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Promise? - 2

John Logan X Softball!Reader

Summary: Beau has hidden his best friend, Y/N, from the group for years. She and him had been friends since middle school, living next to one another growing up, and now the pair were in the same college. Then the day happens when Beau finally decides to introduce them to her. They all immediately are entranced by her and her personality, John Logan especially…

Warning(s) throughout the series: strangers to lovers, mutual pining, swearing, mentions of abuse, mentions of softball plays/games, mentions of PTSD, angst, fluff, smut (18+)

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A couple weeks after the softball game, things had settled into something surprisingly normal. It was at least as normal as life could be when Y/N had somehow become part of Beau's friend group.

Now she regularly ended up hanging out with them after practices, grabbing coffee between classes, or getting pulled into whatever ridiculous situation Dean and Tucker had created that week. She dragged them out for late night food runs, which Beau had warned them about this becoming an overnight thing, but they loved the last minute adventures.

Which was exactly how she ended up in a library conference room with Beau on a Thursday afternoon, or at least, they were supposed to be studying. Instead, both textbooks sat untouched, and Y/N was highlighting notes while Beau spun slowly in his chair.

"You know," he said, making her snort.

"That's never a good way to start a sentence."

"I've been thinking."

"Your brain doing work? Now that’s much worse,” she retorts, earning a pencil at the head from Beau, causing them to both giggle.

"I haven't asked what you think about everybody."

Y/N glanced up, raising one eyebrow, highlighter in hand. "Everybody?"

"The group."

"Oh?” she trails off, and a small smile appears immediately.

"Well?” Beau leaned forward.

"This should be interesting,” Y/N laughed before letting out a sigh, and counting each person on her finger as she talked. "Dean's insane, but Tucker is somehow worse. I think it’s because of how he gets when he’s cooking, though."

"Correct, and very correct."

"Hannah's probably the smartest person I've ever met, and she really knows how to send positive messages,” she then moves her hand at him. “Did you know she even sent me a little happy message before my last game? I love her.”

Beau laughs and nods. “She’s great with everyone, she wants them to feel successful.”

"Allie is genuinely one of the nicest and funniest people alive. I need to shop in her wardrobe, and she knows this.”

"She has style, I can’t argue that."

"Garrett is definitely the dad of the group, though,” she jokes, and Beau purses his lips to muster a laugh. “He definitely will be that dad who runs into a friend in the Home Depot parking lot, pulls out a couple lawn chairs to sit and talk,” she adds, and Beau bursts out into laughter.

“Tucker has told him the same thing! He hates when people figure that out."

Y/N grinned and shrugged. "He gives off exhausted dad energy. After dealing with that group? I don’t doubt it for a minute."

Beau immediately laughed, pointing at her. "I'm telling him you said that."

"Oh, please do. I will say it to him,” she shot back making them both laugh, and then Beau tilted his head.

"And Logan?" he asks, his tone nothing but smug. Y/N's highlighter immediately stopped moving for exactly half a second. Beau caught it easily, his grin widening.

Because of course he did, and unfortunately, the faint pink appearing in her cheeks wasn't helping her case. Beau's laughs turned into little giggles."Oh my."

"Beau."

"You like him."

"No."

"You do."

"Do not."

"You absolutely do."

Y/N buried her face in her hands, which was essentially a confession. Beau knew her too well, and he laughed so hard he nearly fell out of his chair. "This is absolutely incredible."

"And you're annoying."

"I've waited days for this."

Y/N groaned. "You sound like Dean,” she throws back at him, hearing him gasp loudly with a dramatic fall back against his chair. "That's the meanest thing you've ever said to me."

She laughed despite herself, and then threw another pen at him, in which only made him laugh harder. Eventually he calmed down enough to sit forward, but he was still grinning, probably still too pleased with himself.

Beau started to say something, and Y/N immediately pointed. "No."

"Oh, come on."

"Nope."

"Just one more question."

"No."

"One."

She narrowed her eyes, and Beau tried his best to look completely innocent. He asked her anyway. "How much do you like him?"

"You're the worst, Beau Maxwell,” Y/N groaned.

"Answer."

She looked down at her notebook, followed with a shrug. "He's nice."

Beau barked out a laugh, looking at her like she had two heads. "That's your answer?"

"What?"

"He’s nice?"

"He is!"

"Y/N."

"What?"

"You've watched Tucker accidentally set ramen on fire,” he pointed out, and she laughed.

"You've watched Dean climb through a window because he forgot his keys."

"Unfortunately."

"You know Garrett carries snacks in his backpack like a suburban father."

"So unbelievably true,” she laughs, and Beau’s eyes squint at her suspiciously.

"So when you say Logan is nice, I know that's not what you mean."

Y/N smiled despite herself, because Beau wasn't wrong. Logan was nice, but it was more than that. He listened, like actually listened. He remembered smaller things that she brought up once or twice, and always asked questions.

All of this kind of behavior also was not just with her, it was with everyone. It was one of the things she liked most about him.

Unfortunately Beau was still staring, waiting.

"You're smiling,” he sings out, immediately making her shake her head.

"I'm not,” she mocks back, and he hums.

"You are."

Y/N covered her face as she could feel Beau looking back at her victoriously.

Then his expression softened slightly, because underneath the teasing, there was something else there he always noticed. It was something protective. "You know,” he starts off, keeping his gaze on her, watching as Y/N glanced up.

"What?"

"I like that it's him. Logan, I mean,” he hums, the teasing disappeared completely.

Y/N looked surprised.

Beau shrugged, settling into his seat. "I'm serious."

"Why?" she asked with a slightly confused frown. Beau was silent for a moment.

"Because,” he sighs, his tone a bit more softer than the last, nodding at her knowingly. “I've seen who you date."

Y/N winced. "Beau."

"I'm serious, Y/N."

She looked down at her notebook, and immediately knew where this conversation was heading. Her ex.

The one topic neither of them liked discussing. He was the guy she'd spent nearly a year with, who had slowly convinced her she wasn't enough. Whether it was her talent, her skill, her looks, her body.

Every achievement somehow became something to criticize. Every mistake, whether it was their relationship or during her games, became ammunition.

He'd mocked her and made fun of her schedule, or how she played. He got angry, and would pick fights if she was hanging with teammates at any point after a game or practice had finished. He would absolutely lose it on her when she spent time at Beau’s.

By the end of it, she had spent more time apologizing than smiling, and taking the remarks or the fake apologies he’d tell her after he would abandon her on the side of the road, or shove her against a wall.

Beau had watched the whole thing happen, waiting for her to finally leave.

Y/N still remembered the day she told him it was over, and how hard Beau had hugged her. He had helped build her confidence back up piece by piece, with the help of their old friends and her teammates.

"He treated you like shit, Y/N. I will never blame you for what he did," he says, and she nods knowingly. She always understood Beau’s wording, even if it came off harsh. It was tough love that she needed to get back up again. “I just hated that you kept thinking you deserved that treatment, and that it was okay.”

Y/N looked away, not knowing what reflexed her to quickly respond. "He wasn't always-"

"Don't."

She stopped when Beau interrupted her, because Beau's voice wasn't angry. It was just firm.

"He wasn't,” Y/N went quiet, and Beau sighed.

"He made you cry more times than I can count,” he says, his voice never rising, staying calm as he talked to her. “Honey, he made you feel guilty for literally everything. He even told you softball wasn't important."

Y/N grimaced as she stared at the table, because that one still always hurts, even now. Beau's voice softened. "I cared. Still do."

Y/N swallowed, nodding slowly. "I know."

Beau leaned forward slightly. “And it’s not always just me who will care. It’s your team too, and the group? Shit, they were telling me how much of a crime it was that they didn’t get to meet you till that game,” he laughs, watching her chuckle. “But I also know, they would do anything to see you happy. They would never hurt you.”

Y/N nods, giving him a sad, but understanding smile. Beau lightens up the mood a bit as he wiggles his eyebrows. "And Logan would be standing at every single game, cheering you on in the stands, if you let him."

