☮︎︎ 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗮'𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 ➪ 𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝘂𝗹 ☮︎︎

"You have a crush on her!"

L O G A N

      Mike and I were doing random shit for the vlog when Mike ran over to me. "Bro, let's go just chill in the garage." Mike said, already heading to the house. "Okay wait up!" I yelled, following him inside.

     "You like Jayla." Mike blurted in the middle of a conversation. My eyebrows frown and my eyes widen. "Uh, no." I scoff. Mike knowingly smirks at me. "C'mon dude, it's so obvious. Did you see the way to reacted when Lana greeted you?" Mike says. Jayla and Lana walk in and plop down on one of the lovesacs. "Speak of the devil." I mutter to myself. Suddenly, my phone dings.

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hey logan. it's me jayla

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   I look up and see Jayla, nodding and smiling. I hastily text her back.

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hey jayla :)

Jayla☀️
hi logan. ur thinking about something. before
i texted u u had this look on ur face

ur not wrong, lol

Jayla☀️
u wanna talk about it?

nah haha

Jayla☀️
ight logan, lana's getting sus of who i'm texting
so i'mma peace out

bye, jayla :)

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Lana looked to Jayla's phone. "Who are you texting?" Lana said loudly. Mike snickered and turned to the girls. "I wouldn't doubt Jayla would be talking to some heartthrob in the vlog squad." Mike laughed. My jaw slightly clenched but I smirked at Jayla. "Yeah, Jaylaaa," I dragged the 'luh' out. "Who ya' texting?" Jayla's eyed me and shut off her phone, putting it down.

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Me and Jayla were sharing a lovesac and just talking out random stuff. We had a lot more in common than I thought.

J A Y L A

Logan's deep but child-like voice rang through the house. "JAYLA AND LANA MEET ME IN THE BACKYARD!" I looked to Lana who nodded. "Just follow him. It's probably for his vlogs." We get up from the lovesac we are in and head outside. As we get closer to where Logan is, we can hear him talking to his camera. What he was saying was inaudible. Right when we're about 8 feet away from him he turns around with a flamethrower. "AH!" I yell and cover my face. Lana jumps back and lets out a squeak. "Fucking asshole." I mutter, walking towards Logan again. As revenge, I snatch his camera and run off with it. "Jayla— Jay!" He calls out, panting as he runs towards me.

I giggle to the camera for the thousandth time after still being chased around my Logan. I jump into the boxing ring and Logan tackles me to the ground. "You're evil!" He says, taking the camera from my hands. "I know!" I giggle.

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I wake up on a couch. Not my couch, someone else's. I scan the room with squinted and eyes and—well. I'm at Logan's. I have a splitting headache. I look over to the glass coffee table. It's decorated with alcohol—oh. I got drunk. Logan's 6'2" frame is scattered along the other white couch. Mike and Lana are at the kitchen island. "Finally!" Lana beams. I slap my hand onto my hand. "Shush!" I scold Lana. She giggles. "You need advil?" Mike's scratchy voice fills the room. "Yes, please." I croak.

All the commotion must've woken a beast. Logan is grumpy if you wake him up.

"Shut up already!" Logan groans. I exchange a look with Mike and Lana. "Someone's grumpy." Mike snickers. Logan sits up. "I don't care! You guys are LOUD!" Logan complains. I sigh. "Logan, you're the one being loud. Go to sleep in your room or something." I said quietly. Logan physically relaxes and gets up to go to his room. "That's magical." Lana told me in awe of the fact I got Logan to shut up.

this is shittt k bye