Summary: You dreamed of turning your fifth wheeling of Hannah and Allie's relationship into triple dates with the help of a certain brunette player. However at a party like any other, your object of desire might be feeling the same way. All it took was some many Jell-O shots.
Warning: Drinking, both reader and logan are really intoxicated but nothing happens (they’re just having a fun silly time) mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff!
Author’s Note: Wow this is so long but I really wanted to develop the relationship so sorry or you’re welcome. They’re supposed to be like having a carefree time at a party so some fluff and fun to start your week’ I’m starting summer classes soon so praying I still have time to write. Currently developing a part two for Patched Up. Also thank you for the crazy amount of likes and support on the posts!!!
Sometimes I seriously debate why I choose a school on the East Coast. As much as I fucking love the seasons and architecture, right now I’m trying to picture myself at the sunny UCLA while the rain pelts down with no mercy.
Allie, Hannah and I are huddled under Allie’s coat as a weak attempt to stay dry. Well I would’ve been perfectly dry if we were still in the apartment and not dressed in mini skirts and crop tops trying to navigate ourselves to a party during a small hurricane. It was literally the end of November, what was I thinking?
But Allie insisted. And now that Hannah is officially dating Garrett Graham. For reals dating this time, it was two against one in the debate to attend the hockey house party.
I don’t know why I agreed to come because I’m ninety percent sure I’ll have to walk home alone since both my roommates happened to bag two of the most sought after guys at Briar U. But Dean promised a good time and Jell-O shots and after the midterm I just took, it seemed like a reasonable weekend plan. Unfortunately, the forecast was not in our favor.
Allie opens the door with no thought as Hannah and I quickly run inside. The party is in full swing as the sound of house music rings through the chatter of people.
“Wow it’s coming down hard now,” Garrett greets with a smile.
Hannah’s face immediately lights up, greeting him with a hug and a peck on the cheek while Allie and I give an awkward wave.
“Uhh you might wanna go check on your boyfriend,” Garrett also adds, nodding towards where Dean is just finishing up a keg stand causing the house to shake with all the cheering.
Allie saunters off towards Dean, where his face morphs into a smirk seeing his girlfriend has now joined the party. They greet each other in a very passionate makeout which prompts me to go look for a drink.
I have to squeeze past the crowd to eventually make it to the kitchen island where Tucker has nicely laid out some snacks.
Then towards the left. Bingo! Jell-O shots. I eagerly reach for one when someone approaches me from behind and grabs their own cup.
“You finally made it,” they say, and when I turn it’s John Logan.
John Logan. Star defensemen of the hockey team and Briar U’s most fawned over bachelor.
Also the best friend of my best friends’ boyfriends.
Also the subject of my very very VERY small and insignificant crush.
“The weather was being unfriendly,” I say, playfully clicking our shots before consuming.
Thank you Dean is all I have to say. I reach out for a bottle of vodka to pour myself a proper drink before Logan nudges me.
“You gotta little something here,” he gestures, pointing to the corner of his mouth.
Fuck now I’m staring at his lips.
I must’ve reacted too slowly because now he is reaching out and swiping the stubborn Jell-O piece with his own thumb. His fingers are cold from the bottle of beer he’s holding but I don’t think that’s the entire reason a shiver runs through my body.
“Thanks,” I mumble, returning to my drink. I look into the cup and welp. Curse my heavy hand.
“Did you enjoy the game?” Logan asks, as I’m trying to balance out the drink with some fruit punch.
I take a sip and immediately start pouring more punch.
“Yeah,” I shrug, “I mean you won so that’s always nice.”
“You see the goal I scored.”
I give him a nod. I don’t tell him that my eyes almost exclusively track the number 22 every game. Hockey isn’t really my thing. But I can’t deny it’s really hot seeing Logan play.
I take another sip of my drink, finally satisfied with the taste. Logan is still lingering which is a bit of a surprise.
We’ve been hanging out a lot more in the past few weeks since I started to come around to the hockey house a bit more with Hannah and Allie. I use to feel weird tagging along, being the random third roommate that’s always around but the guys are always super welcoming. Which is really no help to my crush.
I’m well aware of Logan’s reputation on campus. Often seeing his game play out in real time. Not the one on the ice. But sometimes when our eyes meet during a group hangout, for a brief second I think I have a chance.
“You think you’ll win the championship this year,” I ask, forcing myself not to shy away. The alcohol is helping a lot with that.
His face twists in thought, and I try not to admire how handsome he looks tonight. He’s a bit more loose with the alcohol and the heat of the crowded house brings a cute pink flush to his tan cheeks. His hair is slightly tousled and his stubble is growing in.
“Teams pretty strong this year,” he muses, “I feel like we have a fair shot if some of the guys get their act together.”
