Slowly Freaking Out

6- You're The Weird One, Not Me

Mae’s POV

A couple days later, after I caught- or more like saw, because there wasn’t really much to catch- Logan and Miles hanging out together, I walked up to her room, knocking lightly on her door. 

“Come in,” I hear her call from inside the room. 

I twist the doorknob, pushing to door open, slowly walking into her room. “Logan,” I call into her room, realizing she must be in the bathroom. 

“Yeah?” She responds, coming out the bathroom with a toothbrush. 

I laugh at the sight of her brushing her teeth, even though there is nothing too humorous about that. “How come I always come in when you're brushing you teeth?” I ask, pushing a lock of my brown hair behind one of my ears.  

“Bad timing,” Logan teases, finishing off with brushing her teeth. “So,” She sighs, sitting down on her bed once she is done. “How are you?” 

“Random much? But, I’m good, thanks,” I smile at her, sitting down beside her, bringing up my legs to sit in the ‘camp-fire’ position, like I’m doing Yoga- which I’m not. “And you?”

“Same,” She chuckles. “We’re so weird,” Logan randomly states. 

“No, correction- you're so weird,” I joke, sticking my tongue out a her like the child I am at heart. 

“Right, that’s completely true,” She sarcastically agrees, nodding her head, making strands of her hair fall into her face, coming out of her already really loose ponytail. 

“So, I’ve realized that we haven’t really spent much time together recently-“ I begin to say, before being cut off. 

“Mae, I just got here, like a week ago,” Logan buts in. 

“I know,” I sigh. “But I want to spend as much time with you as I can, and I feel like I’m spending more time talking and hanging out with Landon than I am with you, my best friend.” 

“I don’t mind,” She assures me, placing a hand on my left shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll get to spend plenty of time together this summer. Plus, I find you and Landon so adorable.” 

“Well, how about we have a girls night tonight? Just the two of us,” I change the topic as I feel a blush creep up my neck as she comments about Landon and me. 

“Ok,” She agrees, “But as long as you make your delicious brownies, got it?” 

“Got it,” I laugh, my smile widening. 

“Good,” She says, a smile of her own overtaking her features. “I was planning to go to the beach now, wanna come?” Logan asks. 

“Yeah,” I reply, “Let me just go get changed and I’ll meet you downstairs in five.” 

~~~ 

For the majority of the day, up until about 6 PM, Logan and I spend the day at the beach, just relaxing, swimming, and eating. That’s one of the best parts of having a best friend: you can literally relax and do nothing special with them, but it still ends up being the most amazing time ever, because you are with your best friend and that’s all you need to make your day a great one.  

At around 7 PM, I am downstairs, in the kitchen, preparing to make brownies. There is nothing too special about the brownies I make- I just follow a simple recipe that I found online one time and I continue to use that one recipe because they always turn out quite good, I think. Logan claims that my brownies seem to be more gooey than other people’s brownies. I am not entirely sure if that is 100% true, but if Logan wants me to make her brownies, that’s what I will do.