Dear girls, this is how I say goodbye to you and this blog, and say hello to the real world. Thank you for reading :)

Dear little boy blue, 

It’s wondrous how things change. Don’t be sad. I am not. These tears you see on my cheeks are wistful tears.  They don’t hurt, they just remember. They are welcoming. Don’t let changes fool you, for they are not sad endings like others make them seem, but beginnings. For new things, new adventures. 

I loved you, very much. I used to think we would grow, make babies with love, fill corners with memories instead of furniture, hold hands all the way to the end. I remember looking at your sweet, sleeping face, out of breath, certain my insides would explode from so much love, ready to welcome a saccharine death. I think you loved me, too- no, I know you loved me, too. But things have changed in me. And I want more than just a few days a year, more than maybe-today’s, see-you-soon’s. 

Here are our pictures, our records. You are free to do with them as you wish. I did not have the heart to destroy them, but I don’t want them here. I want to come clean. They don’t concern me anymore. You caused me so much happiness, and so much pain. Our days filled with laughter, our nights filled with precious silences. The algebra of our days apart, summing-up with time, dividing with impatience, the limit to infinite. I did the math to predict our future, my answer came negative. You made me hate cellphones and e-mails, and minutes, and seconds, and distances.

But I don’t blame you, don’t worry. I blame circumstances, and ours were not kind. The warm afternoons on your bed, our fingers whispering secrets to each other’s skin, car rides with Bon Iver playing in the background, they all got buried, pulled down, drowned by the weight of distance, of things more bitter than sweet. I’m sorry I gave you up. 

There is this big eraser inside my mind, and when you appear, an eye, an arm, your lips…it erases, harshly, quickly, angrily, no matter how many times you are drawn by my heart. Hopefully one day, you’ll only be marks, left by the pressure of the hand. Please forget me, for I will forget you. Or at least, I will try.

Goodbye,

Your skinny love

My answer:

thank you :)

is that woman behind logan my mother in law?? :O i think it isssss

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someguyandhisguitar:

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this guy is the #1 criminal in the world. and we don’t know him. get to know him, get to know the story.

and make it possible to stop him!

DON’T JUST LIKE IT. LIKES DON’T DO ANYTHING. IT HAS TO BE SPREAD. SO REBLOG IT.

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Wow, I can’t believe I’m actually posting something after all these months. I had a sudden inspiration, and please forgive me for leaving you all hanging…if you’re still there. Anyway, I have to be honest and say that this probably won’t happen again…I just have lost most of my interest in this, and I am now more focused on my real life and the real people in it. Nevertheless, Logan Lerman will always be someone good to write about. That cutie.

No surprises

He observed her walking through the trees sketching the edge of the mountain from his seat on the hood of his car, smooth and shiny, like a black river of liquid charcoal beneath him. The orange glow of the sun at almost twilight shone through the thin fabric of her printed dress, outlining the planes of her body, filtering through the space between her legs, sparkling upon the cotton pink glitter of her oxford shoes. The ice cream held securely on her right hand melted rapidly like mint chocolate chip waterfalls over her fingers. She giggled as she clumsily raced the heat and tried eating the ice cream before the warm sun could turn it into a sticky mess upon her hands, leaving it to waste. It made him smile, how the landscape of the city that he loved hugged in all its liveliness the figure of the girl he loved, painting a background of miniature moving cars and orange roofs for his masterpiece. Yes, she was his.

The little, abandoned hill had become their secret hideout. They had found it on a random drive to the outskirts of Los Angeles, and it had greeted with its different levels and the view of the Hollywood sign that waved back at them with the help of the wind. It might have been a dangerous place to be in, but they didn’t care, and they had spent days and nights of popsicles, stolen cigarettes and kisses on that place. She turned to look at him at the sound of his chuckle and offered him a pirate smile as she licked the ice cream off her fingers.

