Love...and A Little More by purpleberry321 (Jessica)

Chapter 6

~Logan's POV~

What was happening? I promised myself that I wasn't gonna get drunk. I knew I wasn't. But, Joy? What was she doing? What was I doing?

I released my lips from hers and I try to look at her. In the dark, it was especially difficult.

"Joy?" I asked her.

"What? Wha..." she stoped.

I started to panic, "Joy? Joy, are you okay?" I yelled.

She slowly began to fall on the ground. I started to bang my fists against the door.

"Guys! Guys! This isn't funny anymore! We never planned this!" I screamed while knocking furiously.

No one answered. It made sense. I mean, most of the people here are probably drunk....and the rest? Well, how could they hear my banging through the loud music? Everyone probably forgot about us, and left the door unsupervised. Great, I thought.

I try to see what happened to Joy, "Joy? Joy?? Are you okay? Answer me!" I practically screamed. I shook her multiple times, but it didn't work.

I kept knocking and knocking, and every ounce of energy, deflated after every knock. I get hopeless. Tired. I backed against the wall and slowly went down in a sitting position. Bits of tears streamed down my face in exhaustion, as I slowly fell into sleep.

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I wake up to the sound of a call. The call of my name.

"Logan!"

It was Kaitlyn. Yet, I still wasn't able to answer her. It was like a weird phase I had during sleep.

"LOGAN! Where are you? You better not be hiding from me! Come on and help me clean up, or else mother and father are going to kill us!" She threatened.

I slowly opened my eyes and get up. Memories of last nights fiasco came back into mind, and thoughts came rushing back to me as I face Joy's sleeping body against the wall of the closet.

"Kaitlyn? KAITLYN? I'M IN HERE!" I shouted.

This was the worst possible situation you could have with a closet that locks from the outside. One where, you, a normal boy, get stuck with a girl that hates your guts.

I hear Kaitlyn trying to jiggle the door and unlocking it.

"Logan? What the heck? Why are you in here? You better come out of-" she paused and looked towards my right.

"What the hell is that person still doing here? Is that.....Joy?" Her eyes widened at the thought.

"Uh...no. She's...Mariah. She's in my home room....yeah," I lied.

Confusion washes over her, "Yeah, you're right. Joy would never wear a pink crop top," she shrugged and left. I sighed a sigh of relief that Kaitlyn didn't come in and check.

I knew they were friends a while back. Plus, I heard they got into a fight, which was why I didn't mention Joy was actually here. Kaitlyn would have been furious. Especially with Joy being in the same closet as me.

I walked out of the closet and looked for my phone. I decided to go upstairs and saw it laying on my bed. Weird, I thought, I remembered it on my nightstand. I grabbed it and headed back downstairs to see if Joy was awake. She wasn't. I tried to shake her, but after a few seconds, she started to mumble some words.

"No....not Sebastian....too weird. Not Grayson...too crazy-and rude. Ew.....not Logan," She mumbled, "he's cute but.....is gross, and such a.....a... horrible person."

I raise my eyebrows, "Joy?"

"...h-huh..?" Her eyes fluttered awake.

"I think it's time to go home," I said with a smirk.

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~Joy's POV~

I'm getting shook and yelled at. I wake up to find Logan's face up close to mine. I tried processing what he said. He told me to go home.

I regain control and started realizing where I was, and what happened.

I started, "What the hell Logan!? What am I doing in this closet? Did you PULL me in here? What happened? You better answer now or else-"

He cuts me off, "I don't know, honestly. I was pulled in here with you, remember?"

I couldn't care less about what he had to say in response. I stormed out of the massive closet and headed for the front door. I got stopped by a hand tugging me from my wrist.

"Hey, Joy, wait a sec," he said.

"What do you want Logan? The party ended already! Like...5 hours ago! Go continue to live your perfect life," I emphasized the word perfect, "and leave me the heck out of it!" I spit back.

Hurt spreads across his face, "Hey, what did I do for you to hate me so much?"

I thought about it for a second, but I didn't want to show him that I was struggling to give him an answer.

I softened my tone, "I...I don't hate you exactly, it's just, you're you, and I'm me, and we live in 2 different worlds, that I don't want to collide. Sorry..." I said the last words in a whisper.

As I quickly leave, he let my hand go, he let me go.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, I just had to get this scene over with, so I could start the next upcoming one! I'm sorry if it was boring, a new chapter will be, hopefully, posted soon.

I'd love it if you share, like, and comment any suggestions and ideas! It would make my day! Thanks again for reading!

~Jess