Y/N looked up, and Beau continued. "He wouldn’t have asked for stats or about your life story if he wasn’t serious about you. Drove me fucking insane, lemme tell you," he whines out, making her snort.

"So I’ve heard,” she giggles, and they both look at one another. Beau's expression turned serious again. “I just need you to know something,” He states as Y/N listens. "Logan isn't him."

Her smile faded slightly, but Beau's gaze never wavered.

"He doesn't play games, and he will never tear you down. Especially when you’re doing something you love."

She nodded as she swallowed. Because somehow that mattered more than she wanted to admit, which Beau noticed. He always did.

Suddenly he looked every bit like the overprotective best friend he was. "If he ever hurts you, I'll kill him."

"Beau!” Y/N burst out laughing.

"I'm serious."

"No, you're not."

"Oh yes, I absolutely am."

"You like him too much,” she snickered as she shook her head.

Beau nods, tapping his chin with his finger like he was thinking. "You may be right, and that's probably why he'd survive."

Y/N laughed harder, Beau finally smiled widely before he pointed at her. "But for the record."

"What?"

"You like him."

Y/N immediately groaned, knowing that their serious moment disappeared.

"I knew it."

"You're fucking impossible."

"And you're crushing on Logan, Y/N."

Y/N threw her highlighter at him, but this time he dodged it while laughing, still looking too pleased at his findings.

The conversation should have gone back to studying. Instead, almost forty-five minutes later, Beau was still sitting across from Y/N, who had completed approximately three lines of notes and thrown almost every one of her pens at him.

A very productive afternoon. "Anyway," Beau said, finally glancing at his phone, Y/N immediately narrowed her eyes. "We should go."

"Go where?"

"Malone's."

Y/N blinked as her eyebrows furrowed, going back to writing up some of her notes. "Why?"

"It’s karaoke night?"

“And? Karaoke night is every week,” she snorts, finishing up the last page of her notes. Y/N calmly started putting her books into her backpack. "Also, I can't."

Beau snorted. "Really?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

She opened her mouth, but then paused. "Homework."

Beau stared at her with confused wide eyes. "Homework?"

"Yupper."

"From the studying we haven't done?"

Y/N frowned. "That's not the point."

"Try again,” Beau laughed, and she grabbed another notebook.

"I have practice tomorrow. It was two-a-days week, so I am exhausted."

"So?"

"I need sleep."

"It's five o'clock, old lady."

"Exactly."

"Y/N."

"What?"

Beau crossed his arms. "You realize I've known you for years, right?” he trails off, causing her to immediately look away.

She was trying to hide a guilty look, but it didn’t get far, because now Beau knew. "Oh my," he giggles, making her look up at him as she starts to clean up her things.

"What?"

"It's about Logan."

"No."

"It's Logan."

"It isn't."

"It absolutely is."

“Fucking shit, Beau, remind me why we’re friends again?” Y/N groaned.

Beau looked delighted. “Because you love me to death,” he snorts back, making her give him a look. "You don't want to go because Logan will be there."

"That's not true."

"It is very true."

"Not a chance."

"Y/N M/N."

She buried her face in her hands, freezing her movements at her middle name leaving his mouth, Beau nearly fell out of his chair laughing. "This is incredible! You’re getting nervous."

"I don't get nervous."

"You literally play softball in front of hundreds of people."

"Exactly, which is why I’m not nervous, Maxwell."

Beau ignores her denial, egging her on once more. "But one hockey player says hello and suddenly you're making up fake homework,” he snickers back, grabbing his backpack to stand up while Y/N pointed at him.

"I hate you,” she mumbles, going to walk out of the study room.

"No, you don't,” he answers, trailing behind her, Beau looked entirely too pleased with himself. He then grabbed his keys. "Come on."

"No."

"I wasn’t asking."

"I wasn’t agreeing."

"I'll buy food."

Y/N hesitated, and Beau smiled. "Aha."

"No."

"I saw that."

"You didn't see anything, Maxwell."

"The food almost worked,” he jokes, holding the door open for her as they leave the library. She shook her head, smacking his chest as she passed by him.

"It did not."

"I’ll buy you their basket of loaded fries."

Y/N looked away, stuttering in her steps, and Beau gasped. Because unfortunately Malone's fries were incredible, and Beau knew it.

"You're bribing me."

"Correct I am."

"You really fucking suck."

"Fine,” she huffs out, and Beau immediately throws both arms into the air. “I need to get changed.”

Almost an hour later they walked into Malone's, and they both immediately regretted absolutely nothing. Dean and Tucker were already on stage, Dean was singing entirely off-key, but Tucker was somehow worse because he was on key.

Neither seemed concerned, only amused and buzzed, but the crowd was losing their minds.

Garrett looked exhausted, while Hannah was crying laughing, and Allie had her head on the table because she couldn't breathe.

Y/N stopped walking, her face turning up in amusement, she held onto Beau’s bicep. "Now what in the fuck is this,” she laughs out, and Beau sighs with a nod.

"Yeah this is completely normal,” he laughs out, then watching as the song completely collapses after that. Mostly because Dean started laughing too hard to sing.

As they moved through the crowd, Y/N spotted Logan, almost immediately.

Because apparently her brain was programmed to do that now.

He was standing near a group by the stage, laughing at something somebody said with one hand wrapped around a drink, as he was looking completely relaxed.

Somehow that made everything worse, and Beau noticed instantly.

"Oh look,” he says slowly, his tone becoming smug as a smirk finds its way onto his face. She shook her head, avoiding his eyes. "Don't."

"I hate you."

Beau laughed, and then steered them toward the table. Garrett spotted them first, opening his arms up with a bright smile. "There they are."

Hannah immediately smiled, pulling Y/N in to sit next to her and Allie. "Finally."

Allie pointed toward the stage, a slight giggle leaving her lips. "You missed Tucker attempting a high note."

"Attempting?"

Garrett points over at her. “Now that's generous."

Y/N laughed as she slid into the empty chair, while Beau sat across from her. Almost immediately Garrett looked between them, and smirked. "Did Beau have to bribe you?"

Y/N froze, and they all looked over at her, then the entire table burst out laughing.

"How the fuck?" Y/N exasperates, her eyes wide with astonishment at how easy he was able to call that out, while Garrett looked smug.

"Easy,’ he chuckles with a shrug. "He just looked way too proud walking in."

“What was the bribe?” Hannah trails off, knowing Beau too well, and Y/N laughs. "Two baskets of loaded fries."

They all burst into giggles. “You’re kidding.”

Y/N pointed at Hannah. “Hey, don’t hate on the loaded fries, for one thing,” she laughs. “And for two, he's manipulative."

"I prefer persuasive."

"You're neither. You’re actually a pain in the ass."

The conversation continued, flowing so easily and comfortably. Exactly like it had become since she met them all. Talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Dean and Tucker finally stumbled offstage to thunderous applause, the two immediately headed toward the table.

"Y/N!" Dean dramatically collapses into the chair beside Beau, winking over at Allie for a moment who rolls her eyes playfully. Then he looked back at Y/N, who was sitting there with an amused smirk. "Did you see greatness?"

"I saw something," she offered with a chuckle, her arms crossed while leaning on the table, Dean pouted, and Tucker looked offended.

The table dissolved into laughter again, joking back and forth with the two for the next hour, the night stayed exactly like that. Dean and Tucker arguing over who had performed worse, while Garrett tried unsuccessfully to restore order.

Allie and Hannah laughing at everyone, Beau had a few wings in his system, and was now acting like a menace. Every now and then, whenever Y/N looked across the bar, she'd catch Logan smiling at something or laughing.

Which Beau absolutely noticed, but for once? He decided to keep his mouth shut, that was at least until the car ride home.

Logan had been halfway through a conversation near the stage when he finally glanced toward the table, and froze.

Y/N was there, sitting between Allie and Hannah, laughing at something Garrett had just said. For a second, he completely lost track of whatever conversation he was having, and the guy beside him noticed immediately. "You're not listening anymore."

