Free And It All Comes Down To You by Kyra Lennon Page B

two hours, but that was okay with me. The time flew by as Logan and I chatted non-stop. For the whole first part of the journey, I couldn’t help the tiny part of my brain that censored my words before I spoke. Logan was about as laid back as a person could be, and I doubted there was much I could say that would make him wish he’d taken someone else, but my self-consciousness was running the show. It lessened along the way, though, and by the time we reached our stopping point I felt a little less like I was in over my head.
    When we’d got our drinks and I’d had a few sips of the caffeine heaven in my hand, we found a vacant bench outside the service station and sat down, stretching out our legs and enjoying the freedom to move around a little.
    “Early mornings aren’t your thing, are they?” Logan asked, watching me guzzle my latte, an amused grin spreading across his face.
    I shook my head. “Not really. It’s not like I sleep until lunchtime every day, but at the time you picked me up, I’m usually on my second cup of tea, catching up on Facebook in bed. It is Saturday, after all. Besides,” I added with a smirk, “you look pretty relieved to be having coffee too.”
    “Oh, I am. Getting up so early is unheard of for me at the weekend, but when you get the chance to see some great bands, you have to go for it.”
    “Agreed.” A weird rippling sensation in my stomach made me almost drop my drink; he asked me to go with him!! Forcing my dorkiness in check and reminding myself I was an adult and not a fifteen-year-old, I smiled again. “This is going to be a good day.”
    “Anyone you’re particularly looking forward to seeing?”
    I reeled off a few band names then added, “Mostly I’m glad to be doing something other than watching re-runs of Mock The Week on YouTube. You’ve saved me from lazing around and whining about how dull my life is.”
    I gave him a grin over the rim of my coffee cup to cover up the fact that I wasn’t entirely kidding. Mostly I found things to do at the weekends, but for the past few months, there had been a distinct lack of excitement in my world, and the Internet had become my best friend to make up for the fact that most of my real best friends either worked weekends, or had gone over to the dark side, i.e. got married and popped out a couple of kids. Already. I wasn’t against marriage and babies, but I couldn’t see myself doing any of that for at least five years. If not more.
    “What happened to you?” Logan laughed. “Didn’t you used to be a party girl?”
    I cringed a little at his words. A few years ago I may have had a bit of a reputation as a club fiend. Oh, the joys of Facebook and its ability to document all of your moves, even if you weren’t the one posting them. I dreaded to think how many pictures Logan might have seen of me after a few too many vodkas on nights out with friends.
    “Ha!” I said, shaking off the embarrassment. “I used to go out, but not to the extremes of some people. I am looking forward to having a proper drink later though. It’s been forever.”
    “Wait.” Logan faked a look of horror, his eyes widening. “You mean you’re not driving us home?”
    “No chance! This girl wants… wait, what do people drink at music festivals?”
    “You’re kidding?” Logan laughed so loud that some people nearby turned their heads towards us and I ducked, hiding behind my hair. “Oops,” he said, in almost a whisper. “Sorry, but you’re such an amateur! You’ve never been to a music festival before?”
    “Nope, you’re popping my festival cherry.”
    I caught a sparkle in his brown eyes. “Well, they don’t serve any fancy shit.”
    “What do you think I drink?” I chuckled. “I’ll happily drink beer from a bottle. I mean, they do have beer, right?”
    “Yes. They have beer. And now I’m going to sulk because I’ll have to stick to Coke.”
    “Don’t worry. I’ll have a beer for you too.”

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