Logan

78. Here's To Friends

*Natalie's POV*

I'd been rehearsing with Canyon earlier this morning, and I was still sipping on the coffee Aeron had made, and rustling through my dresser drawers. I saved it from near-spill when I slammed the drawer shut, frustrated. I couldn't find my guitar pick bracelet, my good luck charm.

When Canyon had explained tonight would be his night to 'grace the stage' live, he'd asked me if I'd sing with him. It had been a while since I'd sang anything... remembering the last time with Canyon.

I felt bolder this time, so instead of thinking about it, I instantly accepted the gig. If Canyon Carrigan was singing, the club would be full, and extra security was being brought in so Aeron could actually be inside the building this time.

"Did you check the laundry?" Aeron whispered.

"Laundry, laundry hamper, dryer, washer, the entire area of the laundry room, yeah, I checked. It's nowhere to be found," I sighed, pulling at a stray hair on my shirt and letting it go in the trash.

"Come to bed with me," He smiled, patting the pillow next to him. I shook my head.

"I'd love to, but I have to find this bracelet."

His smile faded, "Why don't I just buy you a new one?"

"That's sweet, but not today." He didn't know that Logan had given me the bracelet in the first place, and I didn't feel like explaining that.

I was looking through my box from Lakeside, wondering if I'd left it in there by mistake, and coming up empty. I stumbled on a photo from Logan and I from Christmas, and tossed it back in the box.

Maybe Logan had it, and I couldn't shake the feeling, so I made my way down the stairs and down the few blocks to his house. I tried the handle but it didn't open, so I used the key Scarlet had made for me and before I knew, I was rifling through his things. I checked his guitar case first, finding a photo of me in the seam of the case. I pushed though the nostalgia, locking the case and pushing it back under the bed.

I was almost done looking when I heard a laugh, it was a woman's laugh. Just then, the two of them burst through the door, the woman wearing a robe and him with the towel around his waist. They were kissing, before Logan's eyes made contact with mine and he pulled away from her rapidly.

"Natalie-"

"Did you have it?"

His face seemed confused, "Have what?"

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, "Logan, my bracelet. Do you have it?"

"No, I don't."

I sighed, mumbling 'fuck' underneath my breath, pushing past them, and slamming the door on my way out. I was halfway down the hallway when I heard 'that's her?' and before I could hear what Logan said- I was out the door.

I looked to my left and swore I could see someone watching me. A chill went down my spine, and I sprinted back home.

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I felt breathless when I came through The Iris's doors with Aeron, feeling the chill of performing again. Aeron extended his hand to me, allowing me to pass through the crowd and keep my head.

Canyon's return had brought media, old fans, new fans, and old regulars in full house.

Canyon and Ophelia's hug squeezed me in when I arrived backstage, and Frankie's giggles couldn't contain themselves, and I couldn't help but grin.