My Best Friend Logan

C6: The Bar

I wiped beads of sweat away with my towel and sat down on his white sofa, holding a bottle of cold, refreshing water.
"Holy fuck that was tiring and difficult" I murmered, my breathing evening out and turning back to normal.

My mind drifted off to Logan. Logan was upstairs having a shower after working out.
A clean guy is turn on so don't question me. But wait, so is a dirty guy...

"I'm so freaking tired" I sighed to myself.
Logan in the shower means he's naked........
WHY THE FUCK AM I THINKING OF LOGAN BEING NAKED. Out of all the things I could be thinking of right now, I chose Logan in the shower. Great.

I leaned back into the couch and sighed.
"What am I gonna do with myself..."
"Do you always talk to yourself?" he chuckled.
My eyes widened and I looked over to him.
"I- My- I don-" I stammered as I tried to speak to him but my eyes couldn't avert from him right now.

Oh my Jesus. Preach the Lord I have been blessed with this angel.

He had water dripping down his hair which was left messily with strands hanging over his eyes. Droplets travelled down his toned upper body and there was a towel wrapped around his waist. He gave me a smiled that flipped my stomach upside down.

"Cat got your tongue?" He walked over to me and then threw himself onto the couch. I took a breath in and sat up, looking at him. His sea of blue searched mine and my heart sped up. It felt as if he was going through every bit of my mind and looking for something, but what?
"I guess..." I whispered, holding every gasp of air in.

Logan's POV:

Her seemingly innocent eyes stared at me. Her grey intricate patterns looking into my eyes. She seemed different, her attitude had changed recently in the past few days and I was worried.

"Is there something going on at home?"
"No." Her blunt reply made me shuffle backwards a bit. She mumbled something and then looked at me.
"What was that?"
"Don't worry"
"Well I am worrying!" I snapped at her.
"Why?!" She shouted back at me.
"Because you're my best friend!"
"And?!"
"I care for you, Brooke!" I stood up and tugged at my hair.
"I'm fine okay?" her voice raised and her features shot daggers at me, waiting for me to answer.
"Well...You're not, I know that" I stormed out of the room and sat on a dining chair, resting my head in my palms.
A slam came from downstairs and I looked up. She had walked off.

*****

I sat in the bar, a beer in my right hand, a cigarette in my left. The bell on the door rang and I didn't bother look up. All people are irrelevant to me.

"I'll take a large glass of Takila" a familiar voice came from next to me. I looked from the corner of my eye to see Brooke, a black hoodie on. I could tell it was her, knowing a person for 14 years has a way of giving you an idea of what they act and look like.

I sighed and was about to stand up and leave when Brooke spoke again.
"I'm sorry Logan..." her head slowly turned towards me and I felt a hand on my arm.
"Brooke...I should've said sorry first. You did nothing wrong" I looked into her eyes, guilt filling mine "We've never really fought before so I didn't know how to act..."
"Me either, it's okay, Logan" She gave me a reassuring smile.

I twisted on my stool so that we were facing each other. I wanted to kiss her so badly. She was so beautiful.
I placed a hand on her knee and she looked in my eyes. I replied with a smile and I felt her hand on mine and she gained at me.

"I'm going home. I'm not sure about you but I'm exhausted." she giggled, standing up. I joined her "Hell yeah"

Just then, a loud gun shot rang in the air. A bunch of screams were heard from the people on the other side of the bar and I frantically looked around for the gunman, grabbing Brooke's hand and my Glock 17 Pistol in the other.

"Brooke get out your weapons!" I shout back at her and she nodded violently. I stood in front of her protectively and searched for the person that so horribly killed an innocent human being in front of so many others.
"There!" I shout over the screams of the defenseless people. I aimed at the murderer but there were way too many people running around to get a clear shot.
"This is a risk" I heard Brooke shout in my ear.
"Agreed, let's get him outside" I immediately thought of a plan "If we go either side of him and restrain both arms it should be easy!"
"Got it" she yelled.

We started running at full speed, skillfully dodging all drunkards and all the to-be-drunkards. I jumped over an unconscious being and headed straight for the gunman. As I approached the gunman, I got my body ready to latch onto them and fight their struggles.

I hooked an arm around their neck and put them into a headlock and motioned Brooke to come over. She sprinted over towards me and pulled out he rope out from around her waist. She tied the culprits wrists together behind his back, tugging the gun out of his hands. She tied his ankles up and kicked him down to the floor.

"Nice" I grinned at her and kneeled down low to the ground "thinking this is funny huh?" I spat.
"Let's take 'em to the car" She looked at me, putting her weapons back in her hiding spots.

*****

We dragged the gunman to Brooke's SUV and chucked them in the back seat. We drove towards our base, them whimpering behind us.

When we arrived, we opened the door and marched them into the meeting room where Blade sat, guards either side of him.
"What do we have here..." his voice was low.
"A possible enemy gang member. Caught hurting the public" I push the murderer into a chair, scouling at them.
"Well, don't put them there then! The bloody tourture room is here for a reason you idiot!" he hissed. I nodded and grabbed them by the collar.
Jared was sat in the torture room at his desk.

"Evening..." he muttered, not looking up.
"Jared" I looked at him, seriousness blanketed on my face. His head shot up immediately. "I have someone for you".

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