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Milla's POV: The Plan That Shall Not Flop/Let's Talk About Weed Baby

When I got home I went straight to my bedroom. My annoying brother was playing video games and my older brother was doing something in his room with some girl. I rolled my eyes and put my headphones in.

    I sat on my bed and went on my phone, checking a few messages from my friends.
    G - dude you gotta help me with the RED problem...
    Nat(ala) - not that i'm interested or anything, but can you tell me more about that hoe bag Violet?

    A groan from the room next door interrupted my thinking. Why the hell is Logan like this? I turned my music up as loud as it could go.

***

    The next morning I woke up to the sun shining through my white curtains and the smell of something burning in the kitchen. That instantly woke me up. I scrambled out of bed and put on a new shirt and headed down to the kitchen to check the damage.

    Just as I expected, Logan was busy tongue-battling with his one night stand in the corner of the kitchen while a pancake lay burning on the stove.
   
    "EXCUSE ME!" I interrupted, running to turn the stove off.

    Logan and his woman didn't even seem to notice me, and by the looks of it, wouldn't be stopping anytime soon.

    I need to get out of here.

    "Eric let's go!" I screamed and grabbed my school bag. Eric walked down the stairs and shielded his innocent eyes from the abomination that is Logan.

    I slammed the door on the way out just to see if that would get Logan's attention.

    "I'm sorry you had to see that, Eric." I apologized.

    "At least it's better than yesterday..." he paused. "What does a butt plug do Milla? And why did that nice lady call Logan Daddy?"

    I squinted my eyes and cringed. "Oh Eric... Logan's in another one of his plays remember?" It's the only lie that an innocent kid like him can believe. "And she didn't say butt plug... she said..." oh god think fast,  "...But Doug!! As in one of his play lines. Logan's character name is Doug, you see." I quickly took a sip from my water bottle to drown out my terrible excuse.

    "I thought it was daddy?"
   
    I choked on my water. "Doug is the nice lady's father, Eric."

    "Makes sense."

    We both sat in the car for about another fifteen minutes before Logan and his "daughter" came out, both looking like they just got out of play rehearsal, if you know what I mean. I gave Logan the death glare once we finally made eye contact.
   
    He sauntered his ugly self over to the car and got inside. "Sup' fuckers."

    I sighed. "You did tell the poor girl about all the diseases you have right?"

    He rolled his eyes and started the engine. "I don't have diseases, I'm clear as of yesterday."

    "How was play practice, Logan?" Eric asked from the backseat.

    Logan turned and made a confused face at Eric and then at me. He then took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and stuck it in his mouth. "It's called fucking, alright? And Eric, my boy-"

    "Logan I swear to god I will hit you if you say another word!"

    He shrugged and backed out of the driveway.

    This would be a long ride.

***

    Thank god we live only a few minutes away from school, so I didn't have to sit and smell weed anymore today.