Logan’s eyes snapped away from her, and back to his friend. "What?"

"Exactly,” he chuckled back, a knowing smirk on his face. Logan looked back toward the table, and unfortunately, Dean spotted him at the exact same moment. The grin that appeared on Dean's face was genuinely horrifying.

Logan immediately regretted everything, because before he could stop Dean, he stood up and yelled across the table. "John Logan, you better get your cute ass over here,"

Every head turned, including Y/N's. The second she saw Logan, a smile appeared, and somehow that made the walk over all the more nervewracking for Logan..

Logan shook his head as he got closer, he pointed at Dean. “I think it’s time you take a break from the cocktails."

They all erupted into a fit of giggles, Allie goes to stand up, and smugly eye Logan while nodding at her old seat. Right next to Y/N. Dean and Allie were both looking far too pleased about that coincidence. "Sit,” Allie offers sickeningly sweet, as she goes to sit on Dean’s thigh.

Logan glared at them both, only for them to smile wider. He eyes them as he goes to sit down. Y/N immediately tilted her head, giving him a bright smile, pushing down all the nerves that were trying to surface.

Logan smiles back at her before nodding. "I heard Beau had to bribe you to come,” he jokes, making her groan and point at him.

"Don’t even start."

Logan laughed. "What was the bribe?"

"Loaded fries."

"Wow, and in all honesty?" Logan nodded seriously. "That's reasonable."

"Thank you, see," she chuckles. “They all thought I was nuts, but they get me going. Every single time.”

Logan laughed, and Y/N found herself smiling again. The conversation drifted naturally after that. Everyone was talking and eating, but somehow Y/N and Logan kept ending up in little side conversations.

The kind that happened even in a crowded group. "How's practice?" Logan asked, wiping his hands on the napkin.

"Painful,” Y/N groaned dramatically. “Two-a-days ended this week, so we’re all feeling it a little bit more.”

"That bad?"

She throws another fry into her mouth, then side-eyes him with a look. “The pulls were so bad, one of our girls had to carry a mini trash bin with her. Our conditioning coach hates us."

"Sounds familiar,” he chuckles, and she looks at him.

"Hockey conditioning?"

"Unfortunately."

Y/N shook her head, taking a sip of her drink as she hissed. "Couldn't be me."

"You literally voluntarily squat for like seven innings,” he points out, turning his upper body towards her, leaning his elbow on the table while smiling in amusement.

"That’s different."

"Different how?"

"It just is."

Logan laughed. "Solid argument,” he laughs, and she smiles sarcastically. "I know."

The smile she gave him was playful, but he could see the confidence. It was the same confidence she'd had the first day they met, in which Logan found himself grinning right back.

Across the table, Hannah noticed immediately, then nudged over towards Allie. Allie followed her gaze, smiling widening. She snags Dean and Beau’s attention, trying to have them not make it obvious.

Dean turns to look at Beau with a knowing smirk, the two both nodding before they laugh, and go back to their food and conversations.

A little while later, Dean and Tucker got dragged back toward the stage for another karaoke round, which left the table slightly quieter.

Logan leaned back in his chair, eyes looking over at her as she sipped her soda. "You coming to any hockey games?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, smirking over at him. "Was that smooth?"

"Not a bit."

"It sounded like an invitation,” she hums, leaning her chin on his hand, elbow on the tabletop.

Logan nods with a light grin. "It kind of was,” he admits, and Y/N smiled.

"A little confident, I see,” she jokes, making Logan shrug.

"I learned from watching you,” he shot back, not missing the way her smile she gave him grew, and for a second neither looked away. Something felt different now, almost like it was more comfortable. The energy becomes more intentional.

Beau happened to glance over at exactly the wrong moment, or maybe the right moment, because he caught the entire thing.

The eye contact and the smiles when they talked. His protective instincts activated immediately, but he also pushed himself to let them be. He knew Logan, and he knew Y/N.

Y/N blinked, seeing the way Logan kept looking over at her every now and then. The grin he gave her made her roll her eyes, though it didn't hide her smile.

Somehow after their little moments, every conversation after that seemed to carry a little more weight. A little more teasing, where both definitely knew and could that something was there. It was building.

By the time the night started winding down, the tension between them had become obvious enough that even Tucker noticed, which was saying something.

He leaned toward Garrett.

"Have they been flirting all night?" he asks, making Garrett take one look across the table.

Y/N laughing at something Logan had said to her in a volume only they can hear, Logan looking entirely too pleased with himself.

Garret sighed with a nod. "Very much so."

"Wow."

"Yep."

Across from them, neither Y/N nor Logan heard a word, too busy talking to each other, and smiling.

By the time Malone's started turning the lights up, the crowd had thinned considerably, and the karaoke machine had finally been shut off which was probably a mercy for everyone involved.

Tucker had disappeared nearly thirty minutes ago, Dean left with Allie after arguing with Tucker about who sang better, and Garrett had left with Hannah. A few other groups were filing out and somehow Y/N was still sitting at their booth, checking her phone and waiting.

"Unbelievable,” she mumbles to herself, going to pull up Beau's contact, pressing call and letting it ring.

No answer.

Y/N closed her eyes, scoffing to herself. "Of course."

Because she already knew exactly what had happened, knowing Beau had absolutely gotten distracted by a girl she caught him eyeing up by the photobooth. Again.

She dialed him once more, but groaned when it went straight to voicemail.

"Dumbass," she chuckles to herself, knowing full well he would be apologizing up and down in the morning. A bartender called out sweetly to her that they were closing, Y/N sighed, thanking them warmly, and grabbed her jacket.

She'll figure it out. She usually does.

As she headed toward the exit while staring down at her phone, she rounded the corner, only to promptly walk directly into someone.

"Oh!" she squeaked out, as a hand immediately steadied her hips before she could stumble.

"Easy,” A familiar voice hums out, making her look up. She laughed, and used his forearms to steady herself.

"Sorry Logan,” she says. “Apparently I forgot how to walk."

"Good thing I was here,” he jokes back. “I’d hate to have to hear about that in the morning.”

"Such a hero."

"I know,” His grin appeared instantly, and unfortunately it made her smile. Logan glanced around the mostly empty bar. "You waiting for someone?"

"Supposedly."

"Beau?"

"Ding ding ding."

Logan immediately laughed, and that told her everything she needed to know.

"What?"

"Oh nothing."

"Logan,” her grip tightened a tad on his arms as he shook his head.

"No, that's exactly what I expected,” he says back. "You got abandoned, sweetheart."

"No shit,” she laughs back. "He probably got distracted by his photobooth girl."

Logan laughed, not realizing the little squeeze he did on her hips sent shivers down her spine.. "That's terrible."

“Yet, he’s still Beau,” she answers, before she checks her phone again. Still nothing.

Logan looked toward the parking lot, then back at her, and nodded down at her. "I can take you home,” he says simply, like the offer came so casually. Y/N blinked.

"You don't mind?" she asks him, and he shakes his head, already going to take her hand into his.

"Nope,” he says, holding open the door for her as they step outside. "Why would I?"

She smiled warmly up at him as they walked, and for some reason that smile made Logan's stomach do something weird.

"Okay,” she nods back, her answer being curt and simple, making him look back at her with slight surprise.

"Okay?"

"Yeah."

His grin widened, unlocking his truck. "Wow."

"What?"

"I thought I'd have to work harder than that,” he joked, and Y/N laughed.

"Sorry to disappoint."

He fake pouts while holding open the passenger door for her. "I had a whole persuasive speech prepared."

"Did you really?” she giggled, and he shook his head. "No."

She shoved his shoulder as he laughed, letting him close the door once she was in.

The drive started easily. The way conversations somehow always seemed to with them, with the radio playing quietly in the background.

"You really thought Beau ditched you?" he starts off, more so in a joking manner, making her snort.

"I know Beau,” She laughed, nodding at him before leaning her head against the seat as she looked at him. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Do hockey players always volunteer as chauffeurs?" she asks, and Logan looks thoughtfully at her for a moment, pretending to think.

