Surprisingly Logan rose pretty early. He didn’t sleep well the night before either, so he was surprised when he seemed so wide awake and alert. He assumed it was all just nerves. Being very quiet around his house, Logan showered, got dressed, and ate before anyone in his family was awake. Going into his room once more he grabbed his backpack, keys, wallet, and sunglasses before heading into Clay and Quinn’s room, waking them up just to let them know he was leaving. They asked when he’d be back, he didn’t really have an answer. They might be home tonight, maybe Sunday. He couldn’t answer so he just didn’t.
Every part of him wanted to grab the keys to the Stingray but he knew his mother would kick his butt the second she realized. Instead he clutched the keys to his boring silver Ford Focus, threw his bag in the back and slid his sunglasses down his face, resting on the bridge of his nose. Logan checked the gas tank, surprised to see it full and automatically knew his dad had done it. After putting his phone in the cup holder he put the car in reverse and got onto the street, heading to Ryan’s house.
Logan hoped this weekend would go smoothly. He, maybe a little too much, had been worrying about Ryan. Part of him thought it was just school and basketball stress and now everything would be alright. He knew things had changed after the accident and after Ryan’s mom showed up. Something about all of it just didn’t sit right with Logan. He really wanted the two to reconnect a little without the stress of everything on top of their lives.
The minute he pulled up to the mayor’s house he grabbed his phone and sent a text to Ryan, parking his car, not knowing how long it might take Ryan to get back to him.
Ryan heard his phone go off from somewhere between awake and asleep, and grudgingly opened his eyes. Who the hell would be texting him at this hour he had no idea, though the options were so limited he figured he’d better check it. He hadn’t been completely asleep anyway, having woken up for the third time that night only a short while ago. He never seemed to get much sleep these days, at least, not without a little help, in whatever form it came.
He turned his head to see if Sawyer had been disturbed at all, and then, glad she hadn’t, pushed himself up to sit and reached out to grab his phone. He definitely hadn’t expected Logan to be ready to go this early in the morning. At least, Ryan thought to himself, he’d packed a bag the night before. He sent off a short message saying he was on his way and ran a hand over his bleary eyes before quietly getting out of the bed.
He made his way to the bathroom, being quiet so as not to wake up his girlfriend, if only to splash some water on his face. He was dead tired, but would probably be alright after the walk back to his dad’s house. Morning air always seemed to do the trick. It took him a few minutes to get dressed once he’d gotten back to her room. Once he was done, he slid his phone into his pocket and found himself a piece of paper and a pen, scrawling off a quick note to explain his absence. He didn’t like leaving while she was sleeping, but it was so early he definitely didn’t want to wake her up. He leaned over to kiss her cheek, hesitating only a moment, and then headed out.
He saw Logan’s car outside his house the moment he turned onto their street and sighed, shaking his head. Of course he’d text him from his car and not from his house. It was just too bad; Logan would just have to wait for him to go upstairs and change and grab his stuff. He came up with a wave, stopping beside the car to tell Logan he’d be a few more minutes and disappearing into the house.
+logsevans reblogged this from rymarshall and added: Logan had kind of thought they were done talking about it. He knew he couldn’t ask Ryan to sit in his place for a little...
rymarshall reblogged this from logsevans and added: “It’s a lot to think about,” he said after a moment. “Personally… I wouldn’t do it.”
