echolls_cursed | 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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Logan laughed humorlessly, and shook his head. "Yeah? When's the last time you told me anything like that, huh?"

"I didn't think you wanted me to!" I insist, "Every time I do you just get pissed off, so I stopped, okay? I thought that's what you wanted."

"I get pissed off at him!" Logan shouted. "Not you. Never you, altight? Him. I get mad at him."

Huffing out a strangled breath, I walk the few short steps over to him and throw my arms around him, burying my face in his neck and mumbling, "God, just shut up. Just shut the fuck up."

Logan was rigid for a moment, but eventually he wrapped his arms around Neil in return. He was silent though, his hand moving slowly up and down Neil's back as he took a deep breath.

Relaxing a little, I cough out a laugh against his neck and tighten my hold a little. "You're an asshole," I say, pulling back enough that I can press a kiss against his cheek, "You don't have to... talk to me or whatever, you know. Not if you don't want to... I just- I want you to, okay?" I say again, in case he wasn't paying attention the first time.

Logan nodded and brushed his fingers over Neil's cheek and up into his hairline. "I know, alright? I want you to too. I don't want you to think we can't talk about that stuff."

"Okay," I answer quietly, drawing in a breath and unconsciously turning my cheek towards his hand.

Offering a small smile, a little weak around the edges, Logan leaned in and kissed Neil lightly on the lips. "I'm sorry that I made you feel like you couldn't talk to me," he said softly. "I never meant to do that."

"I know," I murmur, brushing a fingertip along his jaw and pressing another kiss to his lips, one that lands a little off-center, "It's not all your fault or anything. I did... I lot of really fucked up shit, you know? Some of it I kind of wish you hadn't, you know, seen."

"Yeah? Well me too, you know?" Logan said quietly. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, alright? Not here. Not with me."

I nod, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip and there's a pressure behind my eyes but I don't understand why. "I just... I wish all that shit would just disappear, you know? Just all of it, yours and mine," I whisper, looking away when my voice breaks- just barely but it's enough to be noticeable.

Logan averted his eyes a little, out of respect for Neil, but pulled the other boy a closer. "Yeah, me too," he admitted. "But... it's never going to happen. We're not gonna just wake up tomorrow and be okay... And I don't mind that. I love you. I love all off you, even your past. Maybe I'm not always accepting of it all... but I try. I'm trying."

"I know. I know you are," I nod, looking him again and letting out an awkward, breathless laugh, "And I love you even though you're an asshole, so I guess we're doin' okay, huh?"

"Yeah," Logan agreed softly. "We're doing good."

I kiss him again, a little longer this time, then pull back and rest my forehead against his. "So, if you kiss Joe again, I'll have to kick your ass. You know that, right?" I say, grinning a little shakily.

Logan closed his eyes and sighed. "I won't, not like that. Alright? Don't worry about it. It's not like Joe would ever want me even if I did suddenly fall for himor whatever. It was just a stupid mistake I made."

"He wouldn't want you back? Oh yeah, that makes me feel so much better," I mumble dryly, rolling my eyes even though he isn't looking, "You better not fall for 'im. I've already got one other one to deal with." I stretch up to press a kiss to his forehead, my hands resting on either side of his neck. Maybe its the fact that he seemed a little crazy earlier but he seems almost fragile or something, and I feel a rare spark of protectiveness for him, standing here with him blocking the path and sharing our feelings or whatever the fuck.

"You know what I mean," Logan snorted softly. "You don't have anything to worry about, alright?"

"Good," I say and lean in to kiss him again, my smirk dropping away when my lips meet his.

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