Logan

90. Safety In Numbers

It was my third week sleeping between my house and Wren's, and we'd grown into a rhythm.

Every night we would swear we would stop, get as far as the driveway, and then he still ended up in my bed, or I ended up in his.

We knew it wasn't love, it was a friendship I couldn't describe. We could stay up and laugh for hours, or sleep the day away.

It was the way he wrapped his arms around me, it gave me safety in numbers.

His warmth, and the way the sun glowed on his skin, and his touch didn't make me flinch.

Wren always checked the doors every night, windows, and he kept a baseball bat near his bed. Guns made him nervous, so he never bought one. Which made me happy, I'd seen too many guns in my life already.

Seeing Logan between studio sessions with his band didn't feel as awkward anymore, except when I thought about the kiss.

Something about the way his fingers ran gently through his hair, the way the studio lights glistened on his guitar, it was familiar. I missed him, and I think he knew that too. Wren and Logan seemed more friends than ever, yet Logan's eyes would always drift to me.
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It was the tenth night in a row I hadn't taken my medication before going to bed.

"Nat, you know you should still be taking your meds." Wren leaned against the doorway of my bathroom, his arms crossed across his bare chest.

I sighed, placing the bottle back in the cabinet and pushing it shut. "I haven't had a bad dream in a long time Wren, I'll be fine."

"It doesn't work like that, and you know it." My eyes were closed, but I felt him moving closer to me, and his hand tightly gripped my shoulder.

"Don't." My voice was shaky, and Wren immediately picked up on my discomfort.

"I-" his voice rose, but he stopped a moment, taking in a breath. Wren's voice was softer this time, and he loosened his grip on me, "You wanted stability so you went to Lakewood to get that, right? You got the help you needed. It doesn't end just because you get a good night's sleep a time or two. You're doing really well."

I pulled away from him and opened the cabinet again, this time taking my dose out of it's case and into my mouth. They went down with a gulp of water, and I opened my mouth. "Just because you're right, doesn't mean you get to wave it in my face."

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*two days later*

*Logan's POV*

I woke up to what sounded like a bomb going off in my house. I turned on a light, and stepped out into the hallway. When my feet hit wet carpet, I turned back into my room and unplugged my octopus. I'd read about things that happened when electricity and water mixed, and grabbed a handful of towels and placed them against the doorframe of the bathroom, attempting to slow the flooding. I managed to find the number on the fridge, and then called my parents.

Within thirty minutes, a few guys got out of their truck and assessed the damage, and told me I should find a place to stay for a few nights while they cleaned things up.

My parents handled it, telling me to go to Alex's house. I packed only a few things, including my guitar. Alex and I traded off clothes sometimes, since he was spending more time at AB's apartment, I decided to take the guest bedroom on the first floor. I didn't want to think about the sounds that came from her room while Wren stayed there, but she just smiled when Alex told her about the house.