IVY

My mother calls me shortly after Logan leaves asking when we could get together and meet the boy who stole my heart.

If only she knew she'd already met him and he sat with us almost every time we met for dinner with the other families.

I call Mrs Jacobs and let her know I'll be working the following day.

I spend the rest of the day trying my hardest to be busy so as to keep my mind off him.

I'm jogging and the clouds are turning a stormy gray. A small gust of wind picks up and I'm still far from my house when the rain begins to pour.

My body burns and aches as I push myself harder. Water drips off my face and I hair begins to feel heavy as it absorbs the rain.

My mind us finally at ease for a brief moment.

Keeping my hands above my head, I pace the driveway enjoying the coolness of each drop.

My breathe is harsh and my chest rises and falls with deep intakes and exhales of breathe. 

I stand in my driveway under the pouring rain and stares blankly down the street.

I'm already soaked from head to toe and I already feel like I've been washed of all my problems.

Sighing, I walk past the front door, through the living room then towards the bathroom when I stop and stare. 

Without thinking twice, I walk to the vase, pick it up and rush to the trashcan. I empty the flowers in there without sparing them a glace and I suddenly feel light. Like I've just let Ryan go from my heart...

*Who am I lying to anyway?*

I stride back into the house and into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

The bath is cooling and satiating. I'm trying my level best not to think about Ryan and to avoid that, I sing and sing.

Minutes later, I'm in the kitchen preparing some rice when I hear a knock at the door. 

Wiping my hands with the apron, I walk to the front door and open it.

“I thought you might like some company fake girlfriend.”

Logan stands on the other side, smiling from ear to ear. He's wearing a pair of thick rimmed and he looks devilishly handsome. I've never seen him wearing them. 

He's carrying a bottle of wine and two wine glasses.

Furrowing my brows, I stand and the door, barring him from getting in. “You know we're not really girlfriend and boyfriend right?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I know but even as a fake boyfriend I'm supposed to treat you right.”

Leaning forward, I place a quick kiss on his cheeks and step aside.

He gets in and as I'm about to close the door, I see Ryan's Lamborghini passing and my breathe catches in my throat. My heart constricts as my mind runs into conclusions. Standing on tiptoe, I look outside but the car is gone. Who I'm a fooling?

“It smells wonderful.” Logan calls from the kitchen. 

“Not to brag but I make amazing rice.” I say, closing the door and walking back to the kitchen. 

Logan opens the bottle, let's it breathe then pours some wine in the two glasses.

We sit down at the dinner table, our plates full with rice and a piece of chicken and salad along with a glass of wine.

“I see you threw the flowers away.” He says, scooping a spoonful of rice. 

“Yeah. I was some kind of a chicken though I practically ran with them to the trashcan and tossed them in without looking.” I reply, shoving a piece of chicken in my mouth. 

“It's a step in the right direction.”

*Is it though? Has my feelings changed? After seeing his car in my neighbourhood, my feelings for him has come flooding back.*

“This is amazing! You're right..the rice is tasty!”

I practically beam at the compliment. “Why, thank you. Next time you'll have to pay.”

“How about every time I just bring a bottle of wine?” He laughs, taking a sip if his. 

I mirror his action. “I accept.”

“So tell me, why do you need a fake boyfriend? I mean, you can have a real one?” He ends pointing to himself.

“A few months ago, my parents kept pestering me about having a boyfriend and settling down so I lied to them I had met someone. They were okay with that answer and now they want to meet him.” I say, taking another sip. At this moment, I need the whole bottle!

“Why all of a sudden did they want to meet him?” He questions, taking a bite on the chicken.

“Because I opened my big mouth. I got competitive with my friend and told them we were recently engaged!”

A chocking noises has my head snapping up. Looking up at him, I stand up beginning to panic. I make a move to come to his aid but he holds up a hand forestalling me. 

“I'm okay.” He wheezes, taking a quick sip and swallowing thickly.

“So now we're fake engaged? As I fake fiancees?”

Sighing, I sit back and pick at my food. “Yeah.”

“Wow. You sure work fast!” He mutters. “Not even twenty four hours and we've moved from fake girlfriend and boyfriend to fake fiancees!”

I narrow my eyes at him, leaning my arms on the table.

“How are you even okay with all these? I've just thrown you into a giant web of drama and you don't seem to give a fuck?”

“This is the most of all the excitements I've had since my mum passed away.” 

He looks distant, like I've just resurrected some fresh wounds in his heart.

He puts a wide grin on his face once more as he gulps down a half full glass of wine.

“I see. Well, make yourself at home because I doubt this will be the end of it!”

I say truthfully.

He nods like it's not a big deal as I clear the table. He carries the wine and glasses to the coffee table and cruises through the movies, looking for a suitable one for the night...