2
" Twenty minutes 'til 9, we're getting in the truck. I'm sweaty,
stinky and covered in red mud. I'm not sure what Logan smells
like and I don't plan on getting close enough to find out.
“What do you wanna be when you grow up?” he asks, as we
ride along the quiet, foggy, gravel road in the dark.
“Alive,” I say, thoughtlessly.
“I like that. Aim low,” he retorts. "
― , September, After Everything
4
" Look back at history,” he said, after a minute or two. “Most
great and remarkable men weren't tame or politically correct.
They were raving loonies. They acted out. Heroes are badasses,
not alter-boys.”
“You don't think Jesus was a hero?” I asked.
“Jesus was the bad-ass,” he said, chuckling a little. “...talk
about somebody knowing how to make some noise.”
Nick confused me. Half the time what he said sounded
completely hypocritical. The other half of the time, what he said
sounded completely insane. He always had an opinion though,
no matter how nonsensical it was to me. I admired that about
him.
“You think Jesus would throw a book at someone?” I asked,
before I could stop myself.
His eyes popped open. I dropped my pen again. He sat up
straight and focused his eyes on me.
“I'm not Jesus,” he said simply.
No kidding. "
― , Chronicles of a Mermaid Out of Water
6
" Two minutes into the dance, I'm sitting in a metal chair in the
dark, listening to a really annoying Justin Bieber song blaring
over the crackling speakers. The song changes. Everyone starts
to pair off. I look over at him. He's looking around. Please, Jesus
don't let him ask me to dance.
“Hey,” he says. “You wanna...”
“No,” I interrupt.
I catch him chuckling out of the corner of my eyes. This dance
is really stupid. I'm over it. Before I can finish my thought, he's
standing up. I look him over.
“Come on,” he says, tugging at my hand. “Lets get out of here. "
― , September, After Everything
10
" I open the back door of my car for Ginger to buckle the baby in.
She smiles and goes to it. I spin around and I'm face-to-face
with Logan Kilgore.
“Hey, good lookin',” he says, leaning against my door to block
my path.
“What do you want?” I ask, cracking a slight smile as I wait.
He's wearing a dirty, Auburn Football t-shirt, worn out jeans
and the same bedraggled baseball cap he always wears. His hair
is sticking out just around the edges of the cap in messy twigs
and the occasional curl. His curious eyes are dancing around
like maybe he's in a very good mood. Despite the obvious, he's
kind of beautiful, a little.
“Not a thing,” he tells me before turning to walk away. “...was
just passing through, wanted to say hello. See you.”
I watch him amble away. Ginger shuts Chucky in and opens the
door across from mine. She stops before getting in to look up at
Logan too.
“He's kind of charming,” she tells me, giggling a little.
“No offense, but you thought Doug was charming,” I tell her,
skeptically.
“Good point,” she agrees, before getting into the car. "
― , September, After Everything