More Than a Fan || LRH

Part 15: Logan's Chapter

In this chapter you'll get a look into Michael's and Logan's relationship behind closed doors.

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**Logan's POV**

Michael: I'm not tired

Logan: I'm literally right next to you why are you texting me?

Michael: Let's go play video games and cuddle in the back room.

Logan: Not gonna say no to that one ;)

I shoved my phone into my pocket, silently making my way to the back room. It was 1:30 am and everyone else on the bus was sound asleep. Light snoring could be heard from Luke's bunk and I couldn't tell if it was either him or Skylar.

"What are you doing?"

I jumped, turning around to see Michael's silhouette in the dark. "Michael! What the fuck?"

Michael laughed then grabbed my hand, leading me to the back room. He slumped onto the couch, patting the seat next to him while turning on the game console. Different brands of chip bags and soda cans were still scatted about from the last time we were in here.

"Jeez Michael, we should clean up next time," I lightly laughed, throwing one of thee chip bags at Michael.

"Eh, Ashton will probably clean it up." His eyes were fixated on the screen as he waited for the game to load. "Are you gonna play or complain about the trashy room some more?"

I rolled my eyes, taking the controller from his hand and sitting down on the other side of the couch, placing my feet on his lap. Michael scowled at me and stared at the controller that I just stole from him.

"Why did you steal my controller?"

"Losers get second controller, remember?" I shrugged.

"I didn't lose the last time we played though?"

"Yeah, I meant losers in general." I laughed, handing him the second controller as he rolled his eyes at me.

"You're something else, Logan."

I smiled and waited from him to join in the game before starting it. The room was really quiet but that's usually how it was when we play video games. That is, until one of us started annihilating the other. Michael was battling his way through several zombies with ease while I, on the other hand, was getting killed almost every minute. We hadn't even been playing for twenty minutes and Michael had to revive me at least thirty times.

Michael paused the game, turning toward me but I didn't look back at him. "What's wrong?"

I shrugged, keeping my eyes on my controller, "Nothing. I'm fine."

"That's bullshit." Michael scoffed. "I never have to revive you this many times. You're worse than Luke right now."

"Wow, thanks Michael." I rolled my eyes, placing my controller on the arm of the couch. I didn't mean to make my statement sound so serious, I just wasn't myself at the moment.

"I didn't mean that.: Michael took my hand in his, running his thumb along mine. "Please tell me what's bothering you."

"I'm just not right in the head right now." I gave in. He set his controller on the arm of the couch next to him, signaling that we were done playing for the night.

"Come here."I looked up at him as he gazed at me with concern in his eyes, opening his arms so I could crawl into them.

Once I got over to Michael, he wrapped me in his arms while I sighed in content. Just being with Michael washed all my worries and troubles away. The fam was right about him, he had the ability to make you forget everything that was bothering you and fill you with such happiness.