Logan looked up from his bed at me skipping into his room. At first he rolled his eyes at my expression this early in the morning. We both weren’t morning people, but once I was up I couldn’t go back to sleep. I walked into his room closing the door behind me, and then looked around to see how much his room fitted him. However it didn’t, back way when, his room had always been bright and with photos of Darren and I everywhere. As I sat down next to him on his bed I sighed, realizing that none of my pictures were in his room. That’s just so disappointing, I thought to myself pressing my lips together.

“Val you should see the view from the window,” Logan explained his sleepy rough voice that affected my heart causing it to speed up dramatically. Holy mother of soccer calm down heart, I commanded silently. My heart listen but only for a moment because it started racing again as dragged me from his bed to the window seat which had a incredible view of the ocean. The beach I correct myself as I glaze at it awestruck. Even from a distance you could see that the sand was so white that the light from the sun reflected off it making it practically glow. The sunrise didn’t help change my expression at all. Watching the sunrise with a view of the beach was something you could do at any coast, but for most people it was something you watch on T.V waiting for that perfect morning in your own life. I used to live in New York with my parents only a few short days ago, although it seemed so long ago. There wasn’t any view from a window like this in New York. The beach seemed so far away from central station.  Logan, standing behind me while I watched the sunrise, was a whole new feeling. He seemed to enhance every that was wonderful about the view, making it feel so unrealistic. That what made it hurt, that it was so unrealistic, it made me wonder why was everything going uphill?  I turned away from the view and faced Logan who was finally starting to fully wake up. Oh gosh, why does my mate look so… what’s the word for god like, but werewolf cute little puppy like human, in his own best friend kind of way? I don’t think there is a word so I’m going to go with Logan. Why does he look so Logany?

“Logan lets go down to the beach,” I suggested taking advantage of the uphill unrealistic situation making it for the better, not that it could get any better.

“If you’re there, then I am,” he replied giving me a little wink at the end causing me to roll my eyes at his fake charm that was very real. He gave me a small slap on the butt before he pushed me out of his room so that we could change. While rubbing my butt I maneuvered into my room just across the hall. I found that Kayla was lying down on my bed sleeping, probably finding that it was the only place in this house that was quiet. I smiled at my cousin, thinking my brother, they defiantly have a connection even without the mate theory. Without making any loud or sudden sounds I tip toed into my closet to find my small bag packed with stuff from New York. I dug around from my neon tortoise bikini which wasn’t skimpy like what most girls wore to the beach. It was strapless, but clipped and tied in the back just in case one of the got undone. The bottom was small ruffles to have the effect that it looked like a skirt when it was just a bikini bottom. After changing in the closet I rustled through the bag once more for a long loose white shirt and my belly button ring that matched the bright tortoise. I put on sunscreen before putting on the shirt, and then walked over to Kayla quietly to see if she was awake and she was.

“You’re going to the beach and you didn’t invite me,” she grumbled with a pouted face as she sat up and stretched out like a cat which was ironic because she was a werewolf. She got out of the bed and shuffled into my closet searching through my bag for my other bikini without a word. I couldn’t help but laugh at Kayla’s way of doing things. She asked for the important things, but skips the question for others. I love the way she does it, because it shows her confidence and that she doesn’t give a shit about what you say or how you say it. After she changed me both walked out to find Logan waiting against the wall completely zoned out. I used the opportunity to quietly walk up to him and peck him on the nose, because he hates it. He shook out of his daydream and glared at me although it didn’t last long his angry look turned to a sparkle in his eye called love. I think or hope I should say.

“So lead the way, because it’s my first time going to the beach in 9 years,” I said in a soft voice hoping that they wouldn’t ask about it. However they did with their super hearing that I’d grown so accustomed to.

“Wow, you must have suffered. I mean I go to the beach almost every day,” Kayla marveled while leading the way down the stairs and out of the house. Once we got to the beach I couldn’t help but squeal as I remember very distantly the feeling of sand piling and seeping between your toes. Kayla ran over to a group of friends without saying anything leaving Logan and I alone in a slightly crowded beach. Shrugging I found a solution to resolve the awkwardness that hung in the air as we stared at each other in out bathing suits. With a smirk written on my face I jumped on Logan’s back and pointed to a spot that was mildly secluded.

“I’m starting to believe that you like my back more than you like me,” Logy grumbled as he shifted me on his back and started walking towards the spot.

“That’s… not entirely true, I like your back because it’s yours, besides anything yours is mine,” I explained while playing with his hair that was still in bed head form. We both laughed and settle into the spot. I lay beside him on a blanket that he brought.

“I missed you. All that time I spent in New York with my parents forced the life out of me. I completely felt like an empty shell, so after I graduated high school I felt a gravitational urge to see you and my brother. I don’t feel like an empty shell any longer, I’m starting to become Valerie again,” I explained to him even though he hadn’t asked or said a single thing since we lay still on the blanket.