"Only for elite softball players."

"Oh, is that the qualification? Does that include a minimum stat average requirement?” she snorted, and Logan groaned, going to shake his head. "Not you too."

"I'm never letting that go,” she laughs, making him huff with a pout.

"That is just wonderful,” he trails off, one hand on the wheel while the other sat comfortably on the gearstick.

"You should've seen your face when Dean exposed you,” she adds, shaking her head. “Totally worth it.”

"I wanted to disappear."

Y/N laughed, and Logan couldn't help noticing how easy it was to make her laugh, or the fact of how much he liked it.

The conversation continued, whether it was about classes, sports, embarrassing stories.

By the time they were halfway across town, it felt less like getting to know each other and more like continuing a conversation they'd somehow already started weeks ago.

"You know," Y/N said, she turned to face him fully, a small smile on her face. "You're different than I expected."

Logan glanced over, a confused expression on his face, leaning forward a bit. "Good different or bad different?"

"Good,” she assured him, watching as his smile appeared. "I thought you'd be quieter."

"I am quiet,” he snorts, and she gives him a look before looking outside. "No."

"No?"

"Not around people you're comfortable with."

Logan blinked because that was surprisingly accurate. "You figured that out already?"

She looks back at him with a look he can’t read. "I just tend to pay attention is all,” Y/N shrugged. Something about the way she said it made the air shift slightly, and Logan noticed.

Y/N noticed him noticing, and neither looked away immediately. Suddenly the inside of the truck felt a little smaller, even a little warmer.

Then Logan laughed softly. "Okay, now I know why Beau likes you."

Y/N smiled. "He loves me,” she fakes a dramatic sigh. “He'd be devastated if I disappeared."

"He'd put your face on milk cartons."

Y/N burst out into a fit of laughs, her eyes flickering between his own, soon the moment had passed. Though not completely.

Eventually they pulled up outside her house, the porch light was still on, and there were a couple cars sitting in the driveway.

Everything looked normal, she turned to face him one more time. "Thanks for the ride."

"Anytime."

Y/N smiled, and then leaned over the center counsel, pressing her lips firmly onto his cheek, then headed toward the house. Logan froze at the warmth from her lips, feeling the ingles they left behind, his face heating up from her touch as he watched her walk up the front steps.

She turned back once, giving him a sly smile, before unlocking her front door and stepping inside. Once the door had closed, he felt his breath fall out of his mouth, making him bite his lip as he thought back to her, and how they had been all night.

“Fuck, what’re you doing to me,” he chuckles lightly to himself, then finally pulled away.

Although, he didn’t end up getting very far, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket. He glanced down when he hit a red light.

Y/N.

A smile immediately appeared as he opened the message.

Y/N

Are you still nearby?

Logan frowned, then typed back.

Logan

Yeah. Why?

Her response came almost immediately.

Y/N

I may have a slight problem.

Logan

What kind of problem?

Three dots appeared, then disappeared, and then reappeared. Logan stared, and then laughed at her response.

Y/N

The kind where I walked into my living room and immediately walked back out.

Logan

Roommate?

Y/N

And apparently company.

Logan

How bad?

Y/N

I need bleach for my eyes, Logan

I don’t even know how they managed the position he had her in.

Logan nearly choked laughing, and then the next message arrived immediately.

Y/N

I'm sitting on my front steps right now. I was going to see if you were up for a late night adventure.

Maybe ice cream, commit a hate crime against Dean or Beau. Or just keep a girl company

He shook his head. Poor girl.

Then another text.

Y/N

Please laugh quietly.

That was too late, as he was already laughing. Finally he replied back, with a wide smile on his face.

Logan

How about a place to stay?

There was a brief pause as her bubbles kept disappearing and reappearing for a bit.

Y/N

Maybe.

Logan didn't even hesitate with his next message, his heart beating faster.

Logan

Come stay at the hockey house.

Y/N

Seriously? You don't mind?

Logan

Not even a little.

There was another pause, but longer this time.

Y/N

You're sure?

Logan smiled, shaking his head.

Logan

Y/N.

Y/N

Yeah?

Logan

I've had to unclog our pipes because Dean flushed too many condoms.

Y/N

That's horrifying.

Logan

Exactly.

Y/N

And?

Logan

Nothing your roommates are doing can be worse than living with these idiots.

So when I say I want you to come stay, I’m not asking

A laughing emoji appeared, followed by her response.

Y/N

Fair point.

As Logan grinned when he made a U-turn, another text appeared from Y/N.

Thank you :)

His smile softened.

Anytime.

For some reason, he found himself very glad he'd decided to wait until she got inside before driving away. Logan was back in front of her house less than five minutes later.

Y/N was still sitting on the front steps, her arms wrapped around her knees, probably trying very hard not to think about what she'd just accidentally witnessed in her own living room.

The second his truck pulled up, she stood, walking quickly back to his truck as he pushed the door open, Logan rolled down the window.

"Still traumatized?" he jokes, making her grimace.

"Deeply."

"Scale of one to ten?"

"Twelve."

Logan laughed as she climbed into the passenger seat. The moment the door shut, she pointed at him, seeing the look on his face. "Don't."

"I'm not saying anything!" he wheezed out, trying to muster his laughs.

"You were absolutely about to say something."

"Oh yes I was,” he admits watching as Y/N groaned.

Logan's grin widened. "What did you even walk in on?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Did he have her upside down?”

"LOGAN."

He nearly doubled over laughing, watching as she hid her face in her hands, trying to push away the images.

"That's not a no."

"I will jump out of this car."

"Who am I supposed to cheer for at softball then if you’re in a body cast?" he fake whines, and her eyes playfully glare at him. Unfortunately, she laughed a few moments later, which only encouraged him.

"Poor thing."

"I need therapy."

"You need different roommates."

"Also true."

Logan shook his head as he pulled away from the curb. "You know Beau is never letting them live this down."

"Oh he won’t be finding out, over my dead body."

They both continued laughing about it, as Y/N rested her head against the window. The exhaustion from the week finally caught up, and Logan noticed immediately.

"You look tired,” he pointed out, and she laughed softly.

"I am tired."

"Then sleep in."

She shook her head. "I'll be gone before you wake up."

Logan glanced over, frowning instantly. "What?"

"I'll head home early,” she shrugs. “So you don't have to stress about getting me out of there.” she jokes, and Logan shakes his head.

"No."

Y/N blinked. "No?"

"No."

"You don't get a vote,” She laughed.

"I absolutely do when it’s my house, and my guest."

"You don't have to-"

"That's not how voting works." he interrupts, watching Y/N roll her eyes, and Logan smiles.

Then his voice softened slightly. "Seriously, just get some sleep. I know how two-a-days can get."

"I'm fine."

"You're not."

The answer came immediately, like he'd already decided. Her breathing froze for a moment at his words, watching as he looked at her for a few moments, then back at the road.

Y/N frowned. "What?"

"You've looked exhausted all week, Y/N," he points out. “Mentally and physically. So sleep as much as you need, the house will be quiet. With being a full-time student, working, and balancing a college sport, you need to rest all of you. Sleep all day if you have to, don’t stress about leaving.”

She froze slightly, because that surprised her.

"You noticed?" her voice was a bit softer, a tone he has not yet heard. Logan looked back at her confused.

"Yeah, of course,” he says softly. “You work hard as a player, and the way you play is a gift. It will go places, but you need sleep, sweetheart.”

Y/N looked away, something uncomfortable twisted in her chest.

Because she hadn't expected that. Not the noticing, or the concern. Before she could stop herself, the words slipped out.

"Whatever you say,” she muttered, her gaze turning to look forward, missing the way Logan frowned.

"What?"

She shrugged, pursing her lips. "It's just softball,” it came out like a reflex. The second she said it, she hated it.

Because it wasn't just softball, it was her sport. Her passion. It was something she'd worked her whole life for. A job profession she was working into. She had scouts from AUSL and Team USA on her case, watching and sending multiple deals her way.

