Bonus- Kristens planned Date- Part 1

"Dress fancy, or formally, never mind they practically mean the same thing."

Logan laughed, "ok I'll put myself in a tux."

"Ouhhh, I really wanna see that!"

"The tux or my ripped muscles that will show through?" I can hear the amusement in his voice.

I giggle, "Both."

"I think your leaning more toward the muscles."

"Maybe."

"Also how do you feel about air?"

"Umm, I'm grateful for it or else I wouldn't be able to breathe an-"

"No dummy, how do you feel about being in the air?"

"Oh, fine I guess why?"

"Just cause, bring some extra clothes to."

"And be ready at 4am please!" I add quickly.

"What? That's way to ear-" I hang up on him and throw my phone on my bed.

I head towards my closet, taking out the dress I had bought last week.

I had always wanted to do this type of thing and when Logan said I can plan the next date, I already knew I wanted to do this.

Although it does cost a lot of money, i think it's worth it, and I certainly hope he does to.

I put the dress back up on the hanger and and walk back towards my bed, hitting the light on the way.

I plop on my bed and see Logan has texted me, complaining about me hanging up on him.

Suck it up, butter cup. And sent.

I plug my phone in and turn to the other side, hoping to fall asleep even though I know my brain is gonna think of things that have no matter at all in my life.

———

"Good morning sunshine." I smile at Logan as he walks out of his house grumpily.

"Hey." He groans out.

"Why are you wearing your tux?" I mean he looked hot in it but he didn't have to wear it right now.

"You said to dress formally."

"Ya, But not yet. Go take it off and pack it."

He lets out an tired/angry groan and stomps back up his driveway, leaving his door open and stomping all the way up the stairs.

Dramatic much?

After waiting a few minutes he reappears wearing a yellow hoodie that I So wanna take, (yes I'm that girlfriend) and with grey sweats on that made him looking amazing.

I see in his hand he has the same bag and an extra one this time, I'm guessing he put his tux in that one.

He hops in the car throwing the bags in the back, literally, he pulls his hood up to the point where only the front of his hair is showing.

He looked cute.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Your just soooooo cute." I say stretching the o.

He rolls his eyes playfully and a smile makes his face light up.

I smile to and he finally looks at me, his smile growing wider when he does.

Logan leans over the consul, leaning closer to my face. My eyes close on instinct and I start to lean in to, meeting him halfway.

Suddenly his arm slipped and his elbow pressed into the horn making it honk and making me jump in the seat, bumping my head into his.

"Ow."

We both then burst into laughter, and oh my god, his laugh is my cure to depression, (I don't have it).

But he comes back and kisses me this time being careful of the horn.

———

We're currently in the airport and our flight has been delayed 2 hours.

No one else is here at the moment apart from the staff and a few stragglers.

So to cure our boredom, we were currently taking pictures from afar that get our whole bodies in the picture and funny videos like Logan cartwheeling and me trying to back flip.

Yes we were having a great time.

At one point, about an hour ago before our flight got delayed, we had bought 4 water bottles and did and try not to laugh thing, ya he got soaking wet making him change his yellow hoodie to a deep green one.

And let me tell you, it looks even better.

But right now we were looking through the food choices even though neither of us are hungry.

"Wait Logan." He turns around at his name. "Let's go in there." I pint towards one of those gift shop things where you can buy things for your flight.

"Ok." He walks back towards me and we go into the shop, looking at anything and everything.

After about ten minutes, he said we should both get one of those miniature journals so we can write about the trip in it and I agreed.

He picked a pink one, and I chose a deep green one because not only was he wearing the colour and it was slowly becoming my favourite colour (it already is), but it would also remind me that he wore that specific colour.

Ok I only picked it so I remember to steal the hoodie when we get back.

Just kidding.

Just as we're about to pay for the journals, something caught my eye.

I stoped and looked at it before grabbing it and paying for it along with the journals.

"Flight 43 has arrived." The intercom said.

"That's us."

We rush towards the boarding after getting checked and he pat down, handsy guys those people were.

We're walking in the tunnel to get to the airplane when a lady dressed in the airport uniform stops us.

"Are you Kristen?" I nod my head.

"Great, first class is this way and I'll escort you."

"Thank you."

Just as I'm about to take a step forward, Logan grabs the upper part of my arm and stops me.

"Yes."

"Did she say first class?"

"Ya why?"

"And you paid for this?"

"Ya why?"

"Why didn't you just ask me to pay for it?"

"Ya why? Wait, no that's incorrect. Umm because it was my turn and I didn't want you to practically be the sugar daddy in our relationship."

He chuckles a bit, then sobers up, "but I know your living conditions and I know you need that money."

"It's fine, remember the money I won, this is coming from that, now let's go."

I grab his wrist, not too hard, not wanting to break his wrist, and drag him forward hoping to catch up with the nice lady.

He lets me pull him along as we get a glimpse as the lady and I rush a bit more, but she suddenly stops and I crash right into her back. She almost falls to the ground but she catches herself before she can.

She looks at me with wide eyes.

"Sorry, just a little over excited."

"Um here is your cabin." She points to the little cabin that has two small beds, a tv and a little space for hand bags.

"Thank you." I flash her a smile and she rushes to leave.

As soon as she does I push Logan ahead of me and into the Cabin. He falls face first into the first bed.

"Move your fat but over or I get the other side."

He doesn't make a move to push over so I climb over him "accidentally" jabbing my knee into his leg, giving him a Charlie horse.

He groans and sends me a childish glare. I smile a sweet innocent smile his way and throw my bag into the open space.

"Sorry." Not Sorry.

"Better be."

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