You Belong With Me

Chapter 7 // Marker On Paper

I was still leaning against my bedroom door, looking around my room for anything to distract my racing mind as it filled my thoughts up with memories that made me want to cry.

That's when I noticed my window curtain was open, and surprisingly, for the first time since our new neighbors have moved here, the mysterious window that looked straight into my room and vise-versa, was open as well, the curtains drawn back.

I walked up to my bed, sitting on it criss-crossed as I tried to figure out what room I would be looking at every time I opened my curtains - that is if their curtains are ever opened again.

All of a sudden, a blonde headed figure made their way out of one of the doors that I assumed was a walk-in closet.

That's when I realized that figure was staring straight back at me - and not only that, but it was Logan.

My eyes widened at the discovery, my body freezing in place, feeling awkward - especially now that this is the second time he has caught me staring at him within the last two weeks.

I said a silent prayer as he made his way closer to the window, turning his head a couple inches to the side with a look of confusion on his face.

"Uh, hi?" I squeaked out, until remembering he can't hear me due to the glass barrier.

I looked around for a second with an object in mind, not being able to find what I'm looking for with the pile of clothes, books, and other nic-nacs spread out around my room.

I looked back up to see him still staring at me, but now with a smile on his face, looking slightly amused.

I held up a finger as if to say 'give me a second' as I got up from my bed, opening a couple of drawers.

Eventually I found an empty sketchbook and whiteboard marker that I hoped wasn't dried out and jogged back to the window, beginning to write.

"Hi." is what I finally decided to go with after twirling the marker in my hand for a few seconds, not knowing what else to say.

It wasn't much, but I was at a loss for words and was feeling very vulnerable after getting caught staring twice, so naturally my response was a little awkward.

I held it up for him to read, to which his smile widened as he left the window abruptly.

I thought at first that he was going to come back, maybe with a notepad of his own.

But after a couple of minutes with no Logan in sight, I was beginning to think that he just thought I was weird and decided to leave, which - thanks to my insecurities - I was convinced was the situation at hand.

I got up to close the curtain, feeling stupid and more awkward than I've ever felt before, when I suddenly saw him re-enter the room, this time holding a marker and notebook similar to mine.

My eyes widened, actually surprised that he really was just getting something to write with.

I began realizing that I was just overthinking and told myself to be more confident.

Although, I think we all know there is a very big difference between saying something and actually doing something.

And I, my friends, are a sayer of things, not a doer of things.

"Hey. So, what are you up to? You know, other than staring at me...again ; )" I read, noticing him smirking at me in a playful manner.

I felt my face warm as I stared down at my notepad, turning the page as I tried to come up with something to say.

"Okay, I can explain the whole 'staring at you' thing. I just happened to be looking, you know, and then you like, walked in and saw me looking. It's not as bad as it looks, okay! I didn't even know you were there!" I wrote out frantically, holding it up for him to read.

I saw his shoulders shake and mouth open as he let out a laugh that I couldn't quite hear, sounding muffled and quiet.

"Okay, I'll believe you this time." he wrote, wearing a mischievous smile.