stop this train

"I want to get off and go home again. I can't take the speed it's moving on. I know I can't, but honestly, won't someone stop this train?"logan mills | 35 | corporate monkey

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texts | logan + james

James: Is someone after you?

Logan: If they were would that make you more or less likely to pick me up?

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texts | logan + navya

Navya: A lift... It's almost like there is a company with that name for that reason.

Logan: They never send drivers as good looking as you though.

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james-leahly​:

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“You two really know how to get into the spirit of it all,” she commented after seeing him participate in a make out session round during a game. She was jealous. She knew that she was. Not that she wanted to be doing that. But wishing that she could be that free spirited fun girl that was sure to keep Logan’s attention and probably would be who he was thinking about later in her sexy lingerie. Then there was James who for the first time tonight felt like an idiot for wearing what she was. “She just really gave it everything she got, huh?”

Logan let out a little chuckle, shrugging a bit. He sensed jealousy in the words but he wouldn’t call that out. It made him feel a certain way though. He didn’t know what exactly. He’d put himself out there to the girl and been rejected. Whatever her reason was, that’s how he saw it. “I don’t know, she told me she has more to give later,” he teased with a little smirk.

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texts | logan + open

Logan: Odds you can give me a lift?

Logan: Like... right now?

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bridget-wyatt​:

It was easy for Bridget to get drinks. Not only was she well known, she was pretty and her energy just got her what she wanted. The crowds basically parted for ways for her and there were plenty of people offering as well. But she couldn’t say the same for everyone else. Finally, Bridget had enough of it and after watching the same person get passed over again and again, she left her little area and easily made her way to the bar. “Hi…” She flashed her perfect smile at the bartender, “Sorry, I know you’re really busy but you seem to keep missing my friend here and that just doesn’t seem fair.” Bridget turned to the person and pulled their arm so that they could see the bartender, “What are you having?”

Logan put in his order and turned to the girl with a little smirk. He was pretty far gone, the drugs and alcohol in his system making him barely realize how long he’d been waiting. “This is you hitting on me, huh?” He teased, little tilt to his head.

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✉ || JAMES ⇄ LOGAN

James: What do you need? My birth certificate? Are you trying yo steal my identity?

Logan: I'd be okay with just meeting your mother I think.

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✉ || JAMES ⇄ LOGAN

James: Excuse me!! When have I lied??

Logan: Let's go back to the very beginning... I'm not convinced your name is James.

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✉ || JAMES ⇄ LOGAN

James: I think this is me telling you that I'm not okay with it!

Logan: Yeah, but you're a known liar.

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✉ || JAMES ⇄ LOGAN

James: Oh so we are close enough for you to be rude and say hurtful things?

Logan: We're close enough for me to say honest things and you to be okay with it.

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✉ || JAMES ⇄ LOGAN

James: I can say I'm weird. You can't.

Logan: We're close enough that I can call you weird.

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✉ || JAMES ⇄ LOGAN

James: Were they weird or did you just lack passion for something and didn't understand them...

Logan: They were weird. Definitely weird. Like you.

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✉ || JAMES ⇄ LOGAN

James: Wait wait wait wait wait just a minute here...

James: Why did you add weird??

Logan: I thought that part was just implied. Every horse girl is weird.

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james-leahly​:

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“I get that you are like the forever really cool popular kid that never runs out of energy and can live it up the entire night, but I for one have the endurance of a grandma named Edith who starts to wind down at 7 after a nice evening of watching my shows and having a hot cup of tea. So the fact that you think after already pushing back my bedtime for you that I am going to do it again… Yeah, no.”

Logan nodded as she spoke, pretending to listen, hear, and understand, but as she finished speaking, he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. “You can deal with being a little sleepy one morning, grandma Edie,” he answered as he started to walk with her in his arms.

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✉ || JAMES ⇄ LOGAN

James: Do you think I'm too old to make being a horse girl my personality?

Logan: Your personality has been weird horse girl since I met you and that was before I knew you had any affiliation with a horse.

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rae--thorne​:

Rae pretended to inspect his face. “It’s… good enough. If that is all you are aiming for.”

“You haven’t even see my left ass cheek though. That’s where I make people fall in love.”

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frazer-reynolds​:

“With all the hugging going on at the family reunion tonight, I think you’re shit out of luck. What the fuck happened?”

“Maybe I just spew a few off color jokes and get people out of my grill,” he shrugged. “I was rock climbing and the rock won.”

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rae--thorne​:

“Why is it your good side? Don’t want it blocked from future prospects?”

“Wait, what the fuck does that mean? My left side isn’t good enough?”