Tongue Tied // Luke Fanfiction (au)

CHAPTER TRES

Luke:

It was about two in the morning and I was starting to get tired. Besides I haven't even seen Logan since I brought the pizza in. Deciding I wanted everyone home I searched for Michael to help me out. I ended up finding him past out on the bathroom floor. Great! Have to do this myself. I pulled the plug cutting the music off causing everyone to groaned.

“Sorry mates, thanks for coming out but I need you all to go home.” I shouted standing on a table. Shoving past the crowd I held the door open telling people good night. People gave me a lot of compliments telling me the party was great. I smiled to myself thinking I was a success hoping my label as a nerd would disappear. Unfortunately I didn't see Logan leave, she must of left a while ago.

I turned all the lights off then headed upstairs into my room for bed. God I'm so tired. At least I didn't drink to the point where I would have a hangover. When I opened my door I saw the one and only Logan Turner sitting against my closet door with an empty bottle of Vodka. She turned her head to me slowly noticing my presents.

“Hello Mr. Lucas.” Logan slurred. “You now life can be a real bitch sometimes.” Oh no. She got up stumbling a little. She glanced at the empty bottle frowning. Logan pulled her arm back then letting the bottle fly out of her hands shattering it against the wall, causing her to laugh.

“Logan lets get you cleaned up.” I held my arms out coming towards her cautiously. “Why I just love being a screw up.” her voice was full of sarcasm. “I get to drink away and forget about her.” she laughed coldly.

“You're better than this. Hell you can do way better.” I promised her stepping closer. She gave me a wicked grin.

“I'll do what she did to me, I'll make someone feel special then screw them over like they were nothing.” Logan tripped trying to come to me.

“You don't want to do that. You're more special than you think you are.” she was about to say something, but instead she covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom in my room. I followed her in hating the way she's treating herself. Logan was leaning over the toilet hurling. I grabbed her hair gently to get it out of the way while rubbing circles around her back trying my best to sooth her.

When she was finished she leaned back against the wall. Her eyes were bloodshot with tears streaming down her delicate face.

“I don't understand. I was so good to her.” she cried.

“I'm going to get you some clothes to sleep in. There's an extra toothbrush under the sink you can use. I'll be right back.” I rested a hand on her knee to comfort her looking for a response. She nodded finally letting me help her. I sat up and walked into my room in search of something for her to sleep in.

I found a Green Day shirt she could sleep in, along with a pair of boxers. I hope she doesn't mind the boxers, it can get kinda hot in here. Knocking on the door lightly before opening I rested the clothes on the sink. She sat on the edge of the tub brushing her teeth.

“Um I gave you a pair of my boxers, I hope you don't mind. It gets kind of hot in here.” I blushed rubbing the back of my neck looking at the floor. Logan walked to the sink rinsing the toothpaste out. She gave me a small fake smile.

“I don't mind, thank you.” She grabbed the clothes and held them close to her. I smiled leaving her, giving her privacy to change.