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Drunken antics // Logan

You woke up to the sound of Logan's loud snores.

He was out really late the night before, and he was really drunk when he got home.

He went out for his 21st birthday, and sadly, you couldn't go because you were too young.
When you finally managed to get him up to your room the night before, you tried to take his shirt off so he could go to sleep.

^^The Night Before^^

"No!" He exclaimed, as you tried to lift his shirt over his head.

"What?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I can't take my shirt off..." He slurred.

"Why?" You laughed.

"I can't take my shirt off because I have a girlfriend!" He whispered.

You looked up into his green eyes, and laughed harder. He furrowed his brows at you.

"I am your girlfriend..." You muttered, standing up on the tips of your toes, to give him a peck on the lips.

His jaw dropped. "Really?"

You nodded.

"Oh...I thought that someone as pretty as you wouldn't like to be dating a guy like mee..." He said.

You laughed at your boyfriend again.

"Logan...even if you were the ugliest person ever, (which you're not), I'd still date you because your personality is just perfect." You told him. "Now c'mon, into bed before it gets any later."

He nodded and allowed you to take his shirt and pants off.

He climbed into the bed in his boxers, and covered himself with the duvet.

You smiled sweetly at him, and kissed his head, as he shut his eyes.

"Cya in the morning, sweet." You whispered.

"Night, night..." He replied, in little more than a whisper.

You chuckled at him again, and stood up. You walked over to the bedroom door, and turned the lights out.

You slowly shut the door, and went upstairs, to find Mark.

"Heyo!" He exclaimed.

"Shh!" You said, shutting him up immediately. "Logan's tryna sleep."

Mark nodded.

"You better get down to bed too." You told him.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because you're really drunk and you need your sleep." You declared.

Mark nodded again, and waddled downstairs, almost falling down the steps.

You made yourself a decaffeinated coffee, and drank that while scrolling through Instagram on Logan's computer.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

You put your mug of coffee down and grabbed a knife, ya know, just in case, and walked over to the door.

You opened it cautiously, and sighed with relief.

George and Johannes were standing there, and they were very and truly drunk.

"What?" You asked.

"I need a roll of toilet paper." George exclaimed.

"Shhh!" You whispered, opening the door wider for them.

"Stay there." You ordered, as they both leaned on the counter.

You walked into the bathroom, and got George a roll of toilet paper.

"What d'you need Jojo (pronounced; Yoyo)?" You asked him.

"I need...an egg." He remarked.

"An egg? At 4:30 in the fucking morning?" You whisper-yelled. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me, dawg."

He shook his head. "I'm just hungry for some eggs, and I only have one."

"Use that one then..." You said.

"I want two." He declared, banging his fist on the counter top.

"Okay! Okay!" You exclaimed, walking over to the fridge and opening it. You grabbed an egg, and handed it to Johannes.

"Good bye, boys." You whispered, pushing them out of Logan's apartment.

"Bye!" They replied.

Once you shut the door, you made a weird face, and asked yourself about all of those weird things.

After that, you washed the mug you were using, and then went downstairs.

You slowly, and quietly walked into Logan's room, stripping off the shirt you borrowed from him, and the pair of running shorts you were wearing.

You climbed in beside your baby, and he automatically wrapped his arms around your waist.

You smiled, but cringed at the smell of alcohol, stale smoke, and sweat from him.

You fell asleep in his arms, dreaming about the both of you.

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Shitty Imagine, but ANYWAY!

Thanks for reading,

Kisses,

~Charlie xx