The Blonde Choch Next Door

Chapter 44 - Loliver

Logan's PoV

Logan grinned as he strode down the hallway, turning back to give Oliver a wink as she shut the door to her apartment. She blushed, shaking her head and covering her mouth with the palm of her hand. Locks of hair flew to the front of her face, brushing against the sides of her cheek, and she nervously tucked them behind her ear; he could see how red her cheeks were, even from a distance.

How adorable.

He watched as she finally shut the door, small hand disappearing with a wave into the apartment. He stared at the closed door for a second, then turned around, smiling to himself.

Hell yeah..

Taking his hands out of his pockets, he fist-bumped himself as he neared the door.

Score.

He punched the air several times, then chuckled to himself, reaching into his back pocket. He swung out the keys, jingling them up and around the palm of his hand, twirling them through his fingers, then spinning the lanyard back around the other way—over and over and over again.

His plan had worked perfectly.

Guess there's perks to being drunk after all...
take notes boys, take notes.

He laughed.

Good thing Oliver hadn't bothered to frisk him.

Actually, good thing she didn't know that even if he had lost his keys—Evan had been in the apartment the whole time and could have just opened it...lol.

He halted outside the door, grabbing his phone and raising it to his face. Once it unlocked, he clicked on the Twitter icon, logging in to a storm of notifications:

@loganpaul it's tiiiime!!!
@loganpaul your Italian Wife is waiting
@loganpaul date time!

Woah.

His last vlog 'MEET ME ITALIAN WIFE' had a crap TON of mentions...

@loganpaul just hit a million!!
@loganpaul logangstrongAF

Damn. Already?! The Logang really was strong AF.

He paused, thumbs hovering over the screen. Apparently that wasn't all...

The hashtag #Loliver was trending.

Logan laughed out loud.

Loliver...

Loliver...

His laughter rang out into the hallway, the sound bellowing off of the walls, much too loud for 9 A.M...

Loliver...

That's got to be the worst ship name in the history of shipping....

He exited out of Twitter with a click of his thumb and went straight to YouTube, re-watching his vlog with Oliver. He smiled as her face came up on his screen—she blushed every single time she looked at him, it really was that obvious. And he saw how nervous he was too—he could still remember how fast his heart had been pounding inside his chest...he watched as he turned towards her.

"If this video gets 1 million likes, I'll take her out on a date."

He paused it, cheeks warming, staring down at the number of likes...

1,000,236

Damn Logang, dayuum.

Well, looks like #Loliver—he still couldn't get over that—was going on a date...
He smiled, turning the key into the lock and entering his apartment.

He knew the perfect place to take her.