“What are you doing sitting there, you little teddy bear?” Lu called back to him, her body swaying back and forth on the two rocks she was balancing herself on. “Stop looking cute, and come here, cause I have no idea how I’m getting back there,” she continued, and just as she finished the sentence one of her feet gave away and she lost balance, letting out a small scream. Logan jumped from the hood of his car and rushed towards her, breath hitching on his throat at the thought that she might have fallen. A sigh of relief escaped his body when he realized that she had managed to grab onto the big rock beside her, and he closed his eyes gratefully. She looked at him with an apologetic smile, mixed with what looked like pain, and said. “I’m alright.”

He made his way towards her anyway and helped her move to a safer, more stable place. “Fuck, you scared me,” he began, running his hands across her skin to check for scratches. He looked over the edge of the hill and almost shuddered at the sight of the fall she would have gone through if it not were for the fact that God decided to suddenly provide her with cat-like reflexes. How she managed to get away with only bloody hands was unknown to him.

“Aw, I dropped my ice cream,” she lamented to herself, as she also looked over the edge to the minty mess way down below. He gave her a funny look.

“Are you seriously sad because you dropped the ice cream? That’s how you would look like now if you had held to it.” he said a little annoyed, pointing towards the mangled ice cream cone. She pressed her lips together, fighting a smile and looked away from him.

“Oh, but I didn’t fall.”

“Yes, but you could have. You have to be more careful, Lu,” he replied softly, examining her scratched hands intently. “If you fall, I die.”

She looked up to him and pressed her lips against his just as he said his last words. It took him a few seconds to return the kiss, but did so after the surprise had left him. Lu watched silently as Logan cleaned her hands with a napkin he had in his pocket.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. He couldn’t help but laugh at the situation and a small chuckle left his lips, making her laugh, too. “So…are you taking me to that surprise birthday party you have been planning for me or are we staying here all night?”

“What?!” he exclaimed, looking defeated. “How do you even know?”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t think you brought me here to make time for Dean and your siblings to prepare everything?” she asked, laughing loudly at his pouting face. “You really underestimate me, you know. I might be a little clumsy, but I am very intuitive,” she finished, tapping a finger against her temple to illustrate her intelligence.

“I guess I do underestimate you,” he responded, nodding his head once in agreement and grabbing her wrist, as to not hurt her, to guide her to his awaiting car. She locked her arm with his and held it tightly, smiling brightly.

“No, I’m kidding. I saw when you got a message from Lindsey when you left your phone on the table of the restaurant to go the bathroom. You know how those iPhones tell everything.”

“Great,” he deadpanned; opening the car door for her and making sure she was safely inside. “What did she want?”

“She wanted to know if I preferred chocolate or vanilla ice cream.”

“Did you answer?”

“Of course, mint chocolate.”

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“Teeth! Fangs!”

“Twilight!”

“What? No! I said five words you stupefact!” she exclaimed loudly through spurts of hysterical laughter as she looked at the faces of her confused teammates, and held her hands against her lips to imitate fangs coming out from her top teeth. She then proceeded to depict a big open space with her hands and arms.

“I don’t believe you are allowed to talk, Lu,” said Dean, trying to control his laughter at the tiny girl’s ridiculous attempts to illustrate the movie she was assigned to act out for her team to guess.

“And I don’t believe stupefact is even a word, babe,” added Logan in amusement as he took a sip from his beer, offering his girlfriend a lopsided smile.

She squinted her eyes at him and pressed the tip of her tongue to her top teeth,  “Oh, you shut up, you little…dummy. You four chose the hardest movie to act out on purpose. You took advantage of my inability to act,” she complained, raising a hand to her heart in mock hurt. “How do you even act this?”

“You two can discuss your differences when this is over, time is running, Lu!” urged Lucas as he encouraged her to keep on acting so they could guess and avoid the round of tequila shots waiting patiently on top of the table in front of them. They had already lost four of six rounds, and the effects of the alcohol in their blood began to announce its presence in the way they talked and moved.

