Just Say You're Not Into It.
12
Logan's Point of View
I sat at the kitchen counter listening to her screaming James' name. It'd been this way for a week now. Her and James being sickeningly cute. I hated it, but there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I just kept reminding myself that was my bestfriend's little sister. I can't touch her; Even though James seemed to overlook that rule. I tried to focus on my Physics project, but I couldn't. I couldn't get her out of my head.
Her eyes.
Her smile.
The sound of her voice.
The cuts on her body.
The way she looks when she cries,
when she sleeps.
Everything.
But most of all, I couldn't stop thinking about that kiss.
I sat at the kitchen counter listening to her screaming James' name. It'd been this way for a week now. Her and James being sickeningly cute. I hated it, but there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I just kept reminding myself that was my bestfriend's little sister. I can't touch her; Even though James seemed to overlook that rule. I tried to focus on my Physics project, but I couldn't. I couldn't get her out of my head.
Her eyes.
Her smile.
The sound of her voice.
The cuts on her body.
The way she looks when she cries,
when she sleeps.
Everything.
But most of all, I couldn't stop thinking about that kiss.