^{Vacations come and gone to late. There's so much sun where I'm from, I had to give it away. Had to give you away.}

"So, you're going back to school?" Jason asked Ivan. They were in Ivan's dorm room which he hadn't been in for at least a few months. Ivan finished slicing up the apples and shoved them into a plastic bag. "Yes, thanks." He rolled his eyes. Jason was supossed to be in Italy right now, but he had come home shortly after his and Ivan's mother's death. "I have to. I'm graduating soon, remember?" He rolled his eyes and shoved the apples into his backpack. Best to eat later, he was already going to be late for his first day back to school in a few months.

"Bye, Jason. Try not to destroy the place, yeah?" He opened and shut the door and started the journey from his dorm room and into the main building. He walked into the main office, signing in. He walked to his locker, shoving his things in. It was 7:30 in the morning, and he was supossed to be in Mr. Urbin's home room class. But, he couldn't really go. Could he? No, he couldn't.

He grabbed his iPod and a book and trudged along. He found a spot on the stair case. He probably should get to class. He had missed so much and it was the end of the year and he'd be graduation with a lot of missing credit. And frankly, Ivan didn't want to spend any un-needed years in this shit hole, thank you very much. Ivan pressed his back against the wall, sitting down.

Today, Ivan's ensemble included a pair of men's skinny jeans and brown skating shoes along with his U of M hoodie. She turned up the volume till it was blaring on his iPod and opened his novel. He tried his best not to break down, but all he could think about his mother...his best friend...dead.

ivan.

^{You come and go, you come and go.
Karma, karma, karma, chameleon.
You come and go, you come and go.
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams.
Red gold and green.}

"Can you shut up?" He snapped. So what? They weren't together, and he was done with this. "I mean, just listen Logan. Stop bringing rumors to my face, if you're trying to ask me if I'm seeing someone in that little weird way of yours, the answer is no." Why was she here? To torment him? He wanted to be left alone, he didn't want to see her. Seeing her reminded him of holding her in his arms, whispering that everything was alright. Right now what Ivan needed was Logan, but he'd never admit it. Logan was weakness, and he knew that.

He raised an eyebrow at her frustration with the phone. "Phone troubles?" He asked, sighing gently. Ivan felt bad for snapping at her, seeing the sincerity in her brown eyes. "Listen, Logan. I'm sorry for snapping at you, alright? I'm just really jumpy, I have been since..." He swallowed, trying to use that millisecond to find the right words. "Since, my mom died." His voice was quiet and meek.

Ivan watched in disbelief, biting down on his lip to keep from smiling. "I'm sure they love you too, Logan." He laughed softly. "I'm here with my brother, Jason. We'll be staying for the rest of the school year and then into the Summer. After that, we'll go sight seeing again." He stated. "Wha tare your plans for the summer?"

ivan.

but where's your heart?

<sup>Ivan didn't understand girls. Him and the rest of the male population of the world. First Logan was off in skimpy outfits waitressing, then begging to be his again, then back to being her old bitchy self. Ivan sighed deeply, exhaling as if he was trying to rid his problems like a rain cloud that was hanging wearily over his head, refusing to move to show the sun light. Ivan knew that for the rest of his life, he'd always love Logan. It was just...it was impossible to not love her.

Ivan didn't really have any ideas of what he was going to do for college. He was planning on maybe taking a year off, then going to college. It was better that way, and he had planned on that since he had asked Logan to marry him, and then hadn't stopped since then. Ivan rose from his perch on the ground, wiping the dirt off the seat of his pants. Ivan knew that what he was about to do was crazy...unthinkable. But it had to be done.

Ivan took Logan by the wrists, pressing her against the wall. "A kiss tells a thousand words." He murmured, pressing his lips against hers and kissing her with all the passion for her that he had in his body, which was a hell of a lot of emotion. His hands moved down to her hips, squeezing them lovingly. There really was no need for words, but since Logan was some kind of seeing is believing type of person, he leaned in close so that his lips were right by her ears.

"I love you, Logan. I don't ever want to leave you again. Please...please marry me. Please give us another shot." Ivan whispered. He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out the same engagement ring that he had given her before, flashing it before her eyes before pressing his lips against hers again, leaning over to kiss her once more on the neck, then again on the lips.</sup>

ivan.

can i ask you a question please?

<sup>Traveling, yeah, Ivan had done it. He had done it after he had burnt his mother into ashes, well he didn't do it, duh. But he had to make the decision to get it done. It wasn't about women, though. Ivan had had sex once on the trip to Europe, and it had been 3/4 alcohol induced and 1/4 forced by Jason. Ivan wasn't straight, he wasn't bi-sexual, he wasn't gay. He was in love with Logan. The feeling of being with anyone that wasn't Logan was just completely wrong to him.

"I already have a hot girl that I'm dating. It's you." He murmured, continuing to kiss her. Ivan wondered what would happen if they got caught kissing in the middle of the hallway. Uh oh. Oops? Not that Ivan would care. If he got kicked out of Harrington Wright for anything, it would be for kissing Logan during school hours in the school. His dad was too busy with work to care and his mom dead, why not?

"Wear the ring." He insisted. "Even if it doesn't mean we're getting married, it'll just show you how much I love you." He murmured gently into her ear once more. When he felt her hand gently touch the tip of his crotch, he practically yelped, but quietly and deeper into her ear. "I-I missed you too, Logan." God damn. She knew how to make him nuts.</sup>

ivan.

and they only question's when they'll blow up.

<sup>To Ivan, Logan was like a China doll. She was fragile, and Ivan had been the naughty little brother that had thrown her on the ground and smashed her up. Now it was Ivan's turn to glue the little pieces back together again, and Ivan would gladly do that. Again and again and again, and again. Logan was the most important aspect in Ivan's life, and she had always been that way. He had just been blind to it before.

Now he could clearly see how much of Logan made him who he was. He could burst out laughing in dead silence about something that she did the day before. He could get shivers just thinking about holding her in his arms on all of those nights. And he remembered the day that he had met her, when she was ready to kill herself. Ivan shivered now thinking about that, that was awful. He was so close to losing Logan before he had even met her.

He smiled. "It does look prettier on your finger." He took her hand in his and kissed it gently, smiling and looking into her eyes. He heard her next sentence and raised an eyebrow in amusement, nodding gently. "How couldn't I?" He whispered.</sup>