Lulu continued galloping around the room and shaking her hair at them. Logan observed, doubled in laughter, as she miserably tried to help her team, his enemies, guess the movie Dean and him so carefully came up with. The fairy lights on the tops of the windows of her small apartment danced around her eyes and pretty smile as she laughed maniacally at the stupid things her teammates shouted out. Her very unfeminine, loud laugh made him smile broader and shake his head harder. He wondered how such a sound could come out of such a tiny body while she crouched in laughter and eventually rolled around the floor. He adored her, all of her, way too long extremities and unladylike behavior included. He didn’t mind if she didn’t own a blowdryer or any eyeshadow, or if she snuggled him to death on nights he slept over, depriving him of any sleep; he adored her.

“Time’s up!” announced Cooper when the kitchen timer in the shape of a pig began ringing to denote their defeat. A loud bang of boo’s and grunts rang inside the tiny living room. Lulu hung her head. Lindsey stood up from the couch and wrapped her arm around her comfortingly as she glared at the opposing team.

“It was ‘Where The Wild Things Are’,” said Lulu.

“I would have never guessed that in my life.”

“Not with that rolling around,” Dean pointed out.

“Shut up.”

“Yeah, it was unfair, you guys know English is not my first language,” said Lulu matter-of-factly.

“Oh, come on! That’s the least of your problems,” said Dean mockingly, pointing his finger at her with a wicked look on his face, which made Lulu laugh.

“What-e-ver,” she mocked back, jutting her hips from side to side in rhythm with her syllables, as she walked towards their side of the room to regain the little piggy kitchen timer. She tucked her chin-length, straight dark hair behind both her ears with her dainty fingers and smiled cheekily at her sweet-faced boyfriend before snatching the timer from his hand. “I made you laugh.”

“That you did,” agreed Lucas, who wrapped his arm around his new girlfriend, who sat beside him in all her blonde, stunning glory. “Okay guys, one last movie and we’re gone. I don’t think I’ll be able to drive if we lose five more times.”

“Oh, but you guys can all stay here,” Lulu offered hopefully, not wanting them to go. “Diana’s room is free and I’m sure we can make it cozy here, too.”

“Aw, thank you, hon, but I don’t think my sweet, little brother will be very fond of that idea,” said Lindsey gratefully.

“Oh, yes, he will,” Lulu answered back, looking at her boyfriend for support.

“No, actually, I’m not,” Logan disagreed plainly. She looked at him in disbelief, but he just gave her a lopsided smile and a small wink.

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Lulu closed the door behind her after she gave her final goodbyes and thank you’s to their friends. She walked to the kitchen to find her sweet, forget-me-not boy shaking a trash bag to open it. His eyes wide and innocent, and bright blue against the kitchen light. His button-up, flannel shirt did nothing but bring out his eyes more, and make him look all soft and cute, and snuggly in Lulu’s eyes, so she puckered her lips, unable to resist. Grabbing a Hershey Kiss from the kitchen counter, she dragged her slipper-covered feet playfully towards Logan who smiled at her lovingly. Once in front of him, she popped the small chocolate inside his mouth and pressed her lips softly against his. She continued to plant small kisses to his mouth, but he kept it closed firmly, teasing her as he finished the chocolate; both their eyes open, laughing at each other. Lulu wrinkled her nose in fake annoyance and turned away from him when he failed to kiss her back. Before she could completely turn, Logan wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her against his body as he attacked her neck with kisses, tickling her, making her squirm and laugh loudly in his arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as she tried to catch her breath. Her smile was wide and happy. The sound of her iPod playing softly in the background, and the boy in her arms, made her feel giddy and warm inside. He tucked her hair behind her ears and pressed a small kiss on the tip of her nose. Lu hugged him to her body tightly, burying her face inside the crook of his neck, sighing softly. He returned her hug with equal enthusiasm, and felt the heaviness of what he was about to do press against his chest. He knew she was sad, gloomy because she had not been able to spend her birthday with her family and all her friends back home. He could have sworn he had heard her sniffle and her voice break when she talked to her mom over the phone earlier that day. He hoped that what he was about to give her made her as happy as the sole thought of it made him.

