DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BOB'S BURGERS OR ANY MUSIC MENTIONED.
RATED M for sex, swearing, drugs, and alcohol (yes, there will be smut later on in the story)
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"Can you promise me that this won't mean anything?" Louise breathed against Logan's chest, her arms wrapped around his neck, and his secured around her waist.
Logan gently lifted her chin towards him so that they could lock eyes. "Louise Belcher, I promise that this doesn't have to mean anything."
She bit her lip; thinking of every possible consequence that could occur if she decided to go along with this.
Logan seemed to notice, and leaned down to press his lips against her's, kissing her slowly and passionately. Louise didn't waste time in returning the kiss; feeling her body fill with warmth and excitement.
They broke apart, and she placed both of her hands on each side of Logan's face.
"Okay," she nodded. "Let's do this."
Louise sat at the kitchen table, her legs criss crossed, and her hand swirling the oatmeal in her bowl with a spoon. She didn't have much of an appetite. Her oatmeal looking slimy, and thick; the brown sugar that she had topped on it was not enough to make her want to attempt to eat it.
She ran a hand through her hair and groaned.
Across from her, Linda sat with a cup of coffee, and a worried face.
"What's wrong, Louise? Still not feeling well enough to eat?" It had been days since Louise had actually eaten anything besides salty crackers and tea (which she hated). Her mother even started to think that Louise was developing an eating disorder, but the truth was that Louise couldn't keep anything down.
Her stomach making flip flops, and swirling around her body, keeping Louise kneeled over the toilet.
Louise sniffled, "not overly."
"Louise, it's been three days!" Linda said, shouting unnecessarily as she always did. "We have to take you to a doctor or something!"
"Mom, it's fine, it's probably just a stomach bug or the flu."
"Which is exactly why you should go to the doctor!"
Louise rolled her eyes, "why? We already know what he's going to say! Take some medicine, drink some tea, and rest! Plus, I can get past a flu, my fever has gone down."
"Yes, but it's not gone."
"Mom, I'm fine!"
Linda was about to open her mouth to say something but was interrupted by Louise's phone vibrating on the wooden table.
Instantly, Linda's concern was slapped off of her face, excitement filling its place. "Is that who I think it is?!"
Louise picked up her phone and rolled her eyes, "Mother, stop shouting."
"I'm just so excited! Is it him?! What did he say?"
Louise rolled her eye again, and ignored her mother, focusing on a text that she had been waiting anxiously to receive.
Hey Baby ;) I'm in town today and I can't wait to see you 3
Louise felt her heart jolt, and couldn't keep herself from smiling down at her phone.
Linda gasped, "it is him! I'm so excited when does he get here?! Is he stopping by?"
"Mom, we discussed this a month ago. He's having a show at Wonder Warf and he's staying with us for a week before he resumes his tour," Louise explained as she went to type a reply.
Took you long enough, you stupid beautiful person!
I thought I was going to have to wait an eternity to hear from you!
"Oh, I just love you two together! You make such a great couple; you're like Romeo and Juliet!"
Louise looked up at Linda, "Mom, don't be ridiculous, we are nothing like Romeo and Juliet, and thank god for that!"
Ah, I missed you. Can't wait to see you ;)
"What time is he coming? Louise Belcher, ask him what time he will get here."
Louise sighed but decided not to argue with her mother.
My mom wants to know what time you're going to get here.
"There I asked, are you happy?"
Tell her that I'll be there before my show. Around 5 Can't wait to see you 3
Louise sighed, a bit disappointed with his answer. "He says that he will be here around five, before his show."
"Hmmm, what time is his show?"
"7:30 I think?"
"Well, it's a shame you won't be able to go! That would've been fun!"
Louise wrinkled her eyebrows, suddenly feeling defensive. "What are you talking about? Why not?"
Linda looked around the room in confusion, "uhh, because you're sick."
Before Louise could come up with a snarky remark, Gene shuffled out of his room with the same clothes that he had been wearing for the past three days.
"You're still sick, Louise? I'm going to start calling you, Sicko!"
Louise groaned, "the only sicko here is you! Learn how to change your clothes!"
"I'm just conserving water," Gene chimed as he plopped down on an empty chair and took Louise's oatmeal. "You'd be surprised how much water washing machines waste," he spoke matter-of-factly, and proceeded to eat Louise's breakfast.
Louise rolled her eyes, and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Linda called as Louise walked down to her room.
"I'm going to make myself look less sick!" she called and slammed her bedroom door shut.
Once in her room, Louise turned on her Bluetooth speaker, and connected it to her phone. Without thinking much about it, she pressed shuffle and sat in front of her vanity.
She groaned at the reflection in the mirror. Hair disheveled, and knotty, dark bags under her eyes, and almost transparent skin, making her appear like ghost. She let out a breath of air, and pulled out her make up kit to find something that would make her appear more alive.
Meanwhile, the song that her phone had picked, sounded in her room so loud that it she could feel her vanity shake. She stopped rummaging through her makeup, and looked back at her reflection in the mirror.
All I wanted by Paramore ringing in her ears, shaking her brain until it found the memories that she had worked so hard to keep buried came tumbling out.
"Logan," she whispered, then was shocked that she had done so. "God Louise, it's just a stupid song, get over it."
She went to look for her foundation but found her mind wandering to when the song played loudly through the speaker's in Logan's friend, Malcolm's basement.
The air in the basement was musty, and rough on the nose. A mixture of weed, beer, sweat, and cum followed you everywhere you went and stuck to your clothes. The worst part was that none of the windows in Malcolm's basement could open. They were all boarded up, keeping the awful stench mixed with horny teenagers. Not that it mattered much anyway, they eventually ignored it when they were too high and too drunk to think.
Louise and Logan sat on the edge of a decrepit pull out couch, being squished into each other by two couples trying to find a way to have sex with the limited amount of space. Louise and Logan ignored them, trying to only focus on each other. Plus, it wasn't like that was the first time they had been in a situation like that. Malcolm was known to throw parties that ended in everyone having sex in whatever space they could find.
Louise and Logan both had a bottle of beer in their hands, both of their eyes red from the joints they had finished smoking, and both of them laughing because there was no greater place to be than in each other's company.
"All right everyone!" Malcolm called, his words slurring, "it's t-time," he burped, "to slow it down a little!"
He grabbed the iPod that was hooked onto the speakers and began to play the song.
"Think of me when you're out,
When you're out there….
I'll beg you nice from my knees…"
"So," Louise leaned into Logan's shoulder, "when are you and your band going to get famous?"
Logan laughed and took a swig of his drink, "why do you ask that, Four Ears?"
Louise smiled at the nickname that Logan had given her. She hated it as a child but as she grew, she couldn't help but find it beautiful.
"Because! I want to go on tour with you!"
Logan rested his head against hers, "yeah?"
"And when the world treats you way too fairly
Well it's a shame I'm a dream"
She nodded, "yeah, I want to go all over the world with you! I want to be backstage
during every show and be ready to greet you after you kill it every night!"
Logan laughed at her enthusiasm, "one day!"
Louise looked up at his face, and studied his features. His blue eyes, his blond hair, the stubble