Slowly Freaking Out

19- No Excuses

Logan's POV

“Logan,” I hear somebody whisper as they start shaking me awake. “Logan, wake up.”

I groan a little bit but finally recognize the voice as Miles so I turn around in my bed to face him. “What?” I grumble, wondering why he’s waking me up so early in the morning.

“You’re sleeping really late,” He comments, motioning towards my alarm clock on the nightstand that shows the flashing time of 1:00 pm. “Long night or something?”

I yawn and then sit up, wiping some embarrassing drool from the corner of my mouth. “Mae wouldn’t go to sleep until like, three o’clock in the morning because she was so upset about Landon.”

“Oh. Yeah, I head that they had a fight about something,” He nods, sitting on the edge of my bed as I sit up and run my fingers through my hair to attempt to get a few of the knots out of it because I feel incredibly self-conscious right now about how I look because Miles is right there.

“Do you know what it’s about?” I ask him, leaning my head against the wall because I’m still pretty tired.

“No. I don’t like to get involved in my sister’s drama,” He shakes his head at me.

“Well, neither do I because every time she’d talk, it’d be a mess of tears and snot and all I could get out of it was that I came up in the argument at some point. She was really upset though. Anyway, why are you waking me up? Did we have plans or something today?”

He shakes his head again. “Nope. No plans. I was thinking we’d go out tonight but given that you’ll probably want to stay here for Mae now, I guess we’ll reschedule that to some other time.”

“Yeah,” I sigh apologetically. “Thanks. Is she awake yet, do you know?”

“She woke up and then went downstairs and started watching My Girl but then she fell asleep again,” He explains. “So she’s down there on the couch but asleep.”

“Okay, well that’s good, I think,” I mutter. “At least she’s getting rest. And then I’m sure once she has a good head on her shoulders, she’ll go talk things out with Landon and it’ll all be okay by this weekend. They’ll work things out.”

“I’m sure they will,” He assures me. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

“Did you wake me up just so that we could talk?” I wonder through a long, heavy yawn.

“Well, a few nights ago at the movies, you said that we should talk but we never did and the suspension is just killing me,” He tells me with a light smile on his face. “Also, I felt like if you slept any longer, you’d become a potato and I don’t want to make out with a potato.”

“Who said that this potato wants to make out with you?” I wonder jokingly with a small laugh as I get out of bed.

“Okay, point made but you’re still going to tell me what you want to talk about, right?” He wonders as I head towards the door so that I can brush my teeth.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell him just before I hop out of the room and into the bathroom. I brush my teeth and then my hair before moving back into my bedroom where Miles is standing near my dresser, looking at a picture of me and my parents that I have standing on there.

“So, this thing that you wanted to talk about- should I be scared?” Miles asks me, looking away from the dresser and to me with a half-smile on his face.

“I don’t think so,” I tell him in a breathy voice, sitting down on my bed again and Miles follows suit, sitting down beside me. “But I think that this is a really bad time to talk about it since Mae is going through a thing.”