Fuck You Gallagher

Domkop

Logan was still on the ground, if I wasn't pissed off and punched up I would've laughed so hard.

The holy pope goes up to logan and helps him up, logan looks completely discombobulated, clinging onto trevor.
"Jesus christ logan." I shove Trevor off him and keep him close to me.
Me and Ian lock eyes for a second, I feel a shiver run up my spine.

I grab logan and head for the door
"Mick, wait.."
"Fuck off Ian, take your time getting bored of this twink, before you find another dickhead that gives you five fuckin minutes of excitement."

Helping logan into the car I put on his seat belt.
"You ok?" I say kissing his cheek.
"Not sure I understand what happened." He says with a sore smirk, I rub his busted lip.
"Did you fall on your face or something?" I ask getting into the drivers seat.
"No uh...uh something hit me, I think I was kicked."

"Fucking pricks, it was a bunch of teens causing shit, don't worry ill clean that lip with some vodka you'll be alright." I back out of the parking spot.

I feel dry, pansy smelling hands rubs around my face, I jutt away focusing on the street.
"The fuck you doing?" I chuckle half annoyed, if logan wasn't blind he would get a yell but I'm reformed now.

"M'just seeing if your face is uhh...uhmm" He struggles.
"Busted? Cut? Bleeding?" I help the white African speak.
"Yeah cut."
"Well you could of just asked me dumbass." I put my hand on his thigh rubbing it.

"You would have never told me, dumbass."
I laugh loudly. "Man, your accent is wild, Doomarse." I cackle
"I can't help it! domkop."

I laugh harder.
"Domkop! The fuck is that!" I give his leg a squeeze.
"It's dumbass is Afrikaans but your uncultured ass would never know..." He chuckles too.
"Is afrikaaaaannsss is it?" I cackle harder.

"I hate you, infact I loathe you."
"You know you pronounce your T's with a Ch? I hache you." I mock him
"Die."

"Yeah let me swerve real quick." I say turning in rather fast into a gas station making him yelp like I'm actually turning into a ditch.

"Oh no...logan we died help us." I say in a distant whisper unbuckling his seat belt." 
"Where are we?" Poor guy is still clutching his heart.
"Just at the gas station, want some snacks?" I help him out, he's like the jolly green giant coming out of the car.

"Uh...eh don't really like uh the candies here, they're quite shit." He waits for me to grab his cane but I'm stupid and didn't realize.

"Would love my cane right now." Logan mutters.
"Oh shit, was wondering what you were doing, here." I pass him the cane but still automatically guide him

Logan wandered off into the store while I started deciding what type of chips I want, it's like a baby bird, gotta let him spread his wings sometimes and fuck off away from me.

Logan comes shuffling back eventually with a bag of grapes.
"Did I get the grapes?" He asks hopefully.
"Yeah...if I get doritos will you have some, I know I'll shit weird if I eat a whole bag but I have no self control."
I grab the bag.

"No, I don't want any of your American shit, what color grapes are these?"

"Green...if I get cheetos will you have some?"
"No, can you help me get purple one?"

I sigh deeply, I hate stores because I can never decide.
"Sure." I get there before him and grab the purple grapes.
"Since when do gas stations sell grapes.." I mutter before logan walks right into me, unfortunately I'm quite stout so I stand like a brick wall and manage to stable him

"Watch it cowboy, let's go, you want anything else?"

"Did you get purple grapes?" He feels the bag up as if he can feel the color.
"Yeah, let's go I can see your dog tired man."

****

We arrive home, well logans apartment with an empty bag of doritos and a very sleepy logan.

"Fuck dude, why did you let me eat them dortios, I'm gonna be farting out shits all night."

"I'm not your Papa, night." He feels his way around to bed.

I pull out my little green stash and make up a joint.

"No devils lettuce in my apartment!" Logan calls out.

"Dude, you're a fucking liar when you told me your other sense weren't heightened when you went blind!" I call out chuckling slightly, trying to joke the angry out of him

"Smoke your weed! Just don't eat dry rice again! What's the fuckin...ohhh I have so many words to call you but I will get back to you!" I can hear the annoyance in his voice.

"Send an email bitch..." I mutter putting the weed away then going to bed myself.

I cuddle up to logan.
"You ok?" I ask, burying my head into his shoulder

"Yeah..." he grunts turning over and pulling me on him

"You sound a lot more mad than you are." I mumble, having smoked weed earlier behind logans back I'm tired.

"I'm not mad, why do you think that?" Logan pets my hair.

"Don't know..."

Logan laughs
"Go the fuck to sleep." He kisses my head
I was out like a light after that.