Logan held the phone to his ear. He did NOT look excited for this phone call. “hello? Logan where the hell are you?!” coach yelled into the phone. “well coach its kinda a funny story haha um uh haha....” Logan trailed off awkwardly. “Does it sound like im laughing? Lets hear this oh so great story for why you are not at practice.” the coach was waiting putting all the pressure on Logan to get this hookie story right. “Okay well Hertl and I went out for some sushi and a drink last night, and well... uh... we haven't left from the bathroom all night. We got bad sushi. To tell you the truth coach I am legit talking to from a toilet right now.” Logan replied pretty confidently. “oohh well dont play hookie with me get both of your asses down here right now, I want to see you and Hertl in uniform on the ice in 30 minutes.” coach screamed irritated' back at Logan. “Coach, if you make me and Hertl go on that ice you will have to burn our uniforms afterwards and replace your plumbing system because we will make even the toilets get sick after what we put down those pipes.” Logan looked over and smiled at Amanda and Ashley who were trying so hard not to laugh out loud at Logan's confident phone call. “Okay clever one if your in the bathroom then where's Hertl?” Coach asked. Logan thought quickly on the spot. Then replied, “Hertl didnt want me to tell anyone, but you wanted to know so I guess I have to tell you...” He paused dramatically, “Hertl never made it to the toilet, Coach, he just..” Mcclellan cut him off before he had to go into detail. “Okay, okay thats enough I don't want either of you near this stadium until you are better, you hear?! And for heaven sakes go help Hertl!” he yelled. “Yes Coach, thanks for understanding, bye.” Logan replied with a smile on his face as he hung up the phone.
The four sat on the floor of the spare room. 3 of them, Logan, Amanda, and Ashley, laughing hysterically. Then there was Tomas who didn't understand a word of the conversation. Ashley felt awful, but she couldn't explain to him while laughing so hard. Tomas just laughed along with them so he didn't seem awkward. Through fits of laughter Ashley managed to tell Logan in French, “Oh god he has no idea that the coach and team now think he's just lost somewhere in a puddle.” Amanda looked confused along with Hertl, “What?” Ashley translated In Italian. “We all need one universal language. This is getting ridiculous.” Ashley through her hands in the air. The giggles died down and now they all sat looking at one another. “Um... hey guys...” Amanda got a thought, “What the hell happened to Nick?” Ashley's eyes widened in panic. “Oh my god. I'm the worst twin ever.” Ashley put her head into her hands. Amanda stood up, “No, no. it's okay we've got this. When was the last time we saw him?” Ashley groaned and laid back on the floor. “When I was on stage...” Amanda sighed and looked at Tomas. He had a grin. “Out of all the english things we've said that's really the only thing you got?” He shrugged. “How can I forgot?” Amanda sighed, “Do you mean forget?” Ashley sat up irritably, “Don't correct his english.” Ashley looked at Tomas, “Good progress, baby.” Logan sighed, “Guys, more Nick talk, and less talk about my best friend stripping. It's a really bad image” Ashley frowned, “I'm not that bad...” Amanda pinched the bridge of her nose, “Guys. Nick. Back to Nick. Do you think he went home?” Ashley gasped, “Oh he better have not! My bags are in the car!”
She shot up and ran towards the front door. She flew the heavy doors open and was surprised by the fog. “What the hell? Guys, I can't see a thing!” Logan came up behind her and looked as well, “Welcome to the Bay Area.” Ashley groaned and held herself a little tighter. “I need to find the car.” Logan looked at her disapproving. “You don't know the city and you are going to go wander around blindly in it?” Ashley huffed and looked back at him. “I need to find my brother.” Logan pursed his lips, “I'm going with you. What is some creeper decides to mug you?” Ashley rolled her eyes, “Yeah, definitely going to happen.Now what is someone sees you? You'd supposed to be stuck on the toilet remember?” She noted that Logan's face had turned slightly pink. “Why do you fight my help so hard?” Ashley saw his disappointment. “What do you mean?” She now felt bad. He shrugged, “I don't know. Just when it comes to anything you want to do it on your own. Like how you refused to let me pay for you to visit me in Canada. Then you had to drop your french class so you could pay for the trip.” Ashley looked away, “How did you know about the class?” Logan sighed, “Nick told me.” Ashley looked back up at him. “Alright, let's go..” Logan ran back in the club to tell Amanda and Tomas to look inside. When he returned the two searched for the car and eventually found it parked in the back of the club. Unfortunately, Nick was no where to be seen. Ashley laid her forehead on the car. “I feel like we are in a bad rendition of The Hangover.” Logan laughed, “Can I be Bradley Cooper then?” Ashley stayed quiet for a moment then laughed, “Amanda's Alan.” Logan laughed and nodded, “So the weird chinese guy would be Tomas?” Ashley shook her head while laughing, “No, his uncle Olaf would.” She froze and looked up at Logan. “Oh my gosh, Olaf!” Logan frowned, “Who's Olaf?” Ashley ran her fingers through her hair. “Yes, Olaf! Tomas's russian pimp uncle.” Logan looked even more confused, “... Pimp?” Ashley nodded quickly, “Yes, like hoes and bitches kind of pimp. What if he found Nick?” Logan crossed his arms. “Ash, you and Amanda treat him like he's 5 years old. He's 20 years old.” Ashley looked up at the sky. “No, no. You don't understand. That idiot would not get anything done if it wasn't for my parents and I. He has no drive to do anything. The only reason he got into hockey was because he didn't want my dad to like me more. It was like a competition. You know that.” Logan bit his lip, “Yes, I remember.” Ashley shook her arms at her sides and closed her eyes, “Okay, if I were Nick and the girl I love was now sleeping with my best friend then where would I go?” Logan chimed in, “A bar?” Ashley opened her eyes and glared, “Well, no shit. He was already at one.” She closed her eyes again, “Home. I would go home.” She sighed and laid her hands on the car. She reached into her pocket and found her phone. She dialed Nick's number which was only one number off from her own. The phone went straight to voicemail. “Yo, it's Nick. Probably out getting bitches. Leave a message.” Beep. Ashley rolled her eyes at his stupid message. “Hey, Stupid. Where the fuck are you? We are now on the search for your dumb ass. Call me, please.” Ashley hung up and put her phone back into her pocket, “Gosh dammit.” Logan continued looking at her. “Well maybe they found him inside.” Ashley nodded. The two walked towards the club again. Logan slumped his arm around Ashley shoulder and squeezed tight, “Don't worry.” He let his arm fall. She frowned.
