Christmas Countdown : D-1

There's a thing or two about Logan that I don't understand.

We went to the church this night with the Cleverlys. We always go to this church every week. The christmas tree and the other accesories adorned the church. We got a great time. 

After going to the church, we got dinner in The Cleverlys' house again. And yes, Mrs. Cleverly cooked us, for today she cooked us the special one. For the appetizer we had risotto, the entree we had roasted chicken, and for te dessert we had panna cota as she said few days ago. We got a great dinner, but the conversations were so weird.

Mrs. Cleverly : Merry Christmas everyone, how's the menu?

Me : Well it's delicious thanks for cooked me the dish

Mr. Cleverly : I wish I could get some more.

Mrs. Cl : and Logan?

Logan : *shocked* it's great mom

That was only some part that happened, if I told you the whole conversations believe me that was awkward. 

Logan seemed different. He talked less and he looked like don't wanna talk to everyone. He wanted to be alone. I just figured out why, and I thought maybe it happened because of my leaving of his house. But why?

Suddenly, my parents called me.

Mom : hello?

Me : mom? Hellooooo. How's the ticket?

Mom : well yes the ticket is..

Me : yeah yeah how's the ticket mom?

Mom : yeah, C. The ticket was all sold out so.....

Me : sold out?

Mom : yes. We're so sorry but...

Me : yeah that's okay mom. I hope I could see you soon I just miss you and dad and big bro and everything

Mom : we miss you too, C

And bam! The ticket sold out. 

Well, that sucks

That sucks.

***

Stockings are hung with care, as children sleep with one eye open

Well now there's more than toys at stake cause I'm older now, but not done hoping

"Just wanna tell you that all the tickets were sold out and I couldn't come back home," I said to Logan suddenly when I found him in the basement. He just liked to hide there these days, just don't know why.

"Wah, cool. Seriously?" he said to me. I just nodded. 

The twinkling of the lights, as Santa carols fill the household
Old Saint Nick has taken flight with a heart on board, so please be careful

"What's going on with you, Logan?"

"What? There's nothing wrong," said him.

"You speak less and hide here and all the things were awkward and you said that there's nothing wrong?" I said with a little anger from myself. Maybe I was too emotional.

He said nothing after that.

"You ever did this, didn't you? And you said that there was nothing wrong too, didn't you? And that what I was feeling, C. It killed me," he said to me.

"And now that I'm tryna help you and at the same time I said that I want you to stay here for Christmas and you said that your parents were gonna book you the tickets. And you know how it feels? Yes that how it feels," he just said and said and said with anger. 

It started like we had a little fight. We sometimes did this, but not as ridicolous as this.

"So you find it as revenge? Ah cool!" I said.

"I didn't wanna do that but.." he just stopped until that part that meant yes.

That was ridicolous, the thing we fought : my coming back home - I never thought that this problem could be the thing we fight, and I never find it as problem though. Weird I know.

Each year I ask for many different things, but now I know what my heart wants you to bring

Maybe he did that because he loves me. As the one he loves either the friend he loves or anything. Maybe I was too selfish. Maybe he was too selfish. Maybe this problem shouldn't be a problem. Maybe... Maybe... Maybe...

"Why we did this, Logan? Is this problem that important?" I asked him.

"I don't know why too exactly."

"But why? Does it because the thing we never tell each other before?"

"I don't know, C. I don't know."

I didn't say anything. Waiting for him to explain to me.

So please just fall in love with me, this Christmas
There's nothing else that I will need, this Christmas
Won't be wrapped under a tree, I want something that lasts forever, so kiss me on this cold December night

"Why are you so quiet like that, C?"

"Just waiting for you to explain it to me."

After a long time finally he said, "Maybe yes. Maybe I don't like for you to leave because the thing I never told you. Maybe I want you to stay because the thing I never told you. Maybe we fight like this because the thing I never told you. 

"Why those all maybe?" I asked him again. And he was speechless.

I'll wear you like a Christmas sweater, walk you proudly to the mistletoe tonight

They call it the season of giving; I'm here, I'm yours for the taking

"I don't know whether it's right or not. I don't know about my own feeling."

"Why don't you just say it?" I asked.

He said nothing (again and again).

Maybe the thing about Christmas is the truth. The truth we need to tell someone, the truth of our feeling. The truth that somehow can starts a little fight.

"I like you, Logan."

PS : The Italic Words are the lyrics of Cold December Night by Michael Buble.