Shay Whiteley isn't ready for this. But consider it a good thing.
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This is a very fictional book. Nothing is real, it's all made up in my very clichéd mind. Read at your own risk. Currently editing.
By the way there's a panic at the disco lyric i...
"I think I have a fever." Logan groaned and I rolled my eyes at him, flicking my homework away from me. Currently I was sitting on the floor surrounded by homework while Logan is lying down on my bed. He's been bothering me since Monday. And it's already Saturday. I made a path to get through and stood up sitting on the bed.
"No you don't." I replied shoving him off the bed and made myself comfortable. I heard a grunt and sigh as I closed my eyes.
"That wasn't nice." He muttered scooting me on the edge of the bed so he can get on.
"Go get your own bed." I grumbled slapping Logan away with my arm. He ignored me and lied down beside me his arm over my stomach.
"You finished your homework already?" He asked and I threw his arm over in his side.
I snorted. "Fuck no." I replied and he chuckled throwing his arm over my stomach again. "Don't you have homework?" I asked and he hummed.
"Probably." He said and I rolled my eyes throwing his arm back at him again.
As he made a move to throw his arm again I slapped his arm away, shoving him off the bed. "Stop it, your arm is heavy." I muttered and he laughed, jumping onto the bed again.
I almost screamed as I bounced on the bed, thankfully I didn't fall off the bed. Logan sprawled his limbs on my bed and I rolled my eyes. He threw his leg over mine and slapped me in the face with his arm.
"Hey!" I cried out and he started laughing at me. I opened my eyes sitting up, although I couldn't really move since he was practically on me.
I glared at him throwing his leg away from me and got off of the bed. "I'm going to go the bathroom." I grumbled walking into the bathroom closing it behind me. I did my business and washed my hands staring at my hair. I wiped my hands on a towel before throwing my hair up in a bun. I smiled at myself and opened the door stepping outside.
"Just tell her dumbass." I heard Logan mumble to himself distractingly.
"Tell who what?" I asked and he whipped his head towards my way so fast I almost thought he got a whiplash.
"Nothing." He replied nervously scratching the back of his head.
"Okay." I mutter and sit on the bed making a shooing motion at Logan who's taking more than half of the bed. I throw my hand on his side in attempt to push him but I accidentally hit his nose.
"Sorry sorry." I mumbled as I pat his face as an apology.
"That's not helping Shay." He replied slapping my hand away and I laugh.
"So who were you going to tell something?" I asked curiously scooting myself between the spaces there's only left on the bed.
"Nothing, I mean no one. What! I don't like anyone!" He blurted out quickly. I stared at him wide eyed and he stared back a blush slowly making its way up to his cheek
"You're going to tell me sooner or later!" I said in a sing-song-y voice waving my arms around.
He smiled at me boyishly before speaking up. "I will tell you someday." He said and turned over burying his face in my pillow. I frowned wanting more information and as I opened my mouth to ask him I was pushed down on the bed pulled towards a body. Logan's chest to be specific.
"Just go to sleep." He said his words slurring and he pushed his face into my comforter.
"I think you really have a fever." I said some of my words muffled by my sheets. "Because if you really think I'm going to let you get away without telling me, you're going crazy."
--- I was supposed to do a group project during English but all I did was just play candy crush. I know I should get +A for teamwork.
And it's finally autumn! Yay! Me trying not to be obvious about my excitement.
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