Free Mars by Jasmine Rose Page A

and cried.”
     
    “Movies like that make me believe that when he goes, he’ll go up there with a smile on his face.”
     
    “He has a beautiful smile.”
     
    “Hmm, I know,” I say, closing my eyes and sleeping peacefully for the first time in a few hours, with the image of Logan’s smile in my mind.

     
    Someone knocks at the door for the fifth time. I jump, messing up the pink lipstick. Jane goes to the door and glares at the wall.
     
    “Logan Thomas Masterson, it’s 6:01. Calm your pants and wait for us, or else.”
     
    “Or else what, you’ll kill me? No need for that, it’s already happening.” his voice rises jokingly.
     
    “Logan!” Both Jane and I shout warningly.
     
    Jane turns to me and grins. “You look amazing.”
     
    I had a short long-sleeved white lace dress on, with gray leggings. To keep me from freezing to death, I wore a black leather jacket over it. After showering, I straightened my hair and put a part of it up with a bow tie.
     
    “You look better, though,” I answer. She is wearing an overly big dark green sweater that almost looked like a dress, with a belt on her waist. Her hair is straight and her makeup is done nicely and simply.
     
    She opens the door and Logan enters, sighing. “Finally!”
     
    “What took you so—” He stops when he sees me. “Wow.”
     
    “Wow right back at you,” I say. He’s wearing a burgundy sweater and pale jeans. Boys look good in jeans. His hair, which is starting to grow back, is still hidden under a beanie.
     
    “I just—you look beautiful. Even more than always.”
     
    I do a little bow with my dress, feeling my cheeks flush. “Thank you. Did you take your medicine?”
     
    Since we’re going to a concert, he had to take an extra dose of the pills that lessen the pain in his head.
     
    “’Course. Do you have the tickets?” asks Logan, looking at his mom. She nods, patting her coat’s pocket.
     
    “You both look great,” says dad, who had cleaned up nicely as well. “Now let’s go, the cab is waiting downstairs.”
     
    We leave. The bubble of anticipation in my heart starts to grow and grow.
     
    The cab ride is filled with Logan tapping his feet impatiently, Jane and I scolding him and my father nodding his head to Elton John on the radio. Apparently the cab driver had similar tastes in music as my dad.
    The sun hasn’t set just yet, but the famous Vegas lights are starting to show. I feel amazing, being in a different city than my home town sparks excitement.
     
    While Logan’s mother hands me the tickets in front of the small club where the private concert is being held, she says: “Don’t drink. Don’t be rude. Don’t touch things that shouldn’t be touched.”
     
    It’s hard not to laugh, it really is.
     
    “I won’t.”
     
    Logan’s mom and my dad had decided to go for a friendly dinner and explore, before picking us up. I like the idea of them spending time together; it’s been a long time since my father has had a friend.
     
    I glance at Logan as we enter the club. There are only about a hundred people, which is nothing. We have arrived early; therefore we rushed through the small crowd to be as close to the stage as possible. Logan is clutching my hand too hard. He looks dizzy because of the people pushing into him. I remember him saying that he is claustrophobic.
     
    “Logan? Breathe,” I say into his ear, over all of the chatter.
     
    “Look at me,” I command. He does. “Breathe in, breathe out.”
     
    He obliges. He looks ahead and takes a deep breath, color seeming to come back to his face. “We’re seeing Coldplay in a half an hour.”
     
    “Indeed,” I repeat, smiling. “You’ll also meet them in the supposed backstage.”
     
    “Oh God,” he grins, “What would I do without you, Amaryllis?”
     
    He offers to take my hand and I hold his, feeling like nothing in the entire world can take this moment from me. Chris Martin walks in, causing everyone to scream. The