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Logan led the way down the cobble-stone pathway, opening the front doors with a flourish.
"Taaaa daaaa!"
I stepped inside, completely overwhelmed by my surroundings, unable to take in the whole thing at once.
A chorus of voices—mostly loud, male, and all hyper-aggressive—bounced off the walls, bellowing through the corridors and echoing into the living room. A ginormous Christmas tree filled the front room, towering all the way up to the high, white ceiling, ending near inches from the top of the stairwell. It was decorated in string lights...and—I did a double-take—clothes? Bright pink and gray sweatshirts were flung across the branches like ornaments, and I chuckled to myself, wondering what the hell colorful hoodies were doing on a Christmas tree...
I followed my gaze to the grand staircase that spiraled up from behind, branching off into, what appeared to be, several other rooms on the next story. It led back a ways, and I was unable to tell how far down it went from my spot in the hallway.
I gasped, frozen in place. It literally was a freaking mansion.
Lydia, what the hell.
Logan fist-bumped a boy with long brown hair pulled back into a stub of a ponytail, then immediately shouted across the hall into the kitchen. "Aaaanndyyy! We've got company!"
Another brown-haired boy walked out of the kitchen into the front room, dressed in jeans and a white chef's apron—a combination I thought looked absolutely hilarious. I fought off a chuckle as I noticed the chocolate stains near the bottom of the white apron. They matched the stains at the corner of Logan's mouth...
I turned to Lydia, whispering in her ear. "Guess someone likes chocolate..."
She grinned. "The neighbors brought over a whole basket earlier. Now it's more like...half a basket." We both laughed at that, and Logan turned around, raising his eyebrows at us.
"Whaat?"
We both giggled. "Nothing!"
At that moment, yet another brown-haired boy—this one as tall as Logan—inched towards us with a camera, and I shied away, bringing my hands up to my face.
"Ahhh! N-Noo! Don't film me!"
Logan chuckled beside me. "Livana, relax, you're gonna look fuckin' great on camera."
He placed a hand on my shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. I peeked up at him through my hands, heart thumping as he gave me a wide, goofy grin.
His smile is really beautiful...
"Oh, and this is Brendan by the way..."
He clapped his hands together and circled around the room, as the boy—Brendan, I guessed—followed him by a wide berth. Logan's blonde hair flopped across his forehead as he jogged around the room, and I tried not to stare as his sweatpants began slipping down his butt, revealing some sexy dark blue boxers and quite an ass if I ever did see...
Lydia hit me across the shoulder. "Livana!" She whispered.
My cheeks flushed from embarrassment.
Whoops—was I that obvious?!
Logan clapped his hands together once more. "Time to get this partay started!" He giggled, looking up at the Christmas tree. "Yeah, we're gonna just send it..."
I crossed my eyebrows in confusion. What the fuck??
Logan leaped to the top of the stairs, leaning over the tree and staring at the ground. He hooked a leg over the top of it, trying to figure out how to...
Dear God, please don't tell me he's trying to figure out how to sit on that thing...
I turned to Lydia, shocked. "Is this usual?"
She sighed next to me. "Unfortunately...yes."
Logan grabbed a jacket from upstairs and turned to wink right at...me?!, putting his arms through the sleeves. "Now I've got my armor and the pretty girl to impress."
Lydia groaned from the middle of the staircase, holding out her new iPhone X. "And now I've got 9-1-1 on speed dial!" I turned towards her, nodding my head.
"Good call, good call."
She groaned. "Now you see what I have to deal with..."
I chuckled and Logan turned towards me again with a stupid smirk on his face. "Don't worry Livana, I'm a savage."
He reverted his attention back to the top of the tree, the room going silent as he prepared to launch himself...
I held my breath as I waited...
Suddenly, Logan flung himself from the top of the staircase onto the tree. It toppled over slowly, then all at once, the branches falling closer and closer until....
W-H-O-O-S-H
My heart thudded in my chest as the top of the tree, and then Logan, slammed to the floor. I raced towards him immediately, bending down next to him on the ground, checking for blood, any injuries...
"Are yo--are you hurt?"
He laughed, shaking his blonde swept hair across his forehead. "I'm fine, I'm fine."
I placed a hand over my chest, exhaling.
He laughed at my reaction. "Livana, calm down..."
Frustrated, I punched him in the chest. "Logan, that was the dumbest thing...you idiot!"
He just laughed, patting at my hands and giving me a smile that knocked me off my toes.
"Thass me."
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Fanfiction"This is so wrong..." I whispered, resting my forehead against Logan's. "No," he said, looking into my eyes. "It's just right." ● Lydia's sister, Livana, comes down to LA to visit her. But she was not expecting to meet Lydia's boss... Logan Paul. T...
