“You’re right.”
I squeeze his hand.
“I’ll look into it,” he agrees.
“Good. For what it’s worth I’m proud of you.”
A small smile breaks across his face. “You’re a really good friend. Maybe the best ever,” he says. “Thanks for trying to cheer me up and listening.”
Fuck, I don’t want to be friends. I want to pull him to my arms, kiss him, and tell him it’s all going to be okay. But it’s obvious he doesn’t feel the same.
“Best friends,” I smile. “Just like the cheetah and the dog.” My phone vibrates, stealing my attention. “That’s Chloe wondering where I am.”
“Yeah,” he says, checking the time on his phone. “You should go meet her. I’ll see you at the fairgrounds.”
“You sure? I can tell her you and I are going together. She’ll understand.”
“No, I’m going to take a shower and clear my head. Go have fun with her and Ava. I’ll be there; don’t worry.”
We both stand, and I wrap my arms around him, breathing in the mix of woods and amber. Pulling away, I try to shake what I’m feeling, but I can’t because no matter how hard I try, it doesn’t change the fact that I’ve fallen hard for Tanner Mitchell.
“You sure you’re good?”
“Yeah,” he assures me.
CHAPTER 29: ARE YOU A SAILOR?
TANNER
Iwas so close to telling Wren how I felt about her when she grabbed my hands and looked me in the eyes, but I was so afraid that she’d reject me just like my dad did, so like a coward, I didn’t say a word. Instead, I told her she was a good friend, and while she is, I want to be so much more than that with her.
The minute she left the apartment, I knew I had made a mistake because she’s right. I might think I’m not worth a shit because of my dad, but I think I might mean something to her.
I pull into the fairground parking lot, and it’s packed with people there for the event. I almost didn’t come because I wasn’t sure how I’d push away the feelings my dad left me with, but I know Wren will be here, and I want to be where she is.
Are you here
Wren :
Almost!
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Here
Logan:
We’re by the funnel cake stand.
I slide out of my car and head towards the front gate.
“Oh, and a man in uniform,” the middle-aged woman running the admission booth says when I walk up to her window. “Are you a sailor?”
“A seaman.” I smile, handing her my card and taking my wrist band.
She chuckles. “The wristband gives you unlimited rides all night and admission into the haunted house,” she explains, handing back my card.
“Thanks.” I scan the crowd, finding the bright yellow funnel cake stand about a hundred yards to my right. Pushing through groups of people dressed in costumes, I quickly move over to where my friends are. Logan is dressed like Clark Kent and is standing next to Poppy, who is dressed like Lois Lane. His shirt is unbuttoned halfway, revealing the Superman logo on his T-shirt. Jacks and Lacey are dressed like Bixito parrots, the bird Jacks re-discovered earlier this year. Their costumes are bright purple and covered in feathers. They look like they’re going to Carnival in Brazil. Donovan and Enzo are both dressed in neon roller skating get-ups minus the roller skates.
