"Hello," Logan said, offering his hand to Michael.

As if my brother was in the mood to shake hands, honestly.

I eyed the window, thinking about how hard it would be for Logan to smash it and jump out. My room was right above the garden-courtyard thing that visitors went to to get away from the smell of dettol and sick people, so there would be a fairly soft landing.

"My name is Logan Casminster. I just dropped by to see how Cid was doing."

Michael scowled thoughtfully, but took Logan's hand, shaking it.


I didn't know ninjas could hypnotise as well as, well, ninja.

What's the verb- to ninja?

That was the only explanation I could think of for why Michael hadn't punched Logan in the face for almost kissing his brother.

Not that we were almost kissing.

That would be ridiculous. I've only known him for a week.

Less, even.

I coloured slightly as I realised that I was, in fact, right about to kiss someone I'd only known for about four days.

"So, Logan, how do you know Cid?" Michael asked suspiciously.

Michael was always suspicious of strange guys around Anna and I. They can be perfectly charming, but he always suspects the worst- a Disney prince could show up, and Michael would think that he was going to kidnap Anna and I for slaves or something.

He's crazy.

I mean, he's my brother, and I love him, but he's crazy.

"We ran into each other at the grocery store," Logan said, smiling, and Michael nodded slowly, running the story through his mind as though Logan would suddenly admit his wish to steal me away to be his concubine.

Not that I would object, because Logan was kind of terribly attractive and I was a sixteen year old boy.

"Cid does have a habit of running into things," Michael said dryly, letting go of Logan's hand.

"That is so not fair!" I interrupted, and Michael just rolled his eyes.

"Give up, Cid, we all know you're about as graceful as a hedgehog on heavy painkillers."

I bit my lip, looking at my lap, and Logan once again assured his place as my favourite person in this room.

"It's endearing, though."

"I'd prefer 'no Cid, you're perfectly capable of walking in a straight line'," I grumbled, and Logan flashed me a smile.

"I try not to lie blatantly."

"Oh, so you lie subtly?" Michael said, eyes alight with the fire of overprotective big brother-ness.

"Michael, calm down. Logan's nice."

I flushed as I realised I'd used the word I'd protested so much against, and Logan snickered.

Michael eyed us both suspiciously, and stuck his hands in his pockets.

"Well. I guess I'll go get a coffee and let you two catch up," he said reluctantly, "and Cid, your mobile won't stop ringing. Can you just call whoever it is back so they'll stop being so annoying?"

"Sure?" I said, and he threw my phone at me- naturally I missed the catch, and it fell into my lap.

"I'll be back in ten minutes," he said, glaring at Logan, and headed for the door again.

"Nice to meet you!" Logan called after him, and Michael just shook his head.

"...I'm sorry about him. He's..."

"A little overprotective?" Logan offered, and I smiled, fiddling with my phone.

"I was going to say a little crazy, but overprotective is much more flattering."

Logan took a seat on my bed again, crossing his ankles, and I smiled again.

"So, who was calling you? Boyfriend?"

"Ah, no," I reddened, and he grinned.

"You're cute when you blush, did you know?"

"I- It's never been mentioned before, no," I muttered, unlocking my phone to see who had actually been calling me.

"And you get really English when you're embarrassed."

"Well. That's just. I..."

"Oh, don't be like that. It's adorable," Logan said, "so if it wasn't your boyfriend, who was it?"

"I don't know," I said, flicking through my missed calls, "it's not a number I recognise. Probably just a wrong number."

I shrugged, putting down my phone, and Logan nodded.

The silence was kind of uncomfortable now, I noticed.

Stupid Michael. Ruining the moment.

Ruining what was totally going to end up being my first kiss.

My brother was such a dick sometimes.

"So, how did you even...you know..." Logan trailed off, and I sighed.

"End up in hospital?"

"That's the one! What did you do?"

"I was saving orphan puppies from a fire," I lied glibly, and Logan laughed.

He was really beautiful when he laughed, I thought, watching the way his head tilted back, revealing the column of his throat, and the extra sparkle in his hazel eyes.

"No, but really," he insisted, once he'd stopped laughing, and I smiled at the way he leaned in closer.

"I fell down the stairs," I admitted, "it wasn't my best moment."

"Wow, you're totally a hazard to yourself," Logan observed, raiding an eyebrow, and I half-shrugged.

"Just a tad."

"Is a 'tad' English for like, a butt-load?"


"A tonne, maybe?"

"...It means a little, actually," I clarified, and he started laughing again.

"You're joking, right? You need a bodyguard, you're so dangerous to yourself."

"And other people," I said, "As you know."

"Ah, true," he nodded, "although I have to admit, I'm glad you crashed into me."

"Oh?" I asked, swallowing slowly, and Logan nodded.

"After all, if you had any sense of balance, I wouldn't have met you."

"However, if I had any sense of balance, I wouldn't be lying in a hospital bed," I pointed out, and he nodded solemnly.

"Good point. You know what?"

"I've heard of 'what', yes." I answered smartly, and he laughed again.

"I'm ever so glad," Logan said, eyes sparkling, "but actually, as you need a bodyguard, I'm volunteering myself for the job."

"Hmm. Do I have to pay you?"

"Nope, I'm doing it out of the goodness of my heart," Logan said, shaking his head.

"Truly, you're a martyr," I said dryly, and he leaned a little close, resting his hand next to my hip.

"Well, if you're insistance, I can think of a way you can pay me back."

"Do go on," I allowed, my heart in my throat, and he leaned in closer.

"Let's say...a kiss?"

"Get away from my brother!"

Oh my God, I swear to the heavens, I am going to kill my brother.

With knives.

That cock blocking *bastard*.