Summertime in Paris

Poker

"she make her own luck,
she don't give a fuck,
she trynna have fun, take a break from the love."

~Poker~

Okay, I should go.
No, I'll seem needy.
But I overreacted, I should apologise.
I can just tell him tomorrow.
Ugh, but I can't sleep.
He's probably not even awake.
It's not even midnight yet.
Will that just feed his ego?
No-

"Ah, fuck it." I groaned, jumping from my bed, pausing my thoughts.

I was having an argument with myself about whether I should go up to Logan's room and apologise for the way I snapped at him or just tell him tomorrow.
I chose the first option.

When I got to his room, I knocked quietly twice and got no answer. I knocked much louder the third time and heard some noises from inside his room.

The door opened, revealing Logan who had his mouth full of pasta. He had sauce all over his face and wasn't even able to speak from the amount of spaghetti's that were on his mouth.

I laughed at the view. He was so adorable.

"Is there a time of the day when you're not eating?" I teased.

He swallowed the food. "Nope." He replied, licking his lips.

He would have usually smiled, or smirked. Or say something funny. This time, it was just a simple 'nope'.

"Can I come in?"
He nodded, moving aside.

"Looks good." I said when I was greeted with the view of a bowl of pasta, my favorite food ever.

"Do you want to join me?" He said, not staring directly at me.

I shook my head, patting my stomach. "Nah, I'm full."

As delicious as this hotel made their pasta, I had too much ice cream just 10 minutes ago.

We fell into an awkward silence after that.

"I came to apologize for the way I acted earlier today. I was a total brat."

"No, you weren't. It's fine." He said, wiping his mouth.

"Uh, yes I was." I chuckled nervously. "You were just checking on me, and I snapped."

"Laura-"

"It was nothing personal really, I just threw my anger at you."

"You don't have to apologize."

He continued. "If anyone should apologize, it's me. I stuffed my nose in your business."

I shook my head. "You were just being nice."

"Let's drop this." He chuckled.

"Yeah." I laughed along.

"I'm sorry about your watch, tho. Savannah told me how much you cared for it." He said after handing me a soda.

"Meh. It was just a watch." I shrugged, pretending to be unbothered.

"Yeah but the person behind it..." He trailed off.
I knew he wasn't gonna let this Aaron thing go.

I looked up at him. "I don't care about him."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and I have magical wings." He commented sarcastically.

My jaw dropped. "Shut up!"

"What?" He threw his hands up in the air. "You know I'm right."

"You're wrong. I don't care about him." I repeated.