French Christmas // Loglet
Logan closed his journal after he was done writing in it. He took a deep breathe and locked it back up in the drawer at the hotel room. He didn't like having to bring his journal with him but he couldn't leave it at home. He couldn't leave it unprotected for so long and there was no way he would be able to control himself without being able to write things down. He put the small key in a tiny compartment in his suitcase that way room service wouldn't find it. As soon as he zipped the key up he took a deep breathe. He felt the weight of the world fall off of his shoulders. Writing really helped him get everything off of his chest. It made him relax more and it helped it understand his feelings more. Logan walked into his kitchen area and took a look at the clock. It was time to pick Violet up. He smiled at the thought. Logan didn't know much about Violet, but she was kind and they both had nothing to do on Christmas day. Not to mention she was absolutely beautiful.
Logan chose his regular attire, black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt, to wear tonight. He grabbed his black leather jacket and decided on his black boots. He grabbed his wallet and shoved it in his pocket before sliding out the door. Logan made his way down to Violet's room, scanning the doors for the right room number as he went. Finally he found the girl's room. He took a deep breathe and knocked on the door roughly a few times. He shoved his hands in his coat pockets and waited impatiently for Vioet to answer the door.












