Hard Boy ✔️

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- Who Knew; P!nk -
- The Only Reason; 5 Seconds of Summer -

Aurora Holland

"Took you long enough," Logan joked as I hopped in the jeep. I glanced over to see him smiling at me with a goofy smile, one showing he was messing with me.

I let out a slightly fake laugh, not wanting to be rude or seem offended. "Sorry, I had to get past my dad," I explained anyway.

"I'm not worried," Logan said. He began the drive to his house, the low music playing on the radio being the only sound between the two of us.

I didn't say anything, simply because I didn't want to. I feel much better now that I've had that talk with Miles, but part of me knows I'm still truly upset. There's nothing I can really do but fake it until I make it, but even then it's easier said than done.

Before I realized it, we were already pulling up to the Jackson residence. I took my time in getting out of the car, knowing Logan would be patient enough to wait for me.

We got inside, and I saw that it was completely empty in the house. This surprised me, as for some reason I was expecting other people to be here.

"Is it just us today?" I asked, twirling my ring around my finger.

"Yes-" He stopped for a moment, looking over at me. "I hope you don't mind. I didn't really want anyone else to come over."

"Oh, okay," I mumbled, following him to the staircase.

He led me up the stairs and to the right side, my eyes casting over in the direction where Carter's room was. I know I shouldn't even give him the simple thought - but I did. I wondered if he was in there. Was he alone? Was he with Ashley?

Was he at her house? Where was he and what was he doing?

Obsessive thoughts ran through my mind, but instead of focusing on that, I put my focus back on Logan. He held his bedroom door open for me and I walked in, immediately taking notice of how different it was from his brothers.

It was brighter, with colors of all kinds in different areas. It wasn't themed at all, and the opposite of Carter's minimalistic look. It fit Logan, but at the same time threw me off as I hadn't expected it.

But then again, what do I ever expect anymore?

Logan had a futon at the foot of his bed, fluffy pillows and throw blankets messily lying atop it. He began to clear some room as I walked further into the bedroom, my eyes trailing over the different items lying around.

"Sorry about the mess," He spoke up, grabbing his remote from the bed.

"It's okay," I told him. I felt awkward, but instead of showing it I just smiled at him.

He began to press some buttons on the remote, beginning to look through his different streaming services. I reluctantly walked over to the futon, sitting down at the edge of it. His face stayed on the TV as he looked through the movies, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip as he looked through the selection.

"Are you picky when it comes to movies?" Logan asked, "I prefer action."

"I'm fine with whatever," I said.

"So is Inception alright with you?" He asked.

I have absolutely no clue what Inception is, but I assume it's an action movie based on the way he told me he prefers that. I just nodded, watching as he smiled bigger and clicked on the movie.