“I can’t believe I’m twenty-two already. I feel like an old lady.”

“You’re crazy.”

“22 was the number of the first house my parents ever bought together. It was also the number of candles inside the apartment where I first met you.”

“Well, it must be the best number in the world, then,” he whispered softly, smiling into her hair. Lulu was the smartest, most observant girl he head ever met in his life, and she didn’t even notice. He loved how years of reading books and newspapers made her know everything and nothing, even the most insignificant facts, the smallest details. He loved how she remembered things such as the number of candles on what he considered one of the best days of his life. “Hey, I’ve got you something.”

“More? But you already gave me this party!”

“So? It wasn’t only me…this is from me to you, mine only,” he retorted as he let go of her body to retrieve a small treasure chest from the kitchen table, placing it on her waiting fingers. It looked old, like something out from the mystery books she read religiously. Its sides were worn, and the dark, wine-colored leather had small scratches upon its surface. She weighed it in her hands and brought it to her ear, shaking it lightly against it, but no sound came from it. Lu looked at him with curiosity swimming in her brown eyes.

“Open it, already,” he said exasperatedly, wiping his hands on his pants. She sensed nervousness in his voice and gave him a confused look.

“What is it, Logan?” she demanded.

“Just open it, Lu.”

Pursing her lips, Lu brought the small chest to the level of her face. Her slender fingers carefully opened the small latch that held it closed and slowly, almost tortuously, opened it. Logan closed his eyes, and all he could hear was the soft gasp that escaped Lu’s lips. He opened them slowly and met her questioning gaze.

A thin, silver band with a modest sapphire and two diamonds on each side of it rested comfortably inside the box. Everyone back home knew she wanted a sapphire not a diamond. They had known, and she knew exactly what it was for.

“Lu,” he began, nervously liking his lips. “I know you think we’re too young. No, I know we might be a little too young, and that you think we haven’t been together long enough for this, but…but I, I just…I don’t know how to explain it, but I just know it. I just know that you are meant for me and I am meant for you. I’ve known it even before I ever talked to you and saw you smiling to that asshole with the tattoos, and I thought you would never think the same. Hell, I know it everyday, especially when you tell me things like how there were 22 candles in the apartment where we first met. When we go to concerts together and you hold my hand when a great song is being played and we sing it together, and when you make me dance when I don’t want to, but you manage to make me have fun. I know it when I am away filming and I have to kiss other girls and all I want is you. I just don’t see the point in waiting anymore when there will be no one else, even when we’re only 22, and I know you feel it, too. We don’t have to have kids or anything like that, but I’ve never felt so ready to do something in my life—“

“Yes,” she breathed, almost inaudibly.

“I don’t ca— What?” he interrupted himself incredulously.

“Yes,” she said more loudly, after swallowing hard.

“But you didn’t even let me ask you.”

“Do you want me to say no or what?”

“No, no, yes is good,” he chuckled nervously. Logan smiled widely, contagious and inviting, making her smiled widely, too. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and started jumping around the room.

“Stop! You’re choking me!” she exclaimed, laughing hysterically.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized, cupping her face between his hands and looking at her shining eyes. “Thank you. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I know I won’t,” she replied. He pressed his lips tightly against hers and they kissed giddily like horny teenagers. They parted so Logan could slip the ring on her finger, and together they admired how it shone blue against the kitchen light. “I can’t believe my sneaky mom knew and didn’t say anything. I mean, I talked to her just hours ago.”

“Yeah, well, not all my accomplices are silly and ruin my surprises.”

“I love you,” Lu said, smiling brightly. The light in her eyes telling him that he had done the right thing.

“I love you, too, baby,” he offered back, more sincerely than ever. “Happy birthday.”

elle-atfirstsight:

This is the very short prologue to my new fiction. It has been a while since I’ve ventured into this territory and I hope that it’ll be a brave and valiant attempt. It’s written in more of a dramatic prose than any of the other pieces I’ve written before and I hope you all will give it a read, give it a review, and give it a reblog.

