Complete 《《 Logan Paul Fan Fic *Discontinued*

S I X T E E N

Logans POV

Brendon, Evan and I are walking around Hollywood, going into random stores and spending money on stupid things. Alex was at her studio today.

Me: Hey bby, whats going on? wanna meet for lunch?

Bby g: Ugh, sounds a lot more fun than whats going on here. Slow day😣. I wish I could but my manager scheduled meetings during lunch.

Me: Its okay babe, we can get dinner though right?

Bby g: Sounds like a plan.

"Logan!" I looked up from my phone when Evan was yelling at me.

"Who are you texting?" Brendon asked taking a step towards me.

"Probably Alex," Evan mocked, crossing his arms. I felt my cheeks warm, but slid my phone into my back pocket, trying to play it off.

"Logan, what do you think about getting matching bucket hats?" Brendon asked holding up the most old fisher man looking hat I have ever seen. I just laughed at him.

"How much,"

"fifty a piece," By this time Brendon had the camera rolling. I just laughed at how stupid this fishing hat was.

"Three bucket hats," I told tossing them on the counter. I couldnt help but laugh again. Then Brendon got some shots of Evan and I for a montage. We both tried out best to walk with swag, but neither of us could even come close. The sun was setting, making the perfect light for a montage.

We got home around six, and we were all sitting around, Evan playing his video games, Brendon playing with his cameras and I was editing. Maverick sat on my computer, and Lydia was on a walk with Kong. I sudenly stood up, slapping my chair. Maverick got scared and flew to the rope on the beam. Brendon instinctively started up the camera. I walked camly to the kitchen, smashing a plate into the ground.

"F*ck," I looked at Brendon.

"Whatssup," Brendon asked.

"Okay, guys, so Alex and I have a date tonight, and I have no idea what to do or wear," I grabbed another plate to smash.

"Logan chill, its not even your aniversary," I broke another plate.

"Brendon come here," He followed me to my closet. I flipped through my shirts, which was all Maverick merch.

"Loganpaul.com/shop," I looked at the camera, feeling my hair drift down my forehead.

"Its not a first date dude," Brendon tried to explain. I changed into my favorite jacket, joggers, and a white t shirt. I walked out to Brendon.

"NO HONEY NOO!" I winned.

"Brendon, shell be home in five minutes!" I continued to wine. The door bell rang, causing my eyes to widen. I quickly took my jaket and shirt off, pretending to care what I looked like. I ran to the door, opening it to Alex. I flung my foot onto the wall.

"Hey baby," I tried to sound sexy, but all I got was a peck on the cheeks, and she walked pass me. I turned around to Brendon, giving the camera a depressed look. I then followed Alex, who was slumped on the couch. Brendon stopped rolling.