Logan's vehicle ^^^^^^^^^
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Recap: There's no motor-cycle in-sight. Instead I see...
A bright orange Ford mustang with black stripes and rims. I freeze mid-stride and put my arm out to stop Logan. "Wow, wow, wow I am NOT riding in that."
"What's wrong with it?"
"Uh everything!"
"Well I guess you just gonna have to replace your own window then."
I close my eyes, tighten and release my fists, and take in a big breath.
"Let's go then." I say pained.
We walk to the car and at the last second he rushes in front of me and pulls the door open for me with a smile.
"I can open my own door" I say annoyed.
"I know but I didn't want you to break it by slamming it shut." he replies still happy.
I give up, it's to late to argue. I duck into the car and as I pull my leg in Logan closes the door. He walks around the car bonnet and the car dips slightly as he gets in. We drive in silence, the street lights casting intervals of shadows. We can hear the party before we see it but when it comes into view I really start to contemplate my choice on joining Logan.
"It's really loud." I have to raise my voice even though were still in the car. Logan just chuckles at this and pulls into the car-ridden driveway. There are already a few people passed out on the lawn but there are plenty more people dancing, flirting, drinking, kissing. We both hop out the car and walk towards the entrance. Logan greets a few of his friends as they walk past and I just hang there awkwardly. We reach the house and Logan navigates his way to the kitchen very smoothly.
"Have you been here before?" I ask
"Yeah. She's a really sweet girl"
I lift my eyebrows "Sweet?"
"And just a little bit kinky" he says lifting his hand up and pinching his thumb and pointer finger. We both laugh as he hands me a drink and I sip the warm liquid.
"Come on. I'll introduce you to some of my friends."
I gasp "You have friends?"
He glares at me and makes his way through the crowd. We arrive at a group of about 8 people joking around with red cups in their hands, I recognise a few from school. There spread out on two couches and the floor. They all greet each other and then Logan introduces me to Taylor, Luke, Adam, Mayris, Cody, Ella, Jake and Mitchell.
"Wanna play I have never?" Asks a blonde girl. I'm 85% sure her names Ella. (A/N: just incase you don't know I have never is a drinking game where people take turns in saying I have never *insert statement here* and if you have, you take a sip of alcohol)
"Sure." We sit down on the floor creating and 'o' formation with the couches and the boy sat opposite us.
We start off with boring statements like 'I have never gone on a road trip' or 'I have never driven a car' then thing get more teenager-ish like 'I have never been skinny dipping' or 'I have never been to third base'. I don't take many sips and in the end the others can barely walk straight where as I can still form proper sentences.
We disperse on to the dance floor. Logan, his friends and I joke around and dance a bit until Logan begins to look really sick. Jake, Ella and I lead him outside for some fresh air- which he insists he doesn't need. We sit down on the lush green lawn covered in trash and from the shadows I see Miles emerge with a red-head hanging off of him. They sit down and chat with Jake and Ella while I make sure Logan doesn't throw up.
"So Felicity how are you liking the party?" Asks Ella
"It's not that bad" I say
"Not bad!" Slurs the red-head "My house is amazing!"
Ahhh so this must be Feebie. Wow arrogant much? "Yeah your right" I say, not wanting any trouble especially considering how drunk this girl seems.
All of a sudden Logan lurches forward and throws up a disgusting smelling liquid. It splashes both our shoes and the lower half of Logan's pants. Jake, Ella, Miles and Feebie jump out of the way before it can hit them.
"Get your shit together man." Says Miles before wrapping his arms around Feebie and shoving his tongue down her throat. Uck!
"Are you okay." I whisper into his ear.
He lift his head up and he has a goofy smile on his face. "I'm great."
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I would like to apologise to divergingthestars and lexonia. Apparently when I put 'random' dollar signs for a time-lapse it's not in a pattern so I will now make all of my time-lapses purely out if dashes. And thanks you so much for reading
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