This story is written in a series style with the prologue and then Part I will be ‘Letters to the stars’ and each part will compose of multi-chapters and probably a different perspective.

This is hopefully then all interlock together to form a great, romantic web, and I humbly thank you all for getting caught in it with me.

Without further ado, I present to you a first look into: ‘Momentos’.

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Her writing is like magic, hard to believe it’s real.

Hey guys, 

I just wanted to let you know that it might take me a while to update again…maybe even until the middle of december. Things are getting crazy with school and life overall, so yeah…I’m sorry, but I think it’s best if I focus on real life right now, and when winter break comes I’ll bombard you with fantasy. =)

Thank you!

My answer:

Thank you pretty! Thank you for always reviewing! You are the best!

My answer:

Oh wow, that is so lovely of you. I think it is one of the nicest things anyone has ever said about my writing. You made me super happy. Thank you so much!

I know this is kind of a filler chapter, not much happens, but I just wanted to make more character development for Logan…and set the beginning of their relationship.

Chapter 2 

She told them about directions, about how they were intelligent to have, but terribly boring. That when you go on a journey, any journey, you should always burn your maps when leaving approaches, because there are far better things to see than the places described on colorful pamphlets and touristic websites. She explained how to get lost without feeling lost. She said that life leaves evidences, evidences of earlier lives that had been there once and where you have been before, too, lives with identical destinations and paths to follow, so you can never be really lost, if you know where to look. 

She recommended acting like they were part of the landscape, and not tourists. That sometimes you should lie and say you have lived there forever, and you have to believe it, and so others believe it, and so you learn. And that when you feel lonely and lost four times in a row in one single place, then you must leave, for it is a sign that you don’t belong there. Luna talked about belonging as if it was a very complex concept; she compared it to growing up, that when you are gone, the more time passes by the more you feel like you belong to the place you thought you didn’t belong to, like a teenager that at first feels foreign in her body, but as she grows, her voice, and soul, and feelings, and thoughts, fit themselves in every corner of it, and then she belongs. Logan wondered if Luna had ever felt like she belonged somewhere, because he had always felt like he belonged in his home, in his body.

And when Logan looked at Luna he believed she belonged there forever, stroking her ink stained fingers, tucking hair behind her ears, with the California sun reflected on her round-framed shades. He imagined her as a part of the landscape. Not of the over-crowded theme park they were in of course, but from the California landscapes outside the city of Los Angeles. Not a mountain, because mountains are rough and hard and bulky, and Luna Cortazar was soft and smooth and dainty, and oh, so nice. So he settled for the moon, and he found it more than fitting. Beautiful, and feminine, with an air of innocence, that travels around places, come night and come morning, but always leaving a trail.  

He walked behind her and his brother, and smiled as Luna threw her head back in laughter while Lucas made fun of the embarrassing episode she had had on one of the attractions and she loudly regretted wearing a dress to an amusement park. She looked over her shoulder and beamed at him, motioning him to come over with her head and spreading her arm wide open to welcome him beside her. He happily obliged and shyly placed his arm around her waist. She smelled like berries, sun block and old books. Lucas, much to his dismay, understood this as an opportunity to wrap his arm around her, too, and hop around while singing ‘The Wizard of Oz’. Luna tuned her face to look at Logan, and stopped abruptly. She moved to stand before him, and reached very carefully to brush her fingers against the skin just below his right eye. His body tensed instantly at her touch, and for a second he could have sworn his heart stopped beating.

“Eyelash,” she said quietly, almost to herself. She carefully pinched it between her thumb and index finger to remove it, and brought it to her eyes for inspection, smiling softly. “Make a wish.”