Yet somehow those words still existed in her head, like they belonged there.

Logan glanced over, his expression immediately changing.

"Don't do that,” he says immediately, shaking his head. Y/N blinked.

"What?"

"That."

She looked confused, Logan kept one hand on the wheel. "Don't talk about yourself like that." His answer came so fast she almost missed it, as Logan's brow furrowed.

Because her reaction wasn't what he'd expected, not at all. Her confident demeanor had slipped slightly, Logan seeing something flicker in her eyes.

"You okay?"

She laughed softly with a nod, but it sounded sad. "Yeah, I’m fine."

"No,” he says slowly. “That was something. The way you said it, I can tell.”

The concern in his voice caught her off guard. She contemplated with herself for a bit, letting out a small sigh. "I knew someone who used to say stuff like that,” she admits, letting the words hang there.

The truck suddenly feeling smaller, Logan's grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel. Y/N looked out the window.

"They said it so much it stuck with me,” she says once more, bringing her legs up to her chest. “I have and am currently still working on it, but most days are harder than others. Especially when things don’t go as planned.” She shrugged, like she'd already gotten used to it.

Logan noticed, and that realization genuinely upset him because she was saying it so casually. Like she'd spent far too long hearing it, eventually started believing parts of it.

"You know that's not true, right?" he said softly, and Y/N smiled faintly.

"Now I do,” she says with a nod. “I’m working on it.”

Logan nodded, letting them sit in the silence for a few moments.

"For what it's worth?" he spoke up once again, she glanced over. "I think you're incredible."

The words came out before he could stop them, and Y/N froze. She saw the complete honesty behind his eyes, the way he wasn’t hesitating, but he looked nervous. He didn't take it back though, and somehow that made it even more real.

The silence stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfy. It felt meaningful. Finally Y/N smiled, one that was soft and real. "Thank you."

Logan smiled back. "Anytime."

The hockey house was surprisingly quiet when they arrived, most of the lights were off. The chaos temporarily slept or they were elsewhere.

A rare phenomenon.

Logan led her inside. "Welcome back to the zoo."

Y/N laughed, letting Logan lock up behind them before they climbed the stairs, eventually reaching Logan's room. The second they stepped inside, he headed straight for his dresser.

No hesitation whatsoever. "What are you doing?" she asks with an amused look on her face, and he looks at her for a moment.

"Grabbing clothes."

"For who?"

He gave her a look, and Y/N laughed. "Right."

A few moments later he handed her a t-shirt and sweatpants, both obviously way too big.

"These okay?” he asks her softly, she could see the nervousness behind his eyes flickering, and she nods.

“Absolutely,” she answers, grabbing them from his hands, then Logan immediately grabs a pillow.

Y/N frowned. "What are you doing now?"

He motions towards the door. "I'm gonna crash in Garrett's room."

She blinked. "What?"

"You take my room, I go to Garrett’s,” he chuckles.

"Logan."

"What?"

"This is your room."

"Glad you have eyes," he jokes, making her flip him off with a chuckle.

"So I’m saying,” she says walking towards him. “Sleep in your room, I can head downstairs."

"I'm not kicking you out."

"You're not kicking me out, I’m saying I will go sleep on the couch,” Y/N laughed as Logan crossed his arms, looking entirely too stubborn. She pointed at him. "No."

"No?" he trails off, stalking closer to her, now inches apart. She looks up at him, not backing down from her answer, smiling at him while shaking her head.

"No."

"Sweetheart, you can have my room."

"You deserve your bed."

"So do you."

"Logan."

"Y/N."

She rolled her eyes while he grinned. She hated how much she liked that grin. "You're impossible."

"I've been told that,” he mutters back softly, letting his eyes flicker down to her lips for a second. She must’ve caught his glance, because she bit her bottom lip after.

They stood there staring at each other, both refusing to budge.

The smile tugging at her lips grew, and Logan noticed immediately. He smiled right back, and she got closer to his lips, barely brushing.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he says before, kissing her nose and backing toward the door. Something in her chest tightened, it was the good kind.

The dangerous kind.

And judging by the look Logan gave her, and the way he was looking at her, he felt it too. Both of them ended up smiling long after the door closed.

The hockey house was completely silent. Just darkness and complete quiet.

Y/N woke up with a sharp inhale, and for a second she didn't know where she was. Her heart was pounding, and her chest was tight. The remnants of the dream are still clinging to her.

Not even a dream, really. A memory disguised as one.

Her ex's voice. The same comments, and the same criticism. His screams at her, his hands on her. It was flooding her mind that night. Every word and every wrong touch she'd spent months trying to forget.

Somehow her brain had decided to replay it. It had gotten more and more prominent as week passed by. She sat up slowly, the oversized Briar Hockey t-shirt Logan had given her hanging off one shoulder, wiping away the wetness on her face underneath her eyes. Her pulse gradually slowed, and the room came back into focus.

Logan's room.

The hockey house.

Safe.

Everything was okay.

Still, she knew she wasn't getting back to sleep anytime soon.

With a sigh, she climbed out of bed and quietly made her way towards the door.

A few minutes later she was standing in the kitchen, one of the dim lights over the counter was on. A glass of water in her hands as she found herself leaning against the kitchen island

The house remained silent, as she stood there, trying to shake the lingering feeling.

Trying to convince herself she wasn't back there, and that she wasn't that same version of herself.

The one who apologized for everything, who constantly second-guessed herself. She took a slow sip of water, eyes going into a daze.

She forced herself to think about something else. Anything else.

Softball.

Her team.

Beau.

The idiots she'd somehow become friends with.

Allie.

Hannah.

Garrett.

Dean being incapable of acting normal for more than three seconds. Tucker somehow surviving adulthood.

Logan.

A smile tugged at her lips despite herself. The smile faded slightly when she realized she'd been thinking about him a lot lately, more than she'd intended.

More than she probably should.

"You okay?" A soft voice says, which nearly made her jump. Y/N spun around, seeing Logan standing in the doorway.

Sweatpants, and messy hair.

He was clearly half asleep with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the doorway, and somehow still looking concerned.

She let out a breath. "You scared me."

"Sorry,” he chuckles, his voice quiet. He stepped further into the kitchen. "Couldn't sleep?"

Y/N hesitated, and then shrugged. "Something like that,” she answers back before taking another sip of her water.

Logan studied her for a moment, taking in her appearance. The way his t-shirt on her figure was sliding off her shoulder, her tired expression, hair a bit messy. She looked gorgeous.

His expression immediately softened, because now that he was closer, he could tell something was wrong. "You sure?"

Y/N looked down at her glass, knowing that the silence answered for her. Logan walked over and leaned against the counter beside her.

Not too close, but it was just enough. After a moment he spoke again. "Bad dream?"

“Yeah,” she answered as she looked over, a little surprised. "How'd you know?"

He shrugged. "You looked like I used to,” he admits, looking between her eyes, then studying her facial features. The answer caught her off guard.

She glanced away, and then nodded once. "Yeah,” she hums. The kitchen grew quiet again, neither rushing the conversation. Eventually Y/N let out a breath. "I haven't had one in a while."

Logan nodded, like he understood exactly what she meant. "The kind you hoped were gone?"

A small laugh escaped her. "Exactly,” she says. “Beau used to have to hold me. After I first started getting them. Him or my roommate did, otherwise I couldn’t relax. They were going away after a while, but not as permanent as I’d hoped.”

He was quiet for a second, and then asked gently, "Wanna talk about it?"

Y/N considered it, then shook her head.

"Not yet."

"That’s okay," he assures her softly, and she looks at him. He nods at her reassuringly. There was no pressure to push to talk. He was just showing he was open and understanding.

Which somehow made her chest ache a little, because she still wasn't entirely used to that. After another minute, Logan straightened slightly, nodding his head towards the stairs.

"Come on."

Y/N frowned, and Logan just held out his hand for her to take. "What?"

"I’ve got an idea,” he says, smiling lightly when she takes his hand.

