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“you can’t be mad at me for not letting you skip class, babe. I’m helping you, believe it or not.” ever since the two started dating, Nicole cared. it was not in character for her to show so much concern in so little time, but she did. maybe, it was some silly way of the universe letting her know he was special. almost a year later, the rest was history. when he cut her off from kissing her, a sudden sense of annoyance began to settle into her features. she frowned, her brows furrowed, body slightly tensing. “Logan, does it really matter who? I don’t give them the time of day, you don’t even know the person. you’re more into who’s jerking off over me than me, kissing you while sitting in your lap? honestly, what are your priorities?”

“It matters.” Logan insisted, hands that had once been still on her hips now trailing possessively up and down her sides. At that, her frown deepened , mouth turned downward, and he imitated her expression with a mock pout. “I’m not more into them. That’s the wrong word to use.” He leaned forward, slightly, pressing his mouth to her shoulder in a kiss before mumbling, “just want to know who it is I’ll be punching.”

#tag urself im logan ready to punch his way through every inconvenience #( nicole. )

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#tfw Logan is literally kelso #( &&. musings. )

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a heavy sigh fell from andi’s parted lips as she grabbed onto the window sill, hoisting herself up and slipping through it into the dark and empty studio room ❛ come on ❜ she hummed to logan who was following right behind her, making his own way in. when he’d first picked her up at midnight, their plan was plain and simple: find some place, grab a bite to eat. however, when the first few restaurants had failed them, the westlake village gallery was the first place that came to mind. not that she minded, of course – if she were going to take him anywhere under normal circumstances where they weren’t sneaking around, this place would’ve been her number one spot. while she wasn’t an artist herself, her safe place had always been galleries and art museums. so when she just so had insanely suggested that they try sneak into the gallery through the retro fire escape the building still had, finding an unlocked window was basically like being handed the key to the front door.

she waited until logan was next to her to grab onto his hands, keeping her tone hushed ❛ i know this isn’t exactly the two am breakfast we planned for, but i might have something better in store, bransgrove ❜ andi’s eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness inside the museum, the only source of light being the one coming from the moon and the streetlights outside. stopping in front of a huge canvas with contemporary expressionism on it, andi traced her fingertips over the textured painting before glancing over at the boy next to her ❛ take a good look at this. this might be in the louvre one day ❜

There weren’t many areas around town that were foreign, or unfamiliar to Logan, so when Andi navigated them to – wherever she’d led him, he was surprised that he didn’t recognize it. “You’re not kidnapping me, are you?” He’d questioned playfully, one eyebrow raised as he turned off the car. It’s low humming ceased, suddenly, and Logan realized it was the only sound that’d kept the area from complete silence. She’d given him a look – one he’d seen before, the first time she’d led him off to a dark, isolated area; the first time he’d felt her lips on his. It was all he needed to convince him to follow her – not that he wouldn’t have regardless.

“What’s better than two am breakfast?” He muttered, unsure why they were whispering, but unwilling to be the one to go against it. As they stopped in front of what looked to be an art piece, Andi’s hand loosened from his own in favor of running her fingers over the canvas, and Logan’s automatically moved towards her waist, as if she’d disappear if he couldn’t literally feel her there. “Since when are you into art?” he questioned, a little surprised that he could know such intimate details about her body and still be unaware of such basic things, like this.

#( andi. )#omg bye its fine

@nsf-hannah

still checking out the top in front of the mirror, “yeah, but okay. so the problem is i don’t have the worlds biggest tits, we all know this. so, like, with a pushup or something..” her words started trailing off, finally putting the hanger back on the rack. “i wouldn’t say three hours, per se,” linking her arms with his, the blonde led him out of the shop and out in the open once more. “i was trying to find something for this weekend, but it’s okay. i’ll see if there’s possibly anything in my closet. ready to go get taco bell?”