One doesn’t have to be a genius to guess what Logan wished for. Neither to know what it did to his heart when she moved her finger close to his lips after he guessed in which one of them it was, or the way she looked into his eyes as he blew softly upon it. He thought that if he had been his brother, he would have grabbed her hand and kissed it, or perhaps even leaned forward to kiss her berry lips, and Luna would have kissed him back, running the tips of her ink-stained fingers against the back of his neck, sighing softly into his mouth. But Luna grabbed his arm, instead, before he could even finish the fantasy, and dragged him along with her as Lucas pointed out that they were close to the roller coaster he claimed was the scariest roller coaster she would ever encounter in her entire life. 

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Lucas asked as they squinted at the silhouette of the attraction in the distance, getting bigger and bigger as they walked nearer, like the large mountains Luna would emerge from at dusk on the fields of Logan’s mind. “I don’t want crying or pukey girls all over me when it’s finished.”

“Oh, I’m terrified,” she said, squeezing Logan’s arm a little bit tighter, “but I can’t let that stop me.”

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Soon enough, in less than ten hours of knowing her, Luna Cortazar had Logan Lerman thinking about lyrics for potential love songs, and had turned his moments with her into the film footage of his memory. Luna throwing her head back in laughter, Luna stroking her ink-stained fingers, Luna tucking hair behind her ear, Luna running towards the attractions, Luna and her potty mouth, Luna spilling water all over her dress and laughing about it, Luna behind the flash of her disposable camera, the light reflecting in her eyes in a myriad of colors once it had gone dark. Luna walking towards the soda fountain with burgundy lips, looking back at them mischievously, while drinking the remains of the soda from a red straw.

“You might as well just drop down on your knee and ask her to marry you right now, you know, just to save us all some suffering,” Lucas pointed out as he threw a fry into his mouth and observed his brother’s eye stare longingly at the girl. Logan’s soft smiled faded and he glared at his brother while turning his whole body away from Luna’s direction.

“Shut up,” he murmured, placing his forearms on the small table where they sat in Downtown Disney. Logan played with his fingers anxiously, and looked over his shoulder to see her talking to a tall blonde guy as she refilled her drink. Something hot and acid churned in his stomach. “Is it very obvious?” he asked, a worried frown painting his moonlight forehead.

“I’m a afraid that…yes, it is,” his brother replied, chuckling at Logan’s blushing face. He patted him softly on the shoulder to reassure him and added, “I don’t think she minds, though, it looks like she is used to it. I mean, seriously, she is like this human magnet, even hot girls send lovesick looks towards her and she’s quiet average looking, if you don’t mind me saying. She reminds me of Lolita, sweet yet…”

“Stop your literary analysis, Lucas, she’s walking back.”

“Seriously, though, bro,” Lucas insisted. “You should ask her out, you look like a lovesick puppy.”

“I don’t want to ruin it…” he trailed off, nervously bouncing his knees as he saw her approaching, wishing his brother would shut up.

“The only times you’ve ruined it are when you don’t act upon your desires, Logan. You always make that mistake, the girl you like always get snatched before you eve-“

“What girl?” asked Luna curiously as she placed her drink upon the table and gathered her seat. Lucas smirked devilishly and Logan ran his tongue against his top lip, his nostrils lightly flaring in annoyance.

“Oh, just Logan’s love at first sight, and he doesn’t dare to tell her. He never tells them, that’s the problem, and is always left alone in the end. Seriously Luna, you have to see how he pathetically looks at her-”

“Aw, shut up, Lerman. It’s not pathetic, I think it’s sweet,” she cooed, and placing her hand over Logan’s sweaty ones. “What does your body tell you?”

“Huh?” Logan replied in confusion, blushing furiously as her hands touched his. 

“When you see her…what does your body tell you?” she rephrased. Logan gave her a confused look, and when he didn’t seem to find the words to answer, she elaborated, “The body is very wise, Logan. It always knows. When you feel unconformable or in doubt, always trust your body. If it feels right to persuade her, then do it, if not…let it be.”

“So, if I have a sudden urge in my lower regions to lock myself in a bathroom stall with that girl over there, does it mean I should act upon it?” Lucas asked as his eyes did a once over of a gorgeous blonde on the table next to theirs.

“You probably should,” Luna answered to shut him up. “It looks like she’s the type that would say yes.”

