ll Feel Again- One Republic ll
LOGAN, 23 (Clara Alonso)
Likes: Lingerie, guys, small tattoos, big cities, her job, revealing clothing, messy beds.
Dislikes: Prudes, doing as told, her parents, crying, loneliness, Coach, math.
Style: Simplistic, yet sexy.
Theme Song: Red by Taylor Swift
- Logan's the girl that has just about everyone fooled… even herself. In high school, Logan fell in love. She fell hard, and she ended up having a love that was as passionate as you can imagine, a love like never before with the greatest guy she's ever met, who happened to live right next door. But after she graduated, things took a turn for the worse. Logan moved to New York City, to pursue a career in fashion. But things didn't work out. They couldn't maintain a relationship over such long distance, and he broke up with her. Logan put on a happy face, pretending to be perfectly fine and she began sleeping around, hopping from bed to bed, guy to guy. She never wanted to fall in love again. She never wanted to feel hurt, but she craved attention from guys. So, sleeping with them provided that. And after that, she'd wake up, leave, and that was that, no strings attached. But deep down inside, she knows she wants him back. Deep down all she wants is love.
the family is flying in. this includes sisters and their significant others, grams, uncle ray and aunt kinna, and the cousins phillip(9) justine(13) and michael(16)
"Thanks," I mutter, throwing a crisp, twenty dollar bill at the taxi driver as I swung the door open, heading for the trunk, where I pull out my two suitcases. I carefully balance my Balenciaga tote bag in the crook of my elbow as I make my way up the walkway, heading to the front door, where after pulling out my key, I push open to reveal the large, perfectly decorated house. My parents house, to be more specific. The house where I grew up.
"Hello? Does anyone even freaking live here anymore?" I ask coldly, my high heels clacking on the polished, hardwood floors.
Maybe I was cranky from the short, yet undesirable flight, or maybe I was just a bitter b*tch in general, but I hated coming home to Virginia. It was part of the reason I left. I didn't want to deal with the sh*t I had to deal with here. So, the second I graduated, I went to the city and went to college, got a kick as* job and came home occasionally for holidays, even though I dreaded it.
I didn't want to come back. But yet again, here I was.
"You're here!" Leta says, coming from the living room, a large smile on her face. I look to see that Lauren follows her.
What an enthusiastic welcome, I think silently to myself.
"Yeah, I am, unfortunately," I smile slightly. The only part I liked about coming home was my sisters. They were the only thing that really made it worth while. They understood me. They got my sarcasm and they understood my personality, much unlike my parents, who continued to glare at me as I made my remarks.
"Mom and dad not home?" I ask, looking after embracing both of them in a hug.
"Nope!" Lauren answers.
"Thank God!" I answer, rolling my eyes, a grin on my face. I wasn't in the mood to deal with them. Well, at least not now.
"They'll be back soon though," Leta warns me. "So be aware," She smiles jokingly.
"So, which room am I staying in? My old one, hopefully," I state as I stretch out my long arms, revealing even more of my mid section that already visible.
"Mhm! Mom left the list and it says you're on your own in your old room," Lauren answers.
"Good," I say as I start to walk over to the living room, where I plop down into the cushiony sofa.
"How was your flight?" Leta asks.
"Short," I shrug, yawning. "But boring," I say as I kick off my heels, both of them falling back onto the oriental throw rug, their red soles showing proudly.
Leta whistled, "Nice shoes,"
"Your job has its perks, doesn't it?" Lauren seconds.
I shrug once more, "Being Anna Wintour's assistant /does/ have some benefits. Lots of free stuff!" I giggle. "So, Leta, when am I gonna meet your boy?" I raise an eyebrow.
"Well, he's downstairs settling in… you can meet him right now," She shrugs her small shoulders.
"I'd absolutely love to meet the boy that's been keeping little Leta busy!" I smirk, picking myself up off the couch and walking towards the downstairs basement, going down the soft stairs as Leta follows me.
There it's nicely decorated, with a large couch, huge tv, and enough room for anyone who wants to stay. I never understood why my mother wanted to keep it so nice down here, but I guess it does come in handy.
A cute guy is currently on the couch, television clicker in his hand, going through the channels. "Tyler," Leta says a smile on her face. Gosh, she must really like him.
"Yeah?" He says, his eyes going to her and instantly sparkling.
"This is my sister, Logan," She gestures to me and I smile.
"Nice to meet you," I say, extending my hand.
He shakes it, "Nice to meet you too," He smiles. "For the love of God, please tell me that you have a boyfriend so I won't be all alone down here?" He questions with a laugh. I know that he's joking, but I feel my face fall.
I shake my head, quickly replacing the faltered smile with a bigger, brighter one, "Nope, sorry to disappoint!"
"Well, we'll leave you to your 'packing'" Leta says, giggling at the suitcase in the middle of the floor, untouched.
"I'll see you later, babe," He kisses Leta on the cheek and I wave to him before bounding up the steps.
I sink back into the couch in the living room, sighing. "It's going to be a boring holiday, isn't it?"
"You know, he still lives next door," Lauren says.
"Who?" I reply. I know who she's talking about. She's talking about him. Of course. But I don't want to talk about him. Not now… not ever.
"Oh, cut the crap," Leta says, plopping down next to us. "You know who we're talking about,"
It's just then that my phone buzzes. 'Hey babe, why leave so early? xx' It was from some guy I slept with back in New York. I must've gotten tipsy off the few apple martinis I had and had probably given him my number. Bad move.
"Nope, I don't know who you're talking about at all."