“Nah,” he shakes his head, taking another swing of his beer, “But you know we’ve been on a winning streak so you know. Confidence is turning into cockiness.”
“Weren’t you the one who suggested pregaming the game tonight since you knew it was gonna be a defiant win,” I ask.
He flashes me one of those signature smiles to which I immediately take a large gulp of my drink to hide the blush creeping onto my face.
“It was the fucking clovers,” he grins, playfully nudging me.
I give him a small smile, expecting Logan to leave and go mingle with the crowd. But he stays put.
“How did your midterm go?” Logan asks.
My brain tries not to react to the fact he remembers something about me. We’re just friends.
“Oh it definitely went,” I say glumly, finishing the last of my drink.
“I’m sure you did great,” he assures, “You’re literally the smartest person I know.”
“Well it’s over now so I’m trying to forget and enjoy the night.”
“Amen to that,” Logan grins, offering up another Jell-O shot.
Now I’m properly tipsy. Wow I’m so glad Allie dragged me out in the rain.
“Yo Logan!” Tucker yells from across the living room, “You’re up!”
I look over to see Tucker and Beau gesturing to the keg with an evil glimmer in their eyes. Glancing back up to Logan, he has a nervous smile on his face but I already know he’s game. He got the winning goal. He deserves a celebratory night
“Looks like you’re being summoned,” I tease.
He gives me a wink before walking over to where his friends are ready to hoist him up.
I take another Jell-O shot because my mind says I deserve it. My gaze scans the room for any familiar faces, landing on a group of girls from the publication I write for on campus.
I catch up with them and then end the conversation with a group shot. Then Birdie on the hockey team offered me a drink as we discussed the stupid midterm we just took. Then after that conversation I decide to get a refill of my strong homemade vodka and punch and pray that either Hannah or Allie aren’t too busy sucking face.
It must be my lucky night because I find Hannah and Garrett in a very PG position on the couch. Hannah is not the biggest fan of PDA but Garrett is slowly corrupting her.
I flop down on the opposite end, letting out a sigh.
“Having fun?” Hannah asks, reaching out a hand over the couch cushion. I interlock our fingers giving them a squeeze.
“Tons,” I say happily, giving them a smile feeling fun and floaty, ““Great party Garrett. I feel fabulous!”
Both of them give a laugh as chanting begins to fill the house as Logan is now being held up by Tucker and Beau (AGAIN), gripping onto the keg. My eyes can’t help but stare at his toned biceps, flexed as he keeps himself upright.
He’s done after 15 seconds which is shorter than the first time but Logan has a hazy smile when he returns standing.
“So when is that happening,” Garrett asks, snapping me out of my trance.
“You and Logan,” Garrett says, “You guys have been dancing around each other for the past week.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I quickly say.
“Don’t project your ideal triple date onto my friend,” Hannah chides to which my heart sinks a little.
“Wouldn’t it be awesome though,” Garrett grins, not letting up. I take a long sip of my drink.
“I don’t think Logan is into me like that,” I shrug.
“Are you into him though?”
“I mean,” my voice trails off, “He’s objectively hot.”
Also he’s the sexiest guy I know. Has the most perfect smile. Not to mention the body of a Greek god. Super talented at hockey. Able to carry intelligent conversation while making me laugh. Overall, my dream guy. But I don’t mention knowing Garrett is going to say something to Logan and then everything will be weird.
“Yeah ok. Well Logan might surprise you,” Garrett scoffs but decides not to press further. I fear he might’ve come to his own conclusion with that answer.
“Whatcha guys talking about?” Logan voices, hopping over and taking the spot next to me.
Both Garrett and I make eye contact before I decide to suggest, “I think it’s Garrett’s turn for the keg.”
Garrett gives me a pointed look but Hannah squeals eagerly, dragging him off the couch. Whipped for my roommate, he follows. Not before giving me a knowing look as Logan turns to face me.
“How ya feeling?” Logan says, his voice slightly slurring as he looks at me with hazy eyes.
I’m not drunk enough to not notice that his leg is pressed against mine so I decide to throw back the rest of my drink into my mouth.
“I feel fabulous,” I smile, shyly, “And yourself?”
“Perfect night to a perfect game,” he smiles.
I feel the alcohol fully pumping through my system now. The noise of the party is muffled and if I think too hard the room starts spinning. So I decide to focus all my attention on Logan.
We begin to talk about class and the semester. He’s a business student while I’m in international relations so we’ve had some overlapping coursework. The conversations drift from classes, to hockey, to friends, to life in general. He mentions his post grad plans, hoping to play for the Bruin farm team in Providence while I tell him my options for grad school. (Fingers crossed it’s in the East Coast cause I’m not ready to leave yet) I’m not sure how long we’ve been talking for but I feel like I could stay on this couch forever.
When I glance around I finally realize the party is over except for a few stranglers. Dean, Allie, Beau and Tucker are all in the kitchen talking and tidying up. I assume Hannah and Garrett called it in for the night.
