I'm a Broken Record

"Emmaline, I really am sorry" he said. Like that'll make me feel better. "Save it. I'm done. All anyone does is use me." I was crying now. Why does this always happen to me? I, Emmaline Rose Davies, am a broken record.

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I woke up the next noting and got up to make breakfast. Instead, I find breakfast already made, with a smiling blonde boy waiting for me. "Good morning, Em." He says. "Oh, so do you live here now?" I joke. He laughs.

"Nope. Your door is always unlocked. Even if it were locked, I can pick locks." He laughs. "Thanks. Good to know, if any robberies happen around here, it's due to you." I roll my eyes. "Now eat the delicious breakfast!" He declares. I laugh and we sit down to eggs and bacon.

"You're not from around here, are you?" I ask. "No ma'am. I'm from the United States. This little place called Birmingham, Alabama." I nod. "I like your accent. I can't have a british accent if I try." He laughs.

"I can do an American accent." I tell him. "Oh really? Show me." He smirks. I do an impression of this actress, Shailene Woodley. "I'm a grenade. One day, I'm going to blow up, and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?" I don't remember the words, spot on, but that's the best I can do.

"The Fault In Our Stars." He smiles. "Yep. My favorite movie, at the moment." I pop a grape into my mouth. "Well, instead of Hazel and Augustus, I've got a love story for you." Logan says. "Oh really?" I question.

"You and me. I like you, Emmaline Davies."  He smiles. "Logan, I'm not ready for a relationship." I explain, and he holds up a finger.

"I wasn't asking you on a date, I was informing you of a very important fact." He smiles and walks out the door, my eyes following his every move.

 

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