1..2..3; s.w

Three

•Still Logan's POV•

We walked into the 'club' and there was a lot of people.

The smell of smoke entered my lungs as the smell of alcohol made my taste buds crazy.

I love it. I've drank a lot before. When my mom and dad use to fight I would sneak my dad's vodka in my room and drink the pain away.

I'm not much of a big drinker anymore but tonight is supposed to be fun.

I'm gonna drink cuz it's gonna be a fun night. Not because of pain.

"You alright? Not second guessing your idea are you?" Nate asked me.

Right now me and Nate are sitting at a booth. Sam took Nicole to get drinks.

"Nope not second guessing. Just thinking of what a great idea it was." I said and smiled at him.

He nodded and looked at the bar on the other side of the room. I looked over noticing he was staring at Nicole. I smirked.

"You like her don't you?" I asked nodding at Nicole.

"Yeah. I mean look at her. I can't help but stare at her and take in her gorgeous facial expressions." He said smiling.

"Tbh I use to think you and Sammy were just the typical fuckboi's." I said.

"Oh really?" He said laughing. I watched as the side of his eyes crinkled upwards and he put his hand over his mouth to try and cover his laugh from being so loud.

He's beautiful. I never really looked at Nate this way. In a way that he meant more in the world then just being a famous singer.

He wasn't a fuckboy like everyone called him. He was a kind hearted gentleman. And he deserves someone that loves him for him. And not just cuz he's Nate Maloley.

I noticed his expressions changed as Nicole and Sam came back to the table. He was smiling at her. I could tell he was nervous.

"Alrighty here's your shot." Sam said handing me a small shot glass.

"Wow. Couldn't find a smaller glass?" I said grabbing the tiniest shot glass I have ever seen.

"You don't need it." He smiled.

"What if I wanted it for tonight?" I said and winked at him. His face was shocked, and his mouth was wide open.

"Close your mouth. Your gonna catch flies!" Nicole said pushing his chin up.

I laughed and put the glass up to my mouth tilting my head back just enough to pour the burning alcohol into my mouth and down my throat.

It felt good to feel the stinging sensation in my throat and stomach again. It hasn't been there in a while and I loved it. I missed it.

"Come with me to get a blue monkey." I said to nate. He nodded.

Sammy gave me a weird look asking why I didn't ask him to come. I nodded to him telling him it was alright.

"What's a blue monkey?" Nate asked as we approached the bar.

"Oh, you'll see." I smirked.