"That's ominous."

He smiled.

"A little."

A minute later they were back upstairs in Logan's room. Y/N looked confused.

"Logan,” she says, and he goes to lay down in his bed. He looks up at her.

"Come here,” he says softly, patting the spot next to him. Y/N understood immediately. She padded over towards where he was laying, and crawled in next to him. He looked at her. “Do you trust me?”

She nods, not having to think twice, and he nods back at her. Logan doesn’t waste another second laying down, slithering his arms around her waist to pull her to him. Y/N’s entire body relaxed the second his arms wrapped around her, almost like she could feel the anxiety washing away.

They laid together for a while with neither of them saying anything. Y/N held onto Logan tighter, closing her eyes with a sigh. "You don't have to be alone with it,” he says softly, making her heart squeeze unexpectedly.

The simple sincerity of it, and the complete lack of judgment. The house is still quiet.

Safe.

Eventually she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, her hands tightening around his hoodie sleeves. "I forgot how much I hated those dreams."

Logan nodded, a long pause between them both. "For what it's worth?" he says, Y/N glanced over her shoulder, looking back at him. He was already looking down at her. "They don't get to decide who you are."

The words were simple, but they hit harder than he intended.

Because they weren't really about the dream, and both of them knew it.

Y/N looked down, and then smiled slightly. The tension in her chest easing a little more, piece by piece, just until eventually exhaustion started winning. Logan noticed immediately, tucking his face into her neck. "Better?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah,” she sighs with a hum, letting her body fully relax into him.

"Good,” he hums back, letting the room grow quiet again. Comfortable. Eventually she settled back against his chest, eyes slowly beginning to feel too heavy to keep open.

At some point they both drifted off, her nightmare forgotten, not even trying to hint at returning. The rest of the world is quiet. For the first time in a long time, Y/N slept peacefully.

Logan woke up to his phone vibrating against the nightstand, and for a moment he didn't move. He was still half asleep.

Then another vibration.

And another.

A groan escaped him as he grabbed his phone.

Garrett

Practice got moved up.

Coach is feeling evil

Dean

GET UP FUCKER

IF I'M AWAKE YOU SHOULD SUFFER TOO

Logan immediately regretted checking his messages, because then he became aware of something else. The warmth wrapped around him. His eyes drifted over, and instantly a smile appeared.

Y/N was still asleep ,curled up next to him, beneath the blanket. Hair was a complete mess, but she was looking more peaceful than she'd looked all night.

Logan's smile somehow got bigger, which was ridiculous. Yet here he was staring, just like he did at her softball game.

After another moment he shifted slightly closer, putting his phone away and snaking his arms back around her. "Y/N."

Nothing, the girl was fast asleep.

He smiled, and then gently brushed his lips against her shoulder. "Hey."

A soft groan, which was progress.

"Y/N,” he hums in a soft voice, watching as her eyes slowly opened.

Immediately squinting at him, sleep still evident. "What time is it?"

"Too early,” he answers, his chin on her shoulder, she made a face.

"Rude."

"I agree."

Her eyes drifted closed again, holding onto him tighter. Logan laughed quietly, his heart squeezing at how cuddly she was in the morning. He made sure to take mental note of it. "Unfortunately, I have practice."

"Worst sentence ever,” she says with a groan that escapes her.

"I know,” he answers back softly.

"Skip it."

"I would if I valued my life less."

That made her laugh. It was barely there and it was a sleepy one, her face still half buried in the pillow. Logan smiled. "I have to go,” he trails off softly, squeezing her once more before he slowly unwrapped his body from her own.

Y/N blinked up at him, and then frowned slightly. "Okay,” the confusion in her voice made him laugh.

"You don't have to leave,” he says while getting up from his bed, and she pauses.

"What?"

"You can stay,” Logan shrugged as he gathered his hockey bag and gear. He said it like it wasn't a big deal, and like his heart wasn't doing cartwheels. "Sleep in."

Y/N looked surprised. "Seriously?"

"Yeah."

A small, tired smile appeared. Logan nearly forgot how to function, and then he made the mistake of speaking honestly. "I kinda like waking up and seeing you here."

The words slipped out before he could stop them, making them both freeze.

Then Y/N smiled, and it was the kind that made his chest hurt. "Promise?"

Logan blinked, and then nodded with a grin. “Pinky.”

“Good,” she mumbles, snuggling herself back into his sheets. "Because I kinda liked waking up and seeing you too."

Well fuck, that was going to take everything in him not to play hooky for practice this morning.

Practice was awful, and not because of the actual practice. It was because Logan couldn't stop smiling, which immediately became a problem.

The second he stepped into the locker room, Dean narrowed his eyes. "What the fuck?"

"What?" Logan says, adjusting his skates.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I'm not."

"You are."

Garrett looked up from tying his skates, Logan looking back. Garrett narrowed his eyes, and then paused. “You are never this happy when there’s a six am practice.”

Tucker immediately looked over, and then frowned. "Why does he look happy?"

The entire room got quiet, because they all knew that Logan never looked happy before sunrise. This was deeply concerning.

Dean stood while pointing dramatically. "What happened?"

Logan looked back down while fixing his gear. "Nothing."

"You’re the worst fucking liar, Johnny Boy."

"Nothing happened."

Garrett folded his arms, a knowing and smug smirk on his face. "You're glowing, dude. It’s fucking scary," he giggles, making Logan flip him off with an eyeroll. "I'm not glowing."

"You kind of are."

Logan buried his face in his hands, knowing that the interrogation would not stop all morning.

Thirty minutes later it somehow got worse.

Because Dean noticed something, stopping mid skate. "Wait."

Everyone looked over, Logan froze, and Dean gasped. The loud dramatic kind, because Dean always caught on, somehow. "Wait."

"What now?"

Dean pointed. "Y/N."

The room froze, and Logan immediately knew where this was going. Dean’s eyes lit up. “It has to do with Y/N! I fucking knew it!”

"Oh no."

"OH YES,” Dean nearly lost an edge trying to skate backwards toward him. "Tell me I'm wrong."

"You're wrong,” Logan scoffs, trying to hide the bright red that his face was becoming. Maybe he could blame it on being all sweaty. "He's wrong," Garrett agreed immediately.

Dean pointed at him, then frowns. "Thank you. Wait-"

"No," Garrett interrupted. "I'm saying you're wrong because it definitely isn't just Y/N."

The entire group collectively made the connection, and then they stopped skating. Coach blew his whistle from the other end of the ice, but nobody cared. Tucker's eyes widened.

"Wait."

"No," Logan warned, pointing his stick over at his friend. Tucker’s wicked grin grew more and more.

"Did you spend time with Y/N last night?"

"I-No."

"You hesitated."

"I did not."

"You literally did,” Tucker wheezed out, putting his hands up in shock, and Dean's jaw dropped.

"No fucking way."

Logan closed his eyes. "Dean-"

"You slept with Y/N!"

The entire rink went silent.

Several heads turned, and Coach immediately blew the whistle again. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT STANDING AROUND?"

Nobody moved still, because Dean was already having a breakdown. "You little shit, you did!"

"No I did not!” Logan groans.

"You absolutely did."

"I didn't."

"Then why are you smiling?" Tucker laughs, a smirk thrown his way as he crosses his arms, and Logan shrugs.

"I don't know!"

"Nobody smiles this much naturally. Especially at six in the fucking morning, at an early prac,” Dean snickers, pointing over at Logan while shaking his head.

Garrett skated over. "You know what?" he said thoughtfully. "Dean actually has a point."

"See? Thank you!" Dean nods, making Logan flip him off.

"I hate both of you."

Tucker looked horrified. "Wait,” he trails off as everyone groans. "No, seriously."

Tucker pointed. "He's lying," Tucker announced. Logan froze, and the entire team noticed. Dean looked ready to explode.

"He's absolutely lying," Garrett agreed.

Logan groaned. "Can we practice?" Logan looked like he wanted to jump into the ice and disappear.

