She said hey. Like a friend.
She's outside in her freakin' pajamas! Don't start backing out now.
But she's acting like a friend.
Well, that's the impression you gave her. She admits love, you run off. You think she wants to scare you away as soon as you've walked back in?
Probably, not. But I wouldn't.
She doesn't know that.
Right. Aw, hell. Silence.
Say hi.
"Hey, yourself, kid."
Oh, that was smooth. Now look at her face.
What's wrong? What did I say?
You called her kid.
Dammit…
Hurry, make up for it.
Like how?
Like you need to talk…
"Hey, Marie…umm, you got a minute?"
"Of course, Logan."
See, first hurdle accomplished.
God, now she's watching me.
She's waiting to see where you will go.
Go?
To talk.
Right. What's wrong with right here?
Nothing, but then you better start talking.
"Marie…I…I didn't mean to run out on you like that."
Didn't "mean" to? Just say it, pussy.
"I mean I'm sorry for running again. I shouldn't have."
Very good.
What's that spark in her eyes?
Haven't you ever noticed it before?
Yeah, sometimes, so?
That's hope.
Oh, shit.
Come on, Logan, keep going.
"But out there on the road, I did a lot of thinking—"
About what?
"—About what you said the other day."
"Yeah, me too."
"Oh, you go first."
Don't you dare, she's about to recant because that is what she thinks you want to hear.
"Wait! Dammit, sorry, I mean, let me have my piece first."
Okay, she is going to wait patiently for you, now spill.
"I liked Jean—"
That's not how you should have started.
Shut it and let me finish. "I liked Jean, but not any more than a friend. I thought I did but all I was doing was trying to keep my mind occupied from wandering elsewhere to the girl I really liked."
You're losing her again.
"I understand, Logan…that's why—"
"I don't think you do, Marie."
Go on, say it…say it.
"I love you." Oh God, she isn't saying anything.
Give her a minute.
No, I fucked up. I lost my chance that day. I should've let her go first.
Shut up and listen, she's talking to you.
Huh…?
"…But I thought when you ran, you didn't feel the same way."
Now, be entirely fucking honest.
Why?
Otherwise, she will see through it and walk out on your ass.
"I thought so too. But I started thinking, and arguing with myself out on the road. I thought that you were just a good friend. I guess, I kinda made you that way otherwise I would have had to face the truth. Part of that not facing the truth was running after Jean. And I kept thinking to myself that you were too young, I was too old, I didn't have anything to give you, you really did just have a crush on me, hero worship, and good intentions, and everything. And…and…I thought I would lose you too…"
Where are you going? Don't get too emotional…
"But then you told me all those things, and that one line, that line about innocence and friends, and passion made me finally realize what I was hiding from. So I skipped out. Still lying to myself…"
Did you really just finally admit that?
"But I couldn't hide from it any longer."
"Logan…I…I don't know what to say."
"Just give me a chance."
"Oh, Logan."
She's going to say no.
Just look at her face, is that a no face?
"You always have another chance. That's what love is."
Now…oh wait you are already hugging her. And a pickup/spin too, very suave.
"Come inside, Logan."
"In a minute…Marie."
"You can still call me 'kid' just as long as it means something different now."
"It does."
Well, you did it.
I did, didn't I?
And you thought it was impossible.
Now what?
Keep talking, keep touching.
That's easy.
Keep it that way.
Good.
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Story Notes:
This is taking place entirely inside Logan's head. There is no third person involved, and no, Logan does not need to be admitted in the loony bin for this. We've all done it at sometime or another. Please read Running Argument and Returning Argument in that order first.