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Seven

•Logan's POV•

We get to my house and I run straight upstairs. I need to get pajamas on and I know if Sam is up there with me he won't get out.

As I'm about to close my door something stops it.

"Not to fast babygirl." Sammy says with a smirk coming into my room and sitting on my bed. "You listen to 1975?"

"Yeah. They are my favorite actually." I said gazing over to the poster on my wall.

"Hmm. They are a good band. Green Day is better tho." He says and shruggs.

"Certainly not. That is gross music." I say going over to my dresser and getting my pajamas.

"No. Their music is great. 1975 isn't as good but like I said they are okay." He pulled out his phone.

"Don't get on my bad side Samuel." I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Don't call me that." He said glaring at me.

"Samuel." I laughed.

"Stop! Logan. I hate that name." He said.

"Okay I'm sorry, Samuel." I smirked running into my bathroom.

"I'll get you!" He said.

"I'm sure you will, daddy." I said from the other side of the door.

I got dressed and I was about to get up off the floor from getting my pants on but my head was pounding. I didn't even have as much as usual to be able to get that drunk.

I decided to call for Sam to help me off the floor.

"Sam!!" I yelled.

No answer.

"SAM!" I screamed.

Still no answer.

"DADDY!" I screamed even louder.

"What I'm here! Daddy to the rescue." He said slamming open the door.

"Really." I said in a plain voice. "What if I was dying? And I would have had to scream 'daddy' to get saved?"

"Well, what if you weren't dying and you were just on the bathroom floor?" He said with a innocent face.

"Shut the fuck up and help me up off the floor Sam." I said raising my hands towards him.

"Okay babe." He laughed helping me up.

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I know you guys probably hate me because I haven't updated! But I'm soooooooo sorry! Like you have no idea!

I'm at church right now do I'll update later tonight and it will be a better update.😁

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