"No," Dean said, ignoring Coach's whistle blowing from across the rink. "So where is she?"

Logan nearly dropped the puck. "What?"

"Y/N."

"What about her?"

Dean smirked. "You know exactly what about her,” he trails off, and Logan rolls his eyes. Garrett suddenly snapped his fingers pointing. "Malone's."

"Remember last night? She showed up with Beau, he was her ride,” Garrett says, looking too pleased with his brain slowly clicking into place. Logan rolled his eyes, seeing his friends turn to look at him.

“Beau left with photoshoot chick,” Dean trails off, squinting his eyes at Logan. He shrugs, like it was not a big deal. "Relax," Logan said. "He didn't leave her stranded. He left with some girl from Malone's, and I brought her home."

"Home?"

"She needed a ride."

Dean looked like he'd just discovered buried treasure. "You were alone."

"Dean.”

“So you brought her home?” Tucker asks with a curious expression on his face.

“Yes, her house,” he says, shooting a puck elsewhere. The boys immediately quieted.

"Okay," Garrett said, nodding slowly. "Reasonable, but there’s more. I can tell.”

Logan lets out a huff and nods. "Her roommate had a guy over,” he starts, and Dean furrows his eyebrows.

"Like a boyfriend?"

"No."

"Ah a hookup guy,” Dean nodded.

"The hookup guy."

Logan rubbed his face. "She walked in on them," he admits, and Garrett started laughing again.

"Oh, that's brutal,” he says between laughs, and Logan shrugs. "Apparently they didn't hear her come in."

Tucker cringed. "Oh no."

“What position were they in?” Dean says with an eyebrow raise, which got him a puck to the shins. Logan continued talking.

"So she texted me,” he said simply, and Dean's eyebrows shot up.

"She texted you?"

Logan immediately regretted saying that, and the entire group caught it.

"Interesting,” Dean trails off with a nod. “Very interesting."

"Shut up, Dean,” Logan groans, and then Garret cuts back in

"So she texted you," Garrett continued, "and then?"

"I picked her up."

"And then?"

"I brought her back to the house,” Logan says, like it wasn’t already obvious, but he catches the gleeful look on his best friend’s face.

"And then?"

Logan glared, while Garrett looked delighted. “And then she stayed over.” Dean nearly crashed into Tucker.

"Y/N stayed over?" he yells out, making Logan give him a crazed look.

"Keep your fucking voice down!"

"Why?"

"Because other guys are staring!"

"Good!"

Logan groaned, hearing Coach blow the whistle again, and still, nobody listened. Garrett was laughing too hard to breathe. "She actually stayed over?"

"Nothing happened,” Logan says, shrugging while skating away, but the boys followed.

"That's not what we asked,” Tucker points out, and Logan eyes him.

"Tucker."

"Logan."

Dean skated closer. "Did she sleep in your room?"

"No-” The answer came too fast.

Everyone gasped, Dean pointing at him with his stick. "HE'S LYING."

"I'm not lying!"

"You answered that way too quickly!” Garrett wheezes.

"Because I knew you fucks would ask!"

Tucker looked genuinely confused. Logan finally realized there was no escaping this. He didn't answer fast enough.

Garrett's eyes widened, smile doing the same thing. "So that’s a no."

Dean's mouth dropped open. “Logan?” he trails off knowingly. Logan immediately started skating away.

"NO." he yells back, but the boys chased him.

"John Logan!"

"Leave me alone."

"LOGAN."

Dean caught up first, skating in front of him to cut him off. "She didn't sleep in your room."

Logan stayed silent, and the screaming started instantly. “No fucking way!” Dean looked ready to pass out. "She slept in your room!"

"It wasn't like that."

"You shared a bed," Tucker adds.

"There was nowhere else to sleep,” he argues, and looks at them all. "We slept."

"You shared a bed-”

"Dean, I swear-"

Dean looked seconds away from tears. "Y/N. In your bed."

"Yes."

Coach started skating toward them. Fast, but none of them noticed. Tucker was grinning. "Oh shit."

"What?" Logan groans out.

"If she came back from Malone’s that means she had to sleep in something else."

Logan didn't answer, and the boys froze. Dean's eyes widened to impossible proportions.

"Oh boy, you are absolutely fucking smitten,” Logan immediately knew he'd screwed up but walking in as chipper as he did. He couldn’t help it. Coach finally reached them.

"What exactly is so fucking fascinating that you've all forgotten how to play hockey?" Nobody answered, because then Dean pointed directly at Logan.

"Y/N slept at the house."

Coach blinked. "...Okay?"

The team collectively stared, and Coach looked between them. Then Logan, and then back at them. Realization hit, and Coach shook his head. "You idiots are acting like they got married."

"They basically did."

"They absolutely did not,” Logan spoke back, throwing a puck at Dean’s head. Garrett wiped tears from his eyes.

"Logan, buddy,” Garret snickers.

"No."

"Buddy."

"No."

"When are you planning on admitting you're in love with her?"

Logan nearly choked, and the entire team erupted, but judging by how red his face got? Nobody needed an answer.

The rest of practice was torture.

Every drill, skate, or water break. Somebody brought it up. Dean was now convinced Beau orchestrated the entire thing. "He definitely had to have abandoned her on purpose."

"He did not,” Logan says between breaths, sitting on the bench while drinking some water.

"He absolutely did,” Garrett cuts in, coming in from the ice."The evidence is compelling."

"There is no evidence," Logan frowns in confusion. “You guys are fucking insane.”

"He's her best friend,” Tucker says, walking down to sit on the bench next to Dean. "He's playing matchmaker."

Logan wanted new teammates. Immediately.

By the time they got back to the hockey house everyone was starving, and ready to collapse Then they opened the door, and stopped.

The smell hit first. Breakfast.

Actual breakfast.

Not protein bars, or cereal. Real food.

Dean almost looked emotional. "Is that bacon?"

They followed the smell into the kitchen, and froze.

Because Y/N was standing at the stove, music playing, in what looked like her workout clothes.

Her hair was pulled back, Logan not wasting another second to scan her figure. She had on his oversized shirt from last night still, tucked under what guessed was her sports bra, so it looked a bit cropped.

The workout spandex shorts hugged her body right, showing off her softball ass and legs, his thought immediately thinking about how she could probably strangle him with them while he was tongue deep in between her-

"You fucking cook?" Tucker gasps, and Y/N turns around with a large smile of amusement.

"I think she needs to move in.”

"Marry me."

"Immediately."

Y/N laughed. "Good morning."

Logan stopped walking, because somehow she looked even prettier than she had last night. He felt like he was malfunctioning. Which didn't seem fair.

He didn’t know if it was her outfit, her smile, or the fact that she was casually making breakfast for everyone. He just knew he was doomed.

Dean noticed immediately, smirking wide. "Oh."

Logan glared, and Dean grinned. "I saw that."

"Saw what?" Logan says, playing dumb before going to drop his bag down.

"The look."

"There was no look."

"There really was,” Garrett cut in and nodded, and Y/N looked between them.

"You guys good?" she chuckles, setting down the plates on the counter.

"Very."

Logan wanted to die.

A few minutes later everyone was gathered around the kitchen, eating and talking while trying not to inhale food.

Y/N laughed. "I figured you'd be back around now,” she explains, when they asked her about breakfast. Dean pointed dramatically. "You made all this?"

"Yeah,” she shrugs. “I woke up and thought you guys might need the fuel.”

"You're an angel,” Dean moans out, taking another bite of food.

"That's what I keep saying," Garrett added, and Logan groaned.

Shitheads. All of them.

Then Y/N shrugged, pouring herself a smoothie she made. "I also used your guys’ backyard setup, if that was alright,” she says, and everyone paused.

"Our what?"

"The lifting area? In the backyard?"

Garrett blinked. "You worked out?"

"Yeah?” she trails off. “Sorry-”

“Don’t apologize, I think we just kind of forget you lift too,” Tucker says immediately, a wide smile on his face. The hockey players looked horrified especially, because she had voluntarily exercised before breakfast.

