It's been a full night since you've last seen your boyfriend, Logan. He left for a "night out with Kendall", but after fifteen hours, you assumed it was something other than that. He hasn't answered any of your phone calls, any texts, or even any e-mails. You definitely got suspicious, but as soon as you were going to call James, Logan bursts through the door at exactly 5:57 a.m..
You throw yourself up from the couch. "Where the hell were you? Do you even know what time it is?"
"Of course I do, babe," he says kissing your forehead as you send him a pathetic look. "Okay, so I don't know what time it is. But I do know that I love you."
He snuggles up into your neck, sucking it gentle. You pull away disgusted. Did he really expect you to forgive him with no explanation at all? He was away for a full fifteen hours, no calls or anything! He then grabs your hips, hoping to get something out of you, but you push him away and he scoffs. You mock him, scoffing back at his direction when you notice a little purple mark around his temple.
"What the hell is that, Logan?" you asks him, hurt in your voice.
"What's what sweetheart?" he asks as you point to his head. He looks in the mirror, searching for words.
"You're cheating on me! How could you do this to me, Logan? I love you!" you yell, hot tears stinging your eyes. "Get.out.of.my.house.now."
"Whoa, calm down. I'm not cheating on you. That's just stupid."
"Then where were you for fifteen hours?" you asks sassyily. "And why didn't you answer any of my calls or texts?"
"I was with Kendall, I told you that. I wouldn't betray you, I'm no idiot," he laughs showing his perfect dimples. "Kendall and I had a bet, who wouldn't go on their phone the longest. The one who did had to get punched in the-"
"Save your dumb stories for someone who believes you, idiot," you say heading for the door.
Logan keeps talking and talking but you block out every single word he says. You grab the car keys, and head to the other person who started this fight, otherwise known as Kendall. He would definitely know if Logan's lying or not. It's a known fact Kendall sucks at lying. Whenever he does, his pants literally catch on fire. Good for you, bad for him.
When you arrive, Kendall's lights are are all on. You knock quickly as the cold air huffs out of your mouth, making a white fog appear. He opens the door a bit, but after seeing your face, pulls you in. You take a seat on his green love seat as he asks if you want anything.
"Nah, I'm good. Thank you, though. I was actually hear to ask you something?"
Kendall nods. "Shoot."
"Was Logan over here?" Once again, he nods. "And for how long exactly?"
"Forever! We played some video games, went to dinner, actually James and Carlos just left," he says. pointing towards the door. He laughs a bit. "You should hear the bet we made. It was who ever went on their phone first-"
"Got punched in the face.." you say finishing his sentence. "I'd really like to stay, but I have something important I need to do."
You hurried home feeling so guilty. How could you not believe Logan? Now you're the one that feels like an idiot, you're already crying by now. You could barely see the road, being that the salty tears are blocking your vision. You burst through the door, running towards Logan. As soon as you spot him coming out of the bathroom, you jump into his arms.
"Logan. Logan,Logan!" You kiss him repeadidly. "Oh baby, I am so sorry I didn't believe you! It was just so suspecious and I'm a complete idiot!! It's my fault!"
All he does is laugh. "You really think I'd cheat on a girl as great as you? No one could even find one, because I have her."
"Logan!" you blush and lock your lips to his. It gets steamy quickly, which has you both gasping for air by the time you're done. Logan just smirks at you and says nothing.
"How about I make this whole mistake up to you?" you ask him as he nods so fast you're afraid his head will fall off. You grab his big hands and lead him upstairs into your bedroom as he sings Hot in Here all the way up.
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