Leila nodded as he explained it shouldn't matter. She smiled, relieved. "Alright then." she saw it was already 5 P.M. and shrugged. She planned to go at 7, just the night was taking too long. She toyed with her pink hair. "Well then... When should we go?" She questioned, not paying attention as she said 'we'. Leila moved over to her vanity and looked at her lip, noting it was just a little red and irritated. She fixed her hair momentarily, making sure it was still full of volume and cute. She arranged her Hello Kitty necklace so that it fit evenly in the middle of the base of her neck.

"Any time is good for me. I can swim for hours."

"Fine, Just dandy. What ever could be wrong!??!" The frustration was obvious in her voice and as she raised her hands. She placed her knees wrapped around her knees, and watched him from the corner of her eyes. She moved her eyes off of him because it always made her heart race. Instead she looked at her hair that was curly and not straight. She sighed, she hated her hair like this. She bit her lip, wondering what was going to happen. Whatever it was, she probably wouldn't like it. She thought of his kisses....maybe she would like it a little.

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"Well then... When should we go?" Leila asked before moving over to her vanity mirror, her eyes on her reflection. We? Logan smirked. She said we. Logan watched her curiously for a moment as she played with her hair and adjusting the necklace around her throat. "Any time is good for me. I can swim for hours."

“Yeah?” Logan began as he walked over to Leila, taking a glance in the mirror and ruffling his hair with a swift movement of his hand. “So . . . what? This would sort of be like a . . . date?” He asked casually, his eyes meeting Leila’s in the mirror with his last word, a small, slightly smug smile on his lips.

Leila listened tentatively to Logan. "So... what? This would sort of be like a... date?" he asked cutely, his eyes gazing into her's through the mirror reflection of herself. She smiled, looking away for a moment. She'd be honest. She was blushing. But that smile of his gave her a reason to. So Leila thought nothing of it. She turned and leaned against the vanity, smiling at him casually.

"Well... if you want it to be a date, then sure. But you're buying dinner." Leila said, winking jokingly at the end.

"No," she shook her head slowly. That wasn't what was frustrating her. Lorri was merely worried about what was going to happen throughout their time together. Or what was going to happen when they got home. She wanted it to be perfect, but it won't be; she knew that.

"No, it's not the kissing. I enjoyed that," she said, a small laugh escaping her lips. "I just don't want it to change and it probably will." She said to him, confessing the fears that obsessed her mind. She rested her hand on his shoulder, and closed her eyes. She felt just a bit content.

Leila’s cheeks flushed with color, causing Logan’s smile to widen. Why did girls have to do that? Be cute and then do something as simple as blush and suddenly become THAT much cuter. It wasn’t fair. If anything, it was downright unjust. "Well... if you want it to be a date, then sure. But you're buying dinner,” Leila replied after turning to face him, not forgetting an amusing wink when her words came to an end.

“Believe me,” Logan started genuinely, his smile never lacking. He turned away from the mirror, facing not his own familiar reflection but Leila's pretty face. Was she aware of how attractive she was? Or was it every girl on the planet who was blinded to how nice they were to look at? It seemed all females had the tendency to fail to see themselves clearly. It was practically a trend. Logan hoped it didn’t apply to Leila. It would be such a shame for a girl like herself to be so unaware. “If I could, I would.” And it was the truth. If he could take her out and buy her a meal like any decent guy would, he would. But they were prohibited to leave the grounds of the mansion. Of course, she knew this. And he knew this. So that was that.

Leila looked at Logan, taking in his every perfection. Nothing about him seemed imperfect. But imperfect was better than perfect, wasn't it? Either way, she really liked who he was and how adorable he looked. Leila's eyes went to his face. Did his smile get brighter? She liked that about him. He smiled a lot. So not only did she have a good body to look at, but also a great smile that gave her butterflies. She felt herself blush a little more then the redness faded soon after.

"Then go ahead a get changed and I'll meet you at the pool." Leila said, pushing him out of her room and closing the door. She locked it for safe measures, in case he turned out to be a pervert. She raided her closet and found exactly the right swimsuit. She fixed her hair and took off her jewelry, slipped on her flip-flops, and her sarong. She smiled and left her room, looking for the Gore Scene dorms.

Lorri used her hand to push herself up and she walked away from Chris and the bench. She cross her arms and stared off at the moon. She was suppressing her sobs, tears, and screams. It wasn't working very well. She was thinking about what Chris had said, and she didn't want to forget about this either. Well, she wanted to forget about all this, but aside from that she wanted to remember it all.

Lorri stood there, mustering up some courage. She just didn't know what to say or do. She was just waiting for him to speak again; nothing came to mind for her. All she could do is stare at the moon and wait. What was she waiting for? Chris to talk to her or kiss her?