"Wait. You're gay?!" I asked. I never thought Logan would be gay.
He started laughing. "You... You're face.." He said through laughs. "Kidding! I just wanted to see how you'd react." I rolled my eyes.
"You're so mean to me."
"I'm Sorry Honey bun!!" He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around me. "Logan! Get off of me!" He rolled around.
"God Logan! Lay off the cupcakes!! You're squishing me to death!!
Wait.. Logan! Logan! We're gonna- "
My back hit by he floor . Luckily, he stopped himself from falling. "Fall." I breathed. He chuckled.
"You're really mean to me Logey-Bear." I whined, poking my lip out. "I'm sorry Bubbs."
"You used to call me that when we were younger! I hated that nickname." I said, chuckling a bit to myself. "You used to call me Logey-Bear, but I never complained. Even though I was made fun of in the eighth grade." I smiled. I remember that. It was so messed up that I yelled at the whole eighth grade.
"Aubrey! Logan! What are you two doing!" I heard my aunt yell.
"What ever You're thinking, it's not what it looks like." I said. I already know what she's thinking. God why were we in that position for so long!!
"Please, explain to me why Logan doesn't have a shirt on and you were both on the floor then."
Even explaining it, it would still sound wrong.
Sighing in defeat, I looked at Logan. "I was sitting on her bed for a while and I got hot so I took my shirt off. When she came up we were messing around, playing tag and I tried room get her but missed and we both ends up falling."
That was such a lame excuse. Surprisingly, my aunt nodded and went down stairs. I plopped on my bed and sighed. "I am gonna have a lot of explaining to do when you leave." I said.
"I'm sorry Bubbs."
I yawned. "I'm so tired."
"Sleep over?" Logan asked. I nodded.
"Sleep over."