-THIRTEEN-

                                    

                                          
Logan's POV
                          
(My Immortal - Evanescence)
                          
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We drive to a place that Alex didn't tell me. She's driving now. I'm busy with my camera since Alex allows me to hunt photos.
                          
"Babe?" She calls me.
                          
It sounds so cute comes from her. Badass and scary Alex calls me with that nickname is way too cute.
                          
I look at her. "Yes?" Click! I capture her when she's serious looking down the road.
                          
"Do you want to grab a brunch? We're about two more hours to get there." She says.
                          
"Where are we going exactly?" I ask her curiously.
                          
"Somewhere." She replies playfully.
                          
"Alex." I call her with a serious tone. "Don't tell me you kidnap me?"
                          
"Oh, please." She snorts. "You're too sweet to be kidnapped by me. Chill, babe. You'll know when you get there."
                          
Then we make a stop to have a brunch. Alex asks a lot of questions about my family and I answer it carefully because I know she has trauma issues about her family so I choose my words wisely.
                          
"Have you done?" I ask Alex.
                          
"Yeah." She extends her hand for me to hold and then we walk out.
                          
"Is it out of town?" I ask when Alex starts to drive again.
                          
"Yeah, it is. Do you want to grab chips and beverages?" Alex asks me back.
                          
"Uhm, no." I answer. "Talking to you is enough to keep my mouth open."
                          
"Yeah, but I can shut your mouth by kissing you." She chuckles.
                          
I stick out my tongue. Then I turn on the radio and we sing along, I never know Alex has lovely voice.
                          
I take pictures of Alex when she's driving. I like taking picture when someone is candid because I know what they feel at the moment. And Alex is something else, her candid photos express herself.
                          
I remember when we were on The Hill. She smoked and her demeanor was mysterious because we were on her family's site. But now she's happy, her face bright like a sun. She definitely is my sunshine who warms me every single day.
                          
I caress her cheek, she smiles at my gesture. "I love you, baby."
                          
"I love you too, Munchkin." She replies, kissing my palm. 
                          
Then after the long land trip, we arrive at somewhere because I don't know where is it. Alex stops at the gate of a place, like a private place.
                          
"Code." I hear a voice from somewhere on the gates.
                          
"It's me." Alex says flatly.
                          
"Yes, Miss Miller. Welcome—"
                          
"Open up!" Alex shouts, cutting off whoever it is.
                          
Then the gates open wide, I don't bother to ask because Alex drives down the road almost immediately, each side of the road are trees and then we stop in the drive way of a house. Wait, no. It's a mansion.
                          
"Come on, grab your stuff." Alex says. "We're here."
                          
"What is this place?" I ask in amazement.
                          
She smiles. I raise my brows, wait for her to answer. "I tell you everything later. I promise."
                          
I just nod, grabbing my bag and enter the mansion.
                          
"Welcome—" 
                          
"Shush." Alex cuts the maid off.