And Then He Smiled (Logicality)

Chapter 75 - Procrastinating

I won't be on Hiatus anymore but updates will be slower as I have exams soon

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"God I hate this godforesaken sofa," Once again Logan had woken up on the floor, his body bent in ways that it shouldn't be bent. Crackling like firecrackers, his legs cracked uncomfortably like stiff knuckles. Adjusting his body, Logan slumped straight onto the floor as if he was a boney worm slithering onto the floor.

Patting the leg that still limped on the sofa, Roman walked past, "At least you'll be in your own bed tonight Brainiac," He commented before going to the kitchen. The smell of coffee soon making it's way to Logan's nose. "Get off the floor while you're at it," Roman called from the kitchen.

Walking out of the bathroom, Remus actually smelt how a normal person would smell, however smells are deceptive because Remus doesn't know how towels or human decency works. Let's just say it was busy drying his hair when he was walking to his room.

Scrambling up off of the floor, Logan dragged himself back up onto the sofa, but in the normal way people sit instead of the horrific mess Logan woke up as. And no I'm not just talking about that bush he calls his hair.

Brushing it back into place, Logan's fingers scraped againest his scalp as the knots untied themself or simply got pulled out.

Coming in with two mugs, Roman settled down the first one in front of Logan. "Your clothes are in the tumbledrier, don't forget them or I'll be stuck with your stuck up fashion sense," Roman sipped his cup. "And you'll be stuck in those pjyamas," He smacked his lips satisfactorily before putting the mug down.

"I definitely wouldn't want to be stuck in these pjyamas, they smell like you; obnoxiously fruity," Logan remarked, sipping his own drink with a mean grin, chuckling under neath his breath.

Rolling his eyes, Roman did the same, "Speak for yourself, you're just as fruity as I am," He smirked glancing over to Logan as if waiting for his reaction.

"I've never used fruit scented deodorant, that's a you thing. Not a me thing you fruity fuck," Logan put his mug down after chugging the rest of his drink in one go. "Tumbledrier right?" Logan quetioned pointing at Roman as if asking if he was right, before standing up and grabbing the mug again.

"Yeah," Roman pointed in the vague direction of the tumblrdrier.

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After getting changed into his actual clothes, Logan simply sat on the sofa. Well I say actual clothes, I mean the pjyamas he walked from home in and his comfortably fitting hoodie that he grabbed before he left home. They were just a simple crew neck shirt and some plaid bottoms.

Next to him, the sofa leaned in, dipping into the fabric. Sighing next to him, Roman spoke up, "Are you ready Logan?" Roman asked him, a comforting smile reached the corner of his face, "I can bring you there, of course after I drop Remus off at school," The clinking of keys in Roman's hand encourged him ever so slightly.

Leaning on his legs, Logan held up his head with his hands, looking over to Roman. His face attempting to smile but it stayed in an awkward line. "I don't know," Logan stated.

"You don't always have to be ready, sometimes you just have to just do things and hope for the best," Roman copied Logan, leaning on his hands, cupoing his own face, "At least that's what I do a lot of the time,"

Nodding in reponse, both of their heads turned as a door creaked open, interrupting their conversations. The teenager that lived in the house plopped himself down by the two in skinny, ripped jeans, a woman's tank top with a fishnet shirt underneath and a fedora that he probably found lqying around the house. His hair was messy yet neat and no one dared to try and fix it.

"Shall we go?" Roman stood up, grabbing a jacket that was left on the back of the sofa; it smelt worse than the things Remus leaves in his room.

Groaning before dragging his feet away, Remus grabbed some shoes and went to put them on. Bopping Logan on the head with Logan's own shoes, Roman went to go put on his own shoes. "Come on, might as well get Remus there early enough for him to fuck around before actually going into school,"

"You knew about that?" Remus scowled at him.

"I raised you, of course I know,"

"Sure dad," Remus rolled his eyes as he tied his shoes up, sacastically smiling up at him in response.

Rolling his eyes back at him, Roman shoved his head lightly, "Just make sure you actually go to class today, your teachers do call me," Roman commented, "Get your shoes on Logan,"

Doing as Roman said, Logan slipped on his shoes as the other others waited for him to put them on.

"Allons-y," Logan stepped up onto his feet with a slight wobble.

"Nerd," Roman chuckled

"Prep," Logan poked back.

"Dorks," Remus joined in, opening the front door and waving for the other two to go through it.

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The door closed behind Remus as he walked off, waving for a second, leaving the other two. Waving back, the two sat back into their normal positions in the car. The engine bubbled quietly as Roman watched Remus turn the corner away from the car.

"Is it bad that I'm nervous?" Logan said as Roman started up the car again, looking over towards to Logan for a moment before driving it onto the road.

Shrugging, Roman kept an eye on the road, "Are you asking if how you feel is wrong? Or are you asking if you should be feeling something else?" Roman asked glancing over for a second.

Holding his arm, Logan shrugged, watching the road as Roman drove, "The real question is, is this bad nervous, or good nervous?" Roman said again as they stopped at a red light, the engine rumbled softly as a group of people crossed in front of them, one skipping, one walking, one constantly changing pace.

The light turned green and they turned the corner. "Both I suppose," Logan admitted, "I mean, I did walk out on him rather quick after he only asked something, but then again I do miss him dearly," he carried on, "Most of all, I'm worried for what he'll say to me,"

"So you're worried you disapointed him?" Roman summed up what Logan said as he stared at the road in front of him, trying not to look to Logan out of habit. However Logan himself wasn't even looking in his vague direction and rather instead staring out of the window at the greenary inbetween the roads.

"Should I not be?" He said back to Roman as he gazed at the flowers planted on the grass. It was just some white, yellow and pink tulips and a few tall dandilions sticking out of the grass that no one had bothered to trim lately.

Shrugging to himself, the traffic slowed slightly as Roman looked over to his friend, "How about you get him some sort of apology gift then?" Roman suggested before looking back at the road in front of them, "There's a few shops near the apartment block that we could go to,"

Sighing, Logan faced forwards, "We'd just be procrastinating seeing him then," Logan stated, "Whilst it would be nice, I'd probably think of more reasons not to go instead of actually seeing him. Then the more time that passes, the harder it'll be to face him," Logan told him as he forced an awkward smile, "Might as well get it over and done with," He slumped down in a relaxed manor.

"I could come with you," Roman suggested, "You know, moral support,"

Smiling at Roman, Logan nodded, "I would like that, thank you,"

End Of Chapter. 1317 Words.