Logan will win your heart (brightsmile) wrote in thesocieties, @ 2010-08-14 18:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, ch: logan snell |
Log: Logan and Delia
WHO: Logan and Delia
WHERE: Warrington House, Delia's room
WHEN: Saturday night, after Logan leaves Karen's party
WHAT: Logan tells Delia about his revelation and things get sorted out between them
Rating: PG
Complete
Delia had decided when she got home from the Road Trip that she'd had an emotionally draining summer and she deserved a time out. So she'd spent the last week and a half holed up in her room at the Warrington House reading novels. Delia figured that, after the summer she'd had she deserved to escape reality for a bit.
Saturday night found her curled up on her bed with a bowl of popcorn, a fizzy juice and Dragonflight by Anne McCaffrey, which was her literary version of comfort food. Sure, she'd read better books but McCaffrey was the first author who had shown her the joy of escaping into a world of fantasy and when she found herself feeling empty or aimless it was always the series she turned to. Maybe it was just seeing how the Pernese people stepped up to face challenges that always made her feel more hopeful. Who knew. All she knew was that this was definitely a Pern summer.
As soon as he arrived back at Warrington House after abruptly leaving Karen's party - far earlier than he usually would leave any party - Logan wasted no time searching for Delia. His heart was racing as if he'd just run a marathon and the anxiety that had prompted this desperate dash home was increasing every moment. He was scared, unsure and therefore completely unsettled. One moment he'd been about to give Jamie a friendly kiss and then he was seeing Delia in his head... this wasn't supposed to happen to him!
But he couldn't deny the truth and that was why he was here, running up the stairs two at a time to reach Delia's room. He was sure she'd be there, she'd hardly left it since they returned from Italy.
Reaching the door, he paused to regain his breath and then rapped on the wood. "Delia? It's Logan, I need to talk to you... please," no one could mistake the urgency in his tone.
Delia wanted to ignore Logan, she really did because she knew that nothing good could possibly come from a conversation with him at this point. But she couldn't just leave him outside her door like that so she put down her book and sighed deeply before answering, "Yeah, come in."
She definitely wasn't dressed for company in a pair of raggedly cut off track bottoms and an ancient (meaning she bought it used three years ago) CBGBs T-shirt but since she didn't figure that Logan was here to declare his undying love it didn't really matter.
Undying love wasn't really on Logan's mind, but there was a declaration of sorts on the tip of his tongue as he walked into the room. In sharp contrast to Delia, having come from the party he was dressed to impress in well-fitting jeans and black blazer over a t-shirt. But although fashion was not foremost in his head, it was typical of Logan that as soon as he got a good look at Delia, his initial words changed to something else entirely.
"Sweet Circe, how long have you had that shirt? Four years? No, wait, that's not what I'm here about," he corrected himself quickly, shaking his hand almost as if he was waving and then starting to pace around the room.
"So I'm at the party and it's not fun, it's just not, I go outside and all I can do is look at the sky and think about one thing, just one... you," he pointed at Delia, unconsciously dramatic. "So you see, I can't just forget and move on, because it's not going to work," the words were just spilling out of his mouth without pause, uncharacteristically jumbled and not as smooth she would be used. It was as much as sign of his anxiety as his hand rumpling his hair. "Because I realised that tonight I was trying to pretend I wasn't caring in that way, even before you told me, even in Italy I was still thinking about you and I thought it was because of something else or just because I was worried, but now I know it wasn't that..."
Delia bit her lip, hardly believing that Logan was in her room, making the kind of scene he was making because of her. But she tried to remain calm even if her mind was starting to whir, "And just what were you thinking about me for?" she asked with as neutral a tone as she could manage. The best that could be said about it though was that she didn't sound like a breathy little teenager.
"what for? I don't know!" Logan resumed his pacing. "all I know is that you keep coming into my head and that leads me to conclude that you affect me in way I didn't expect and don't really know how to deal with," he stopped pacing to stand in front of her, a myriad of emotions playing across his face, but not anger or exasperation. His voice softened then and he sighed. "So you see... there's something here, between us, Delia, and it's not one sided on your part."
