he was doing as a
friend and the things that made me
think twice.  But then again, I
still wanted to be near him.

"Cool," I said nodding my head.

He finished putting his shoes on and
grabbed his board and we both walked
out the door.  We took
out time as we walked back to
campus.  He didn't wear his hat but
it was still hard to see him,
considering how dark it was outside.
We talked about the usual stuff as
we strolled up to my dorm building.
I didn't want the night to end, I
felt almost broken to leave.  But I
put on my straight face as he waved
and skated away.  Even though I
wasn't with him, I still liked the
feeling he left.  I felt like I
connected with someone.  And I know
that I liked him more than ever.
Even though it was a stupid dream, I
still wanted him to like me the way
I liked him. I turned and walked up
the steps.  I wonder what dream I
was gonna have tonight.


               *ETHAN*

"Well I guess I'll see ya tomorrow.
You gonna call?" I said, for the
strangest reason hoping he'd say
yes.

"Yeah for sure."

"Ok, well I better get back, it's
pretty late. So gimmie a call ok?
Later."

I waved and I skated off.  I looked
back at him, walking up the step
alone.  I'm sure he had other people
he'd rather spend his time with, but
what could make me so special?
I'll admit, I did like his company,
and it seemed like he liked mine.

I shook my head and focused back on
getting home.  It was a little
breezy out and the nights were
getting colder.  The feeling was
kind of new, having the wind in my
hair.  So far tonight turned out
pretty good, even though it started
out awkward.  I don't know why but I
just felt like I shouldn't hide from
him. Like I knew he'd understand me.
Why did he make me feel so strange?
Like a warm feeling that I couldn't
get enough of.  But then the shocked
images of how he looked at me came
back.  I still don't know why he
stared. It didn't matter if it was
Logan, it still felt uncomfortable.

I got back to the house and threw
off my clothes and crawled into bed.
I dreamt and let the warm feeling
take over.


End chapter 3- There's still tomorrow

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