echolls_cursed | Follow me, don’t follow me. (open to friends only)

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Follow me, don’t follow me. (open to friends only)

Logan's head had stopped pounding less then a day after the accident. He'd taken a hard hit, but he was alright, and other then a small cut and a bruise that was turning a pleasant shade of purple, Logan wasn't looking much worse the wear. He was sleeping a lot though, more then usual even, but he wasn't sure he could blame the bump for that. No, sometimes Logan just didn't like getting out of bed.

For the last hour or so though, he hadn't really been sleeping, just sort of drifting in and out. One minute he was awake and almost ready to get up, and the next he'd roll onto his side and find that perfectly warm spot on the bed... the one that made it all too easily to let his eyes drift shut again. Neil was out, probably walking Max, so there was no one nagging him, no one to tell him to stop being lazy and to go eat something. It was nice, and Logan planned on enjoying it just a little longer.

He'd found that spot again, and he was just about to settle back in for at least another ten minutes of lazing about... when someone said his name.

No, not just someone.

Logan would have recognized that voice anywhere, anytime. He new what it sounded like on film and on the phone, and he knew what it sounded like when the older man was there. Logan knew Aaron Echoll's voice better then anyone else's.

Eyes snapping open, Logan sat up almost instantly, his body tense as he listened. Maybe he'd imagined it... maybe it had been a dream,

But no, there it was again.

"Logan?"

Getting to his feet, Logan slowly walked to the door, peering around it with a worried look. His chest was tight and he was pretty sure he was sweating, but he made sure not to let anything show on his face as he headed outside and looked around. Making his way around to the back of the hut, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. "Dad?" he said quietly, unsure and uneasy.

And there he was, Aaron Echolls, not a foot away. He had that look on his face, angry and pinched so tight the the lines in his face seemed deeper then usual. He took a step closer and Logan instantly took a step back, right onto someone's foot.

(Aaron isn't really there, you can't see him or hear him. >_> Open to friends only.)

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"Any more of me and I don't think you could keep up," I decide, pulling back enough that I can see his face clearly. I'm smirking, but I'm still a little wary- a little worried, whatever. He seems alright now, but its hard to tell how much of it's real and how much is an act. I figure it's a little of both.

"I can always keep up," Logan insisted, choosing to ignore the fact that Neil looked... worried.

"Yeah, yeah," I roll my eyes playfully, not giving a fuck that I'm sitting here in the kitchen with my arms looped around his neck, smiling.

And it's too damn hard to fool myself into thinking I don't give a fuck something might be going on that he's trying to hide or shrug off or whatever. Maybe it was easier that way, but I hardly even remember a time when I didn't give a fuck about him. Even when we first started, and we hardly knew each other, I cared in all these ways I never really had before.

Pulling back, I get to my feet and start gathering up our plates, wordlessly moving to dump them into the sink.

Turning in his seat, Logan watched Neil as he cleaned up. He thought he could see someone standing in the doorway out of the corner of his eye, but he refused to look over. He was tired, tired of being afraid of someone who wasn't there.

"I love you," he said quietly, smiling at Neil. Partly just because he felt like it, and partly in defiance of a man who wasn't there.

Craning my neck to look at him over my shoulder, I flash him a rare and genuine smile. One of those ones that almost looks... happy. The kind that I'm still sort of afraid to give out.

"Yeah, I get it. You just love me 'cause I cooked," I tease lightly.

"And you're washing the dishes," Logan grinned. "Can't forget that."

"Yeah, you should be doing this," I point out, leaving the dishes in the sink and walking over to him. Leaning over and cupping the back of his neck in one hand, I seal my lips over his, pulling back just long enough to murmur, "I love you too."

"You better," Logan smirked. "And I can't do the dishes... I'm injured, remember? There was bleeding and everything."

"That was days ago. How long you gonna use that excuse?" I grin, dropping another playful kiss to his lips.

"Mmm, at least until the end of the week," Logan smirked, kissing Neil in return and tugging him down onto his lap.

I snort out a laugh and let him pull me down, settling with my arms around his shoulders and grinning into the kiss. Pulling back a little, I rest my forehead against his and say, "You're a freak," but I sound way too fuckin' pleased about it for it to be an insult.

"You don't seem to mind," Logan shrugged, looking kind of pleased with himself as he wrapped his arms around Neil's waist. "Not gonna say I'm not though," he laughed.

"Yeah... I don't mind," I murmur against his cheek, pressing a kiss to his jaw and pulling back with a smirk as I shift to get more comfortable.

"I kissed Joe," Logan said quietly, laughing awkwardly and pulling a face. "Walked him home a few nights ago... We'd been talking and... We were just fucking around like we always do, and I kissed him."

He wasn't sure why he was telling Neil, it wasn't something that he really needed to share... It just sort of seemed wrong not to. Like he was hiding it if he didn't say something.

The smirk falls away and I just sorta look at him... studying his face and trying to find the meaning behind all that awkward laughing. "Okay... I figure you weren't drunk this time," I say quietly, eyes turning down as I draw in a deep breath.

Okay... Okay, so... what the fuck does that mean?

"No... we weren't drunk. And Joe stopped it, you know? It was... it was just a kiss. Just one. It's not a big thing, I just felt like hiding it from you was stupid," Logan said, trying to catch Neil's eyes with his own.

"Well... Why'd you do it? I mean, if it wasn't... Why?" I ask, drawing in another breath before I meet his eyes. I'm sure I just look... confused. 'Cause that's about all I can muster.

Where the fuck did this even come from? I mean, not that I didn't always think maybe... well, whatever.

"I dunno," Logan admitted. "I just... We were sitting there and I just, I dunno... It was just a kiss, you know? It's not gonna happen again."

Joe wasn't likely to let that happen.

I look away, down at the table top, someplace neutral that isn't his face so I can think. "Don't- Don't fuck up what you've got with him, Logan. It's important. You just... I know I don't really get it, 'cause I've never had anything like that before... I mean, I guess the closest was what I had- have with Wendy, but that's different. But I thought- I dunno..." I trail off when I realize I'm rambling, still sitting in his lap with my arm around his neck.

"I know, alright... I know. And I wasn't trying to fuck things up, not this time. I just did it," Logan replied awkwardly, looking away. "I'm sorry, okay?"

I nod, but deep down I know that he wouldn't be apologizing if it didn't mean something- if it wasn't more than just a kiss. But I don't say that. I just sigh and lean in to rest my chin on his shoulder, staring off behind him.

It was sorta funny with Duncan. It's not so funny this time.

Logan wrapped his arms around Neil a little tighter, pulling him closer as he sighed. "I love you," he said again, just to make sure Neil knew that.

"I know," I murmur, tightening my arms around him and burying my face in his neck. I really don't want things to get fucked up with us, not when they were just starting to be good again. Or maybe I just thought they were good. Maybe I really am that blind.

Turning his head, Logan pressed a kiss to Neil's cheek. "It didn't mean anything. It just... it was something that just happened. I'm not in love with Joe. I mean, I love him or whatever, but not like that, okay?"

"Are you sure?" I ask quietly, turning my face a little so I can look at him, but I'm not even sure I wanna know the answer. Him bein' in love with Veronica was enough, and feeling unsure 'bout whether or not he's in love with me was even worse. I can't go through all that shit again. Not now.

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