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Three

I wake up on my own in the apartment, it's almost noon. Is that my cellphone's ring tone?

"Hello?" I say sleepily.

"Babe? Were you sleeping?" I hear Logan's voice on the other side. Apparently he wasn't mad at me anymore.

"Yeah"

"Oh, sorry then. I was just wondering if I could stop by".

"Yeah, sure... Like now?" I get up slowly.

"Yep, is it okay?"

"Mhm"

"Okay, see you then"

He hangs up the phone before I could even understand what is going on. I wash my face quickly and eat some cereal before he gets here, a few minutes later.

"Hey, what's the rush in seeing me?" I ask Logan as he walks through the door.

"I just woke up wanting to be with you, I guess" He smiles, hands on my waist, and peck my lips.

"Oh, really?" I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Yeah babe, I don't like when we fight" I feel his hands going down to my bum and squeezing it, I can't help smirking at him.

"Oh, really?" I repeat, placing my arms around his neck and grabbing his hair.

He nods slowly, and his gaze at my lips almost obligates me to kiss him. He starts kissing my jaw line and a low moan comes out of my mouth.

I feel his smile against my skin "I love you so much babe" He says, and takes his shirt off.

"I love you too" I press his lips against mine "A lot".

ASHTON

So, I'm visiting my parents today and, if I'm supposed to be honest, I'm not at all excited for that. I don't even understand why they're still together, or have ever been together. I think they've never actually loved each other, our family was always kinda of a mess. Back when I lived with them I would barely see them around the house all week.

My mom spends hours cleaning the place, that isn't even dirty, and complaining about how fucked up her life is. And my dad, Jack, well my dad is just a complete idiot that drinks too much and watches too many stupid soccer games. At least he spends most of his time in pubs downtown. None of them makes a lot of money, so I didn't spend my childhood with much, but I wouldn't complain either. I know my mom always felt bad about not being able to give me all the things I wanted.

She smiles widely as soon as she opens the door and sees me. It's obvious for me that smiling is not something she does often.

"Hey mom" I say, hugging her tight.

"Hi, I miss you so much honey"

"I know, I miss you too" I kiss her forehead. It hurts me to realize she looks even thinner than the last time I saw her "Is dad home?"

She nods slowly "Yeah, in the basement. He'll enjoy seeing you" I know she was just trying to make me feel good, so I force a smile at her.

"Great" I frowned as we go into the house "Do I smell cake?"

She laughs "Yes, I made your favorite. You and Summer used to eat it until there was no space for more. In fact, how is she?"

"She's fine. She was the one that got the best apartment, I gotta say. I actually told her to come here later so you can see her"

"Good, good..." She says, lost in her own thoughts.

"And how are you doing mom?" I ask, sitting in the kitchen balcony as she gets the cake out of the oven.

"I'm great, why wouldn't I be, right?"

A pretty long list of reasons of why she wouldn't be great crossed my mind, but all I manage to say is a quite dumb 'right'.

SUMMER

Logan left to work right after we had lunch, I'm glad that we are fine again, it sucks when we're mad at each other. I've been chilling around the house doing nothing specific for a while when I receive a text from Ashton.

Where are you?

What does he mean where am I? I'm home, isn't it obvious? I'm always home. No, wait. It's actually not that obvious, I'm not supposed to be home. I had complete forgotten that I had said I'd pass by his parent's house today. Shit.

I'm on my way

I put some clothes on quickly and run to my building's parking lot. I seriously hope I don't get there too late, it's a long way.

Luckily there is no traffic, the streets are almost empty, probably people are working by this time. But there is this one street that has quite a few movement because of a bar in particular, I guess it's a new one.

There are lots of young people drinking and laughing on the sidewalk and by the tables on the outside. It isn't even 7pm, how come these people are already drunk? I spot one of Logan's roommates in one of the small groups, I think Ethan is his name, and he laughs hysterically at something.

And just a little apart from the rest of the group, there's Logan himself. Him and a tall and skinny blonde, that grabs his hairs between her fingers as it was the only thing that can maintain her on earth, the hair and his lips, that she sucks desperately. His hands squeeze her giant bum as they were at a fucking motel room and her fake boobs are almost jumping out of her clothes.

I truly believe that I might just throw up, but instead I stop the car abruptly in front of the bar and keep staring at that nasty scene for what felt like hours. Apparently, Logan wouldn't stop kissing her soon enough. I think that's the kinda thing people call instinct: I sound the honk so loud that every person on that bar looks at me, including Logan. That's when I get out of the car.

"This is your fucking work?!"