Inhale

Sept

I told Jordan that I needed to go home before Logan sent a police squad searching for me.

As we were walking towards Logan and I's apartment, I kept stopping because I literally felt drained.

I guess he got tired of stopping because he ended up carrying me on his back.

"What floor?" he asked as we stood inside of the unmoving elevator.

"Eight." I mumbled.

"Okay." he said as he pressed the number eight button.

When the doors opened, he asked, "Now, what number door is it?"

With my eyes still closed, I replied, "Thirteen."

He pulled me higher on his back before he continued to walk.

I heard a knock on the door and it opening.

"Mya!" I heard Logan say.

"Hey." I said in an almost whisper.

I got off of Jordan's back and walked towards Logan.

I leaned towards him and continued to close my eyes.

He easily lifted me in his arms before asking, "What happened to you?"

"I have a hangover." I replied.

"But you don't drink. What happened?" Logan asked.

"Tell you later." I mumbled.

"Well, thanks for bringing her back. Do you want to come in or something?" Logan asked Jordan.

I don't know what happened next because I fell asleep in Logan's arms.