I Want You Too... (On HOLD)

"What do you want from me!" He threw his hands up in frustration.
I paused and turned around to look back at him. "I want someone who will kiss me mid sentence, someone who will greet me in the morning with breakfast in bed...." I paused and let a tear fall. " I want someone who will fight for me..." With that I turned around and walked away. Away from him. Away from the boy I love.

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3. Chapter 3

I don't really know what I regretted most. Going through with this plan or getting into a car with Logan. His hand never stopped trying to touch my thigh, and mine never trying to stop him from doing so. 
Now as we drove around towards my neighborhood in North Carolina, a place I left for a reason, I tested Logan. 

"Brown hair and always needs to check how she looks." I looked over at Logan, patiently waiting for him to reply with a name of a family member. "Your sister Charlotte?" I glanced over at him with a smile pulling at my lips.

"Your correct, but she insists that she should be called Char." I let out a small laugh at Logan, as he ruffled his hair in frustration. I stopped laughing as my street came into view. My family lived in a large house that was on the beginning of a golf course. 

Fall leafs were beginning to fall and the faint color of red was begging ing to show. The sleek black car slowed as it parked in the rounded gravel driveway in front of my parents vacation house. "Remember Logan, your Travis not you." "I got it princess." I glared at him as he sent me a flirty wink. I rolled my eyes and got out of the car.

Logan, as I had instructed him to earlier, grabbed our bags from the back of his car. I started to walk towards the front doors when a cough interrupted me. I looked back with annoyance etching itself into my features. "Don't forget your bag." He smirked and dropped my beautiful grey designer bag that I had gotten earlier this year from my family,onto the gravel. I stomped up to him and grabbed the bag grumbling. I raised my hand to smack his shoulder.

It flew back down when one of the front oak doors opened. "Janie, you made it!" I forced a smile and shoved my bag into Logan's arms, making him struggle to hold everything, before engulfing my mother in a hug. Her brown sweater smelled of nutmeg and a hint of vanilla, just like always. She let me go after noticing Logan for once. 

"You must be Travis! So nice to finally meet you." My mother went to greet him and his eyes went to me pleadingly. I decided to let him suffer by himself and walked into the house. I ran my hand on the cool wooden cabinet, before I entered the family room. To my 'surprise', it was filled with old and new faces. 

Greetings were thrown towards me and I smiled in return. I looked around and noticed Charlotte with her fiancé Harry, or Harold as I liked to call him. She was as usual, checking her hair in the mirror as Harry mingled with guest. 

I decided to skip talking to her and made my way to the kitchen where I knew my father would be. My father was a stout man with a receding hair line and a good sense of humor. He was at work preparing a group of steaks for the grill. When I walked in, he smiled and I kissed his cheek. 

"Baby girl, how are you?" He wrapped his arms around me, carefully not to get the rub on my collared shirt. My dad in my opinion was one of the only people that wasn't insane in this family."Moms trying to kill my boyfriend." He chuckled and smiled at me. "She's just excited Jane."  I sat on the stool for a while, before I remembered about Logan being here. 

I quickly hurried out of the kitchen and sighed as he met me in the doorway. "Well someone looks happy to see me." He smiled down at me and crossed his arms. I chose to ignore his comment"Who have you met so far?" "Umm....." He placed his hand on his chin as if he was deep in thought. "Your aunt Linda, and your grandmother who can't keep her hands off my cheeks. I've always known I was Irresistible." I giggled at his comment, which seemed to make him smile. 

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Dinner was a whole other story. As my sister was bragging about her grand trip to Paris, Logan was busy with his own agenda. He would keep trying to slip his hand between my legs and into my skirt and I would stop him by stepping on his foot or smacking his side. He would just chuckle quietly at my reactions.

I could barely concentrate. I picked up my glass of water and started to drink it. Logan poked my side, causing me to start to choke. He placed his hand on my shoulder as everyone's attention was placed on me. "Are you alright Jane?" He tried to make his voice sound worried, but I could see straight through it.

I pushed my chair back from the table and it caused a screech. "Excuse me." I sent a glare at Logan, before turning on the heels of my flats and walking out. I guess now was the best time to put my clothing away. 

I made my way up the stairs, to what used to be my room when I was on vacation. The pale blue walls still looked the same as they did years ago. My photographs of the world outside of my house, were still reached to the wall. I took down one of me with the camera up to my eye, looking in the mirror. 

I use to think I was a real photographer back then. I still do, stubbornly. I placed it back where it was and unzipped my bag that lay on the bed. My sweaters,dresses, and other certain shirts were placed on one half of the closet, while the rest of my clothing were placed in the dresser on the right side of the room. 

Exhausted, I fell back onto the soft mattress. Sadly, I hadn't taken my shower yet and I dragged myself to the door. The hot water from the shower head helped sloth my muscles. I rubbed over the faded busies from Travis and finally the tears that I had held, fell. I sat on the  bottom of the tub and huddled my legs against my chest under the water.

A knock sounded from the door and I jumped. "Jane hurry before you take all the hot water." I glared at the door through the glass door of the shower. "Jerk." I whispered this to myself and shut off the water. I dried myself off and dressed in shorts and a oversized shirt. 

"All yours." I wave my arm towards the door of the now steamy bathroom. "Finally." He mumbled under his breath. I rolled my eyes at him and opened my mouth. A smirk appeared on my lips. "By the way, your sleeping on the floor!" He slammed the door in response and I giggled, settling myself into the cozy bed.

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