Without further motivation from Luna, Lucas walked over to the girl and left her chuckling, her eyes closed in disbelief and head shaking in disapproval. Logan smiled at his brother to humor her, but quickly turned his face to look at her. She met his eyes halfway and offered him a bright, encouraging smile. Her nose wrinkled cutely as she reached forward to fix one of his eyebrows. How could a girl like her ever want him?

“What if she says no?” he whispered, with a voice full of insecurity. He didn’t mind, he didn’t feel like he had to hide from her. 

“Then she’s really, truly, fucking stupid,” she stated very seriously. “You are cool and a sweet boy, Logan. Probably the most decent guy I have met in a while, and believe me, I have met many,” she guaranteed, nodding her head with wide eyes. Did that mean that she liked him? Did she realize she was calling herself stupid? Then again, he hadn’t asked her anything yet, thus she didn’t know it was her. ‘Of course she didn’t,’ he thought to himself, ‘she’s just known you for ten hours, and she’s different, and beautiful, and interesting, and the kind of girl that never likes you.’ She probably thought of him as a cute, little boy, although he would be her same age in three weeks. She rested her chin on her hand, letting out a loud sigh and squinting her eyes at him. “You make me wonder, you know. There’s no reason for you to feel insecure, you could have any girl you wanted. You’re Logan Lerman, for fuck’s sake. I can feel the daggers 90% of the population of girls sitting here are sending my way.”

But I want you, Luna Cortazar.

“Now you do know I’m a celebrity,” he chuckled, dropping his eyes back to his hands. 

“Oh, come on. Did you really expect me not to do some research on you after you told me who you were? I had to find out how many girls I would have to battle to be your friend,” she joked, poking his arm playfully. “Don’t worry, I don’t really give a fuck. I mean, no offense, but it’s just that I don’t get this whole ‘celebrity’ concept. I don’t get how someone can be idolized for doing anything else but a good to the world. I admire actors and I don’t undervalue their talent, but they are just that, actors. Whereas activists, scientists, writers, filmmakers, musicians…” 

“I know what you mean, I think the same way,” he smiled, not offended at all. He couldn’t help but feel happy at the fact that she didn’t care that he was Logan Lerman, at the fact that he was that hotshot celebrity his brother had told her he was and that the way she acted around him had not been affected in the slightest way. He liked that he could feel like the Logan he felt like when he sat in his room in the company of his guitar and his movies, like the Logan that laughed with his friends and had dinner with his family on Sundays…the Logan he wanted to share with her so that it wouldn’t be only his instruments and his furniture that accompanied him during quiet nights. They would sit on his bed while she showed him pictures of her travels and the little souvenirs she collected from every place in the world she had been in. Then he would show her his favorite movies, and his music, and his stories. His notebooks would be filled with doodles and small ‘I-love-you’s’, and he would be so good to her. 

‘I’ll be good to you’, he promised her, in silence, as she drank from her red straw obliviously.

“Tell me about this project of yours. Lucas said you are hyped about it.”

“Yeah,” he agreed excitedly. “It’s the first time I work behind the camera, like for real. I was asked to work on the production for the film adaptation of this amazing book called Metaphors. It was a whole new experience, and I learned so much. I feel like something is mine for the first time, you know? I would have loved to do the directing, but for now they gave me this opportunity, and I just think it’s amazing.”

“Oh wow, that’s freaking cool,” she expressed with true amazement, not the kind people threw at him when he told them about his work. She asked him real questions; she wanted to learn from him, not get a story out of him. Logan continued his narration eagerly, telling her all about the experience; about the sound of cameras rolling and seeing dreams turn into visuals and sleepless nights on sets. About funny co-workers, charming anecdotes, and people taking him seriously as a filmmaker for the first time. His eyebrows and his hands illustrated the most exciting parts of the story, and Luna Cortazar was able to fall in love with filmmaking through the forget-me-not eyes of Logan Lerman, just like he would fall in love with the world through hers.