DanielIt's been a few days since Logan stayed the night. Everything should be back to normal, except it's not. That kiss keeps popping up in my head, and I see his smile and flushed face, which irritates me!I may be irritated at myself for letting him get under my skin. I am supposed to be careful about my emotions, but here I am, thinking about that jerk. It can't be helped, I guess.Angrily, I keep molding the clay in my hands. This is one of my favorite classes because creating things with my hands relaxes me. But because of the whole thing with Logan, I can't even enjoy this!The art teacher looks out from her desk, and I have to make my sculpture good to save my grade. The problem? It's starting to look strangely like—Logan's face!No, no, no, this can't be happening!I shriek and drop the clay on the floor as if it burnt me. People turn their heads, and I hyperventilate, staring at the clay by my feet. My cheeks are burning. Why did I sculpt Logan's face?! What is wrong with m

LoganDaniel walks over to Trisha, who is wiping her tears. My heart twitches at the sight of the little girl crying."It's alright, sweetie. Why don't I read your favorite book in bed?" Daniel says in a gentle tone.Trisha rubs her eyes. "But I'm not sleepy." "It's bedtime, Trisha. You know the rules," Daniel tucks her hair behind her ear.Trisha looks at me. "I want you to read me a story!"I point at myself questioningly. "Me?"Trisha nods, so I walk over to her with a grin. Kids always liked me for some strange reason. I'm not sure why."Err...Trish. You shouldn't force Logan. He is a guest and..." Daniel starts mumbling, but I stop him."No one is forcing me. I'm an excellent storyteller, so I'm happy to do it," I said. I walk over to Trisha and pick her up. "You ready to hear some crazy stories, princess?" I gush."YES!" Trisha is equally enthusiastic."But not too crazy," Daniel protests."Yeah, yeah, let's go," I chirp and take her back to her room to tuck her in.Luckily, sh

Daniel"Fellas! You made it!" Felix strides toward us with his arms open, attempting to hug us. I don't protest and awkwardly let him. I guess we are all friends now?"I wouldn't miss my best friend's party even if there's a tornado," Logan declares. "Where is the birthday girl?""I'm here! What did you bring me as a present?" Kellie is running toward us with a big smile on her face."Present? What present? I am the gift of god himself. What else do you need?" Logan feigns shock.Kellie rolls his eyes. "Whatever, if you guys want some snacks, there are plenty in the kitchen."I look around. This was a smaller party than the last one I'd been to. I guess Kellie isn't as popular.I feel relieved. I don't particularly enjoy big crowds."So glad you came, Daniel. I was hoping you would," Kellie batted her eyelashes. Is she flirting with me?"Yeah...okay. Come with me, Danny. Let's put some snacks in your stomach," Logan grabs my arm and drags me away from Kellie.I notice his face seems d

DanielI feel pain like I've never felt before when the man shoots at me.No, I'm lying. I have felt pain like this before. So this would be the second time. The first time was when I got into that car accident.My parents asked our grandma to watch Trisha because I whined to them about going out to get ice cream. They tried to explain to me that they were going to do something special for my birthday tomorrow even though it was today. I insisted, saying it was not fair. I was a bratty fourteen-year-old who didn't want to listen.I wish I hadn't begged them to take me out that day. They would've still been alive.I still remember crawling out of the burning car. I didn't look back until I was at a safe distance, but when I did, I had to watch the car engulfed in the fire alongside the burning corpses of my parents. I didn't feel any pain at the time. I felt numb. But when someone finally found me and the ambulance arrived, I felt a burning pain on the side of my face and body. And no

DanielI feel restless.I can't sleep peacefully while Logan is out there somewhere, possibly hurt. I know his parents and grandfather must be doing everything they possibly can to get him back, but I feel so useless being here doing nothing, living under his roof, and eating his food."Danny?"I jolt and sit up, hearing Trisha's voice. "What is it? Why aren't you asleep?"Trish rubs her eyes and hops over to me. "I can't sleep. When are we going home, Danny?"I frown. "Home? Why, what's wrong? Don't you like it here?""I do...but..." Trisha hesitates."What is it, sis?" I look at her with concern."All my toys are there."I can't help but chuckle. Trisha didn't have a lot of toys, but she cherished the ones given to her. Poor thing must miss them. "How about you go to sleep, and in the morning, I will get up and go get them for you? Will that make you happy?" I ask.Trisha nods, then walk out of my room without complaining.I sigh and lie back down. I wonder if she will have a hard