3 Chapter 3

I yawned when I laid down on my bed the next Friday. Beren was occupied with braiding her hair, I wasn't even sure if she paid attention, but I started talking anyway.

"So," I began and cuddled with my pillow, "I`ve got a plan."

My room was filled with books, a whole lot of books. And on one wall I had a big poster of Barbara Walters, my role model and a famous journalist.

"Does it involve fire? Because if it does, I`m out. You know what happened last time." I had to start grinning like a maniac when that memory came to my mind.

Beren and I had once planned to cut her hair with fire. It was called Candle Cutting and, at that time, almost every girl at school tried it at least once, so we wanted to follow the trend.

Let's just say it wasn't our best idea and Beren had to walk around with a hat for quite some time.

"No, no fire. I`m talking about the interview." Now I had her attention. She was looking at me with a strange look on her face, something like excitement. The braid was not finished, but she didn't care.

"So you finally want to hump Logan again? I knew it!" She was talking so loud that I thought my mother had possibly heard her so I jumped at her and tried to shut her up. She had no filter!

We both landed with a loud bump on my bedroom floor and I stared at her with my freaky killer face.

I practiced it when I was still with Logan; that's when he started to call me crazy eyes when I was angry with him. I was still good at it, because Beren seemed terrified. At least right before she started to laugh.

Why did everyone laugh at me when I tried to be serious? First Logan, now Beren. It was a curse.

"Stop with the face! Did you not get enough sleep? Have you been dreaming about Logan and you doing the deed?"

I couldn't reply to that. I needed to stop myself from having images about the things Beren said.

Oh my god! Why was she my best friend again?

"I'm joking Sweetie! You know I am! I love you more than anything." Oh yeah, that's why.

"First of all, as Bill Hicks once said, I need my sleep. I need about eight hours a day, and about ten at night. And second, what I actually wanted to tell you about the article was…that I decided to write it."

"You will?" Beren squeaked. "Oh holy mother of grapefruits! It's going to be great!" She was imaginative with words, as was I, just in a totally different way.

I liked to have her around, she was the fun friend and I was the…the not so much fun friend.

And Kyle was just mental. In every possible way.

But that was what made our clique so great, we always had each other's backs and never let us down. And we were weird. A whole lot.

"You and Logan will finally talk about everything," Beren couldn't stop smiling. She grinned from ear to ear. "You never told me what really went down at my party."

Beren was the one who brought Logan and I together 3 years ago, and when we broke up, we broke her heart too. I remember how she started singing "I will go down with this ship" when I told her.

"No, we won't. When I talk with him it will only be for research. I always do research when I write my articles, this time won't be different just because the topic is one that I don't like. If I want to be a good journalist, I have to do this right. I will make a few nice pictures of him playing and at home."

"Research? Are you serious?" Beren did not want to believe me and stood up from the floor to tower over me. "If you want research about Logan, I can tell you everything! For instance - he and Megan are likely to break up within the next week or so."

"What?!" I couldn't believe it, and furthermore, I couldn't believe how happy the news made me. "How do you know that? Have you stalked him?"

"It's not stalking, it's called intense research and being a best friend." I stood up to and watch her as she walked over to the only window in my small bedroom. Two of my walls were full of books.

Books were my treasures. They made me happy. As happy as I once had been with Logan.

"Anyway," I laughed, "I decided I have to do this right. And if I do it right I have to start at the very bottom…"

"You want to hump Logan's foot?!" Beren tried to annoy me with her comments, as always. And as always, the comments brought a smile to my clouded face.

"No, you silly girl," I was still laughing and couldn't quite find the right words, "I need to start with going to his home. But I don't think that he will let me."

"You just have to explain to him what exactly it is that you want to write. You want to do something like a home story?" Beren looked at me.

"Yes, with interview and everything…I need to give my best for it to get into the local paper."

"Argh, Mister Flint is so mean. The first opportunity to start your career as journalist and it has something to do with your Ex."

Since I could not resist it, I started singing: "My Ex`s and Oh`s the haunt me! Before you came here I listened to this song…Ex`s and Oh`s. And then I realised that it reminds me of Logan. When I think about him I`m just like Oh…Oh why did I go out with him?! I don't want to talk to my Oh."

Beren raised her eyebrow, while she fixed the braid in her hair. It got destroyed when we fell off the bed. "You do know that the Oh`s stands for orgasm, right? You can't talk to your orgasm – but you can talk to Logan, and that is almost the same." She just couldn't let it be.

She was the hardest Lasie shipper in the whole universe, and the only one that was left. Except for Kyle.

"Really? I thought with Oh`s they meant the people you had a fling with. People you do not like anymore and when you think about them you just go Oh." Turned out I did not understand the song. I got it totally wrong and now I felt confused.

When I sat up on my bed again, I looked at myself in the mirror. My black and blue hair was a mess, but I kind of liked it. At least it fit my life.

"No, I`m pretty sure the singer meant orgasm," Beren explained und took a sip of her drink that I gave her earlier. It was her favourite. "But whatever floats your boat."

She spent so much time at my house that she knew every corner of it. She had a great relationship to my Mom and even knew her boyfriend, who wasn't around often. My parents separated when I was just seven years old and my dad lived in another town, which was why I did not get to see him very often.

"Do you smell that? Wow, I think your Mom is cooking her spaghetti again!" Beren smiled. "I will stay for dinner!"

"I do not have a sense of smell, remember?" She knew me for so long but she still forgot about that tiny fact. She made comments like that all the time. Kyle and her both did.

I could taste something, but I couldn't smell it.

People always asked me if I missed smelling, but I was born with no sense of smell, so I never really knew how to answer.

Yeah, of course, sometimes I wondered what it would be like to be able to smell something, but then again, I couldn't miss it because you can't miss something you never had to begin with.

"Sorry, silly me," she patted my shoulder, "anyway, I`m hungry, so let's go downstairs and eat something before we discuss Logan any further."

She ran out of my room like a mad woman, and I followed her quickly like the good friend I was.

When I came into our small kitchen, my Mom and Beren were already sitting at the table, talking about something. Most likely school.

"Darling," said my mother and gave me a quick kiss, "do you want to hear a joke?"

Before I had a chance to answer, she started talking: "Knock Knock."

"Please Mom, stop telling jokes! You can`t make them!" She always tried to be the funny one, but she wasn't.

"Well, I made you." I could not believe she just said that. She was my own mother, for god's sake! But at least I knew where my black humour came from.

"Mom! How dare you! I`m your own flesh and blood!"

"See, that was funny. I`m hilarious." She liked to annoy me. That's how our relationship worked. Don't get me wrong, she was a great mom, but sometimes I felt like I was the mother, not her.

After that we ate, luckily, without mentioning Logan or silly jokes again.