“Or you could just get a boob job.” Logan joked, eyes automatically glancing down to her chest for a split second before they made their way out of the store. “What’s this weekend?” He asked as they neared her car. “If you have a date, I recommend going to taco bell. It’s cheap, so you don’t have to dress up, and romantic if you ignore the fact that it’s taco bell.”

#( hannah. )

svgeperetz :

Laughter burst out of her mouth before Sage could reign it back in. “People like me? Oh my god, what kind of people am I and why are so many of us learning about your head chemistry? You’re cute as fuck, but no one cares that much.” Sage’s expression went from mocking amusement to wide-eyed innocence unnervingly fast, bottom lip pooched out at his mumbled last comment, something she wasn’t even fully convinced he’d meant for her to hear. “I said I was sorry, y’know. Like, a million times.” Cheeks burning red, Sage realized after a moment she wished she could take it back. “I don’t get why you have to hate me so much, it’s been more than a year, Logan, like, get over it. It’s just me, and Sam’s a bigger asshole than I am, it’s not like you lost much. I literally don’t even remember how long we dated because it was so insignificantly short and I know you don’t remember either.” Pausing for a second, maybe to wait for him to add anything in there, but started up again before he had a chance. Not to so deep down, Sage realized she didn’t want an answer to that question. “Don’t you have some girlfriend now anyway? If we hadn’t broken up, you never would have met her. Everybody wins, right? Quit being so salty.”

Logan blinked at Sage’s outburst. It was the last thing he’d expected, given that she'd made a point of giving off an untouchable, whatever-it’s-all-in-the-past vibe. It took him a moment to register that the stares they were drawing was due to the volume change in Sage’s voice, but once he did, it just made him want to leave even more. He would’ve, too -- if she hadn’t kept going. At her final retort, Logan couldn’t help himself anymore. Keeping his cool was too fucking hard. They’d never done this, the fighting, and the anger; their break-up had been so abrupt, it didn’t get a chance to happen. A year’s worth of bottled up emotions, and the chosen place for the bottle to finally break was in the middle of a crowded coffee place at 8 am. Fucking fantastic. “Are you listening to yourself? I’m serious -- do you hear yourself, when you talk? Or do you just spit out the first thing that comes to mind?” Logan had turned around at this point, his stare fixated on hers. “Everybody wins? Who fucking won, Sage? You? I was miserable for months. You call that winning?” Some part of him knew she was at least a little right -- his time spent hating her was more than double the amount of time they’d been together, and there was a small, rational side of him that realized how ridiculous that was. The bigger part of him, though, the part that was consumed by pride and wouldn’t let him get over how she’d taken the first opportunity to spread her legs for his friends, was what was taking over now -- and it wasn’t pretty. “Don’t act like you have my best interest at heart, I really fucking doubt that you were thinking about how lucky you’d be making me by fucking Sam.”

#this is so late rip #love u tho #( sage. )#also @logan: relax hombre jst calm down

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he was one of the last people alexia wanted to run into. it couldn’t exactly be said that the two ended on good terms. but she wasn’t the type of person to hold a grudge. nor to point blank ignore anyone. so when alexia found herself in the situation that had her face to face with logan, she responded the only way she knew how to. with kindness. besides, there was no way of trying to get away now. not without seeming rude. which is not what alexia was known for. neither did she want to be classed as. “logan–” she greeted, biting her bottom lip slightly. “how… how have you been?”

Logan hadn’t seen Alexia in a long time. Not that he purposely went out of his way to avoid her -- their history together was just that; history. It didn’t affect either of them anymore, at least as far as he was concerned. Still, though, the occasional run-ins were a little awkward, seeing as neither of them knew how to act around the other. This time was no exception. “Fine.” His gaze met hers as she approached him. “I mean -- you know.” He shrugged. Fine seemed like such a blanket term -- something you said when you didn’t know what else to say. Which was fair, considering he didn’t know what else to say. In the back of his mind, he wondered if she was picking up on that. “How have you been?”