“What’s a skill you wish you could have?” Logan mumbles. He’s been asking me the weirdest questions about hobbies, childhood memories, and of course I keep indulging him.
His hair is a mess falling in front of his hazy eyes. I don’t even hesitate brushing it out of his face to which he gives me a soft smile. Fuck.
“You know,” I hum drunkingly, “I don’t know how to ice skate.”
Logan’s face drops in surprise which makes me laugh. He comes closer as if to inspect my features to see if I’m lying or not.
“What do you mean?!” He exclaims, which makes me laugh again.
“I grew up in Florida, remember,” I tease, “Can’t really skate on the ocean.”
“But you’ve gone to Briar for three years now! Surely Hannah and Allie taught you.”
“I went once,” I say, glumly, “Fell almost immediately and have been too embarrassed to try again.”
“Oh baby,” he sighs, shaking his head.
My heart flutters at the nickname.
“I’m taking you skating,” he decides, “Monday after practice. The rink should be empty.”
Wow, plans are being made. Like one on one plans?
“I didn’t ask for lessons, Logan,” I tease.
“Yeah well how are we supposed to have cute winter dates if you can’t ice skate.”
I freeze, making sure it wasn’t just the alcohol causing me to imagine things.
Logan just smiles down at me. I think the alcohol has officially turned him into his super confident and charming alter ego, Jack. Even though Logan is always confident (main source of attraction for me) when he drinks, Logan genuinely believes he can and will do anything. I guess in this case it’s taking me out on a date (even though I had no clue that was in the cards for us)
“Yes. I’ve been wanting to take you on one for awhile now,” he says with the most serious face, “I was actually gonna ask you after the game but you had already left.”
“Oh?” is all I can respond with.
“Wait it’s okay if you don’t want to! I totally misread the vibe. Sorry I’m drunk right now,” he quickly adds, creating some space between us on the couch.
“No!,” I sit up so fast that the house starts to spin.
I have to inhale to steady myself and make sure I don’t mess this up.
“I want to! I just thought you weren’t into me like that.”
“Not into you? You’re like the main thing on my mind these days,” he says with genuine confusion.
Damn he’s so cute with those furrowed brows.
“Of course! You’re the cutest girl I’ve ever met. When you started coming around with Hannah and Allie more Garrett was being such an asshole because it was so obvious I was into you.”
I’m too tired to recall any previous interaction Logan and I have had but hopefully future sober me can drill him on this.
“I thought you were just being nice.”
“Baby I literally pointed to you when I scored today.”
That I do remember. The crowd stood up to applause the buzzer beater goal and there was number 22 on the ice looking up in my direction.
“Oh I thought you were gesturing to the crowd.”
Logan lets out a laugh which makes me giggle. We’re now completely cuddled against each other with his arm stretching along the back of the couch to wrap around my shoulders. My fingers begin to nervously fiddle with the hem of his Tshirt.
“If it makes you feel better, I thought I was really obvious about my crush,” I mumble.
“Not at first. I originally thought you were just shy.
He laughs at my confused look before explaining.
“Yeah well you never looked me in the eye and always sat the furthest away from me in group settings.”
“Well you make me nervous.”
He lets out another chuckle before lacing our fingers together and giving them a squeeze.
“What I was saying about you being so cute.”
“Stop it,” I whine, hiding my face in his neck, “I’m too drunk to process all of this.”
Logan lets out another soft laugh, stroking my hair back to reveal my flushed face. I really want to kiss him. I want to make up for the past few weeks where he could’ve been mine but I was too blind to see it.
“It’s still raining. What about you sleepover tonight?”
I must be awful at hiding my eager facial expression because he laughs.
“Just sleep. I think we both had one too many Jell-O shots tonight,” he teases, pinching my cheek.
I smile and nod at his offer but he doesn’t stop there.
“In the morning I’ll take you out on a proper breakfast date.”
“Can I kiss you if I like the date?” I ask sleepily.
“You can have whatever you want baby. I’ve always been yours but I’m glad to know you’re also mine.”
“Say that again,” I mumble, eyes growing heavy.
Instead I feel him press a kiss to my forehead before guiding me to stand. I lean against him for support even though he’s almost as drunk as me.
Logan and I manage to make it to his room which is quite the trek up those damn stairs. I don’t miss Dean’s hushed comment of “I told you so.”
Once we’re in his room, I quickly kick off my boots and make a beeline to the bed. I hope he doesn’t mind that I'm in my outdoor clothes.
Apparently not cause, he lets out a chuckle and flops right next to me. His arm wraps around my waist, not pulling me closer but just a reminder that he’s there.
I make a mental prayer hoping that tonight wasn’t just a dream before shutting down my brain for good.
“This is as real as can be baby.”