Psychotic behavior.

"Why?" Dean chuckles. “Voluntarily before noon?”

Y/N laughed. "Because I have practice later."

Dean looked personally offended. "She's one of those people."

"One of what people?"

"The productive ones,” Dean shot back, and she flicked him off, Garrett sighed dramatically while shaking his head. "Disgusting."

The table laughed, and then Y/N pointed at them, sipping on her smoothie. "Actually."

"What?"

"I rent field time sometimes,” she explains, and nods. Everyone looked over. "You guys should come."

Dean blinked. "Really?"

"Yeah, definitely," she nods. “Beau comes and helps me practice all the time. I can show you guys the works.”

The room immediately exploded, agreeing and beaming with excitement about getting to hang at the fields. Then Tucker casually looked toward Logan, then toward Y/N, and back toward Logan.

A dangerous smile appears.”Hm,” he trails off, making her smile in a confused way.

"What?"

"If he doesn't ask you out soon, I will."

The entire table erupted, Dean pointed dramatically. "Same."

Y/N narrows her eyes at Dean. “You have Allie, don’t even try that.”

Dean shrugs. “Honey, when I tell you she would try to beat me to it, she would. She wants you more than me,” he jokes, making her snort.

“Tell her give me a time and place,” she shot back, and his mouth dropped.

“Do not! She is mine, L/N!!” he says when standing up, Garrett palms his face.

"Sit down."

"No."

Y/N was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe, meanwhile Logan looked ready to throw everyone through a wall. Which only made the group laugh harder, and sitting across the table, Y/N couldn't stop smiling.

Especially when she caught Logan smiling right back.

Breakfast somehow turned into everyone lingering around the kitchen long after they finished eating.

Nobody seemed particularly interested in leaving, partly because the food was good, and partly because Y/N had somehow become one of their favorite people to have around.

Especially because watching Logan attempt to act normal around her was becoming a sport. A sport everyone enjoyed.

"Okay," Dean announced, leaning back against his chair. "New proposal."

"Oh no," Garrett muttered, hissing at his friend’s words, which made Y/N laugh. "That's usually how bad ideas start."

Dean flipped off Garrett, and then pointed dramatically toward her. "You should just move in."

The room exploded, and Y/N nearly choked on her drink.

"What?"

"I'm serious!”

"No, you're not."

"I am."

Garrett nodded thoughtfully. "The food quality has increased substantially."

"Hey!” Tucker calls out. Y/N points at him.

“He’s the chef of the kitchen, best food I have ever had was from that man,” she points out, and Tucker smiled sweetly at her

"I'm just saying,” Dean jokes, but then he pointed toward Logan. "And look how happy he'd be."

Logan immediately threw a grape at him, and Dean ducked still laughing. Y/N shook her head. The room dissolved into laughter again.

Then Dean's phone started ringing, causing everyone to look over. Dean glanced at the screen, and immediately grinned up at the group. He slid over to answer.

“Goodmorning, sunshine,” Dean says in a fake warm voice. turned the phone around.

"Dean?" Beau’s voice comes in, a couple quiet snickers and snorts leave their mouths.

"Unfortunately,” he laughs, the room got quiet with everyone listening. Y/N immediately narrowed her eyes because she knew that look. Dean was planning something.

On speakerphone, Beau sounded completely normal. "Have you seen Y/N?"

Dean exchanged a look with Y/N, and she gave him a knowing look. "Actually,” he trails off, while Y/N covers her face to prevent from laughing. Beau immediately sounded suspicious.

"What?"

Dean leaned back in his chair. "Funny story."

"Dean."

"The boys and I were actually gonna ask you something."

Silence, and then Beau spoke. "What did you do?"

The room lost it, trying their best to keep quiet because knowing that Beau immediately assumed the worst made it even funnier. Dean looked offended. "Nothing!"

"Liar."

Garrett jumped in. "Did you know how she got home?" he asks, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. The line went completely silent, and Y/N nearly fell out of her chair trying to contain her laughs.

Because she knew exactly what was happening. Meanwhile Beau was rapidly approaching cardiac arrest. "What do you mean?"

Dean glanced around, trying not to laugh. "What do you mean what do I mean?"

"Dean."

The panic was immediate, and real.

Tucker decided to help, which made everything worse. "We haven't seen her since last night."

Y/N buried her face in her hands, while the boys were crying. On speaker, Beau sounded ready to drive through a wall. "What do you mean you haven't seen her?!"

Garrett had to bite his hand, Dean couldn't breathe, and Tucker nearly fell out of his chair.

Then, the call disconnected.

"He hung up."

"He absolutely hung up."

"He's in full panic mode."

"One hundred percent."

Less than ten seconds later, Y/N's phone started ringing. The entire table lost it again.

"Answer it,” Logan chuckled, and she shook her head. She froze, not knowing how to react.

She looked at the screen.

Beau

"Oh this is gonna be good."

Y/N waited, till it rang a few times, and then answered. "Hello?"

"Where are you?"

Y/N smiled innocently. "Huh?"

"Y/N."

"What?"

"Where in the fucking shit are you?"

She looked around the table, seeing everyone listening. Everyone trying not to laugh. "Interesting question."

"Y/N."

"Very philosophical, if you think about it."

"Y/N,” he says, now realizing she was fucking with him. She grinned.

"Could anybody truly know where they are?" she asks, and Beau made a noise that sounded genuinely homicidal.

The entire kitchen dissolved, and even Logan was laughing now. Finally Y/N took pity on him.

"I'm fine,” she laughs out, and then there was a pause. Then a very long exhale.

"You’re a little shit,” he says into the phone, which made Y/N smile slightly. Because for all his chaos, Beau genuinely worried. "You're unbelievable."

"I learned it from you,” she shot back. "No."

"Yes."

"No."

“You left me at Malone’s,” she shot. “I could’ve been kidnapped.”

The argument was automatic, and then Beau suddenly paused. “Y/N you’ve walked home with one shoe, and a forgotten purse before,” he chuckles, making her snort. “Plus, I knew Logan was still there."

The room immediately got quiet.

"Oh?" she lets out, looking over at Logan for a split second, who looked just as intrigued. A small smirk playing on his lips.

Beau groaned. "I knew he'd take you home."

Every head turned toward Logan immediately.

Dean slapped the table, pointing at Logan. "I FUCKING KNEW IT."

Garrett pointed dramatically. We so fucking called it at practice."

Beau groaned louder. "I fucking hate all of you."

Y/N laughed. "So you did abandon me," she trails off and looks at Logan. He smirks at her and mouths ‘I was right’ and she sticks her tongue out at him.

"I strategically relocated,” he answers back, earring an eyeroll from her. “You keep rolling your eyes, they’re gonna get stuck that way,” Beau calls out, her mouth dropping in awe.

"Rude."

"It worked, though didn’t it?"

"Still rude."

A pause, and then Beau asked her another question. "So where are you?"

Y/N smiled. "I'm at the hockey house."

The silence on the other end was incredible. “No shit, seriously? He brought you home?”

The room exploded where Dean actually stood up, Garrett nearly fell out of his chair, and Tucker was screaming. Y/N couldn't stop laughing.

Meanwhile Logan had buried his face in his hands because apparently this was his life now.

Beau sounded entirely too pleased with himself. "I am a fucking genius."

"No."

"I am."

"No."

"He absolutely is!” Dean hollers in, hearing Beau howl out a laugh.

Y/N rolled her eyes, and then glanced toward Logan, who already happened to be looking at her at the exact same moment.

For a second neither looked away, both smiling, and knowing exactly why everyone was losing their minds.

The moment lasted all of two seconds before Beau ruined it.

"Logan,” he calls out from the phone, causing Logan to look up.

"What?"

"You're welcome,” with that, Beau hangs up the phone, and the entire room erupts into hoots and hollers.

Logan groaned, and Y/N laughed. The kitchen immediately exploded into applause, talking nonstop about how well they knew Beau, and that this had been known all along.

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