Logan:
Los Angeles, His House:
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"Logan, are you finally gonna get an assistant?" Evan questions, grabbing the water bottle from his desk. He and I had been playing Fortnite for the past few hours.
"Yes—well no. Not yet. It's not certain yet, bro." I explain. "She's just deciding on accepting the offer."
"It's Lola, right? The girl you've been texting nonstop for weeks now?" he teases. I roll my eyes.
"Yes, that's her. But shut up. We're only friends, okay?"
"Okay, okay. I'm just asking."
"Whatever. One more game and then I'm gonna head to sleep."
"Sleep? Dude, it's like 4pm." he says, surprise obviously in his tone.
"So? I'm going to sleep early." I retort.
"Are you alright? I'm sorry if Lola is a sensitive topic for you." he says, and I sigh.
"No Ev. She's not, it's just, she and I don't really know each other yet and I wanna get to know her but...I don't know. She's just...not as open as I am, I guess."
"Well, just talk to her. Maybe if you take time to get to know her then she'll consider being your assistant."
"Alright. Thanks bro." I say, smiling.
"No problem, Loges."
We bro-hugged and then started playing our last game.
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Wrong Number - l.p ☑️
FanfictionTexts between a strange girl and an idiotic boy. A love story that isn't like any other. All because of a text. Two people find each other and discover a new relationship.