Delia's eyes widened, "So what you're saying is that you fancy me?"
She'd never seen Logan this worked up and as his friend she was worried about him. As a girl, however, it made her feel kind of...powerful seeing just how worked up thinking about her had made him. And she felt a twinge of satisfaction in knowing that he was made a fraction as miserable by this whole situation as she had.
Logan blinked a couple of times. 'Fancy' seemed like such a frivolous word to describe his messed-up emotions. "Yes?" he said finally, tilting his head almost like a bird trying to consider whether to go for a piece of bread or a large chip. He blinked again, half turned away and then turned back, his hand going up and then down, fingers flexing.
"If feeling anxious and not being able to kiss another girl because I think of you is fancying you then yes, I suppose I do. You said it wouldn't be a good idea to go out because of you starting seventh year and all the stress, but perhaps for the next two weeks we could just see what happens... not worry about the future, but take one day at a time and just go with the flow, because really, if this goes on I shall have to declare myself celibate or something..." he was rambling again.
Delia stood up and placed her hands on Logan's arms, "Lo, calm down, okay? You're going to give yourself a heart attack at this rate."
As soon as Logan stopped rambling she continued, "I only said that to shut you up, Logan. I can handle seeing someone during my last year. I just didn't want you saying yes to me because you felt sorry for me. A girl needs some pride when they accidentally let one of their best boy friends know that they fancy them."
Logan looked down at her hands, which felt very warm on his arms, despite the blazer. His mouth twitched as she told him to calm down, he was learning a lot of new things tonight, like the fact he rambled when he was really agitated. Or 'fancying' someone. He swallowed and nodded. Funny how he probably would have figured this out if a male friend had told him that he'd got that from a girl.
"I thought it was rather confusing, first you said you wanted to and then you didn't, but it's been like walking on eggshells around you lately," he shifted his arms, sliding them back so he could take her hands. Vaguely he thought they were standing in a very cliched way. "I wouldn't have said yes because I felt sorry for you," he was a little offended that she had even considered he might have. His fingers twined around hers. "I can't make you promises, Delia, and I might not deliver, it's also likely I'll upset you even though I'll try not to, but..." he bit his lower lip, still nervous. The feeling was disconcerting, he was Mr Smooth after all, he wasn't supposed to be good with the lines and never lose his cool. "if living in the moment and seeing where it takes us works for you, then I want to try to make things work... if you still do."
"I was saying anything I could think of to try to make things normal between us again, it didn't mean that was how I felt," Delia answered.
It was funny, all they were doing was holding hands and it felt bigger than the night that they'd come very close to having sex in the guest room during her mother's party.
"And as for doing dumb shit and upsetting me, don't you think I'll do the same to you? I'm not exactly a girlie girl after all, Lo," Delia's tone was pragmatic but there was an undertone of vulnerability.
"I know that - now, would have known that earlier if I was thinking straight," Logan sighed, his dark eyes searching her face. He didn't miss the vulnerability in her tone, which indicated that he wasn't the only one feeling a bit scared right now. He didn't say that girlie girls could mess up a bloke just as much as the non girlie type, that wasn't important right now. "You already turned my world upside down, D," he said with a small smile, tugging her closer so he could lean down and brush her lips with his. "If you're prepared to take on me, I think can handle what you throw at me from now on."
"You think you can handle me, huh?" Delia asked with a sly grin before pulling Logan's face down for a real kiss.
It was odd, but she finally felt like she could breathe for the first time in weeks.
Logan's response to that was lost since his mouth was otherwise occupied for a while, and he really didn't have any objection to that. His anxiety melted away as he kissed her, there wasn't any nagging feeling that he was doing something wrong, quite the opposite. It was a relief and showed as he deepened their kiss, letting go of her hands just so he could put his arms around her and bring her against him.
After a little while, he pulled his head back and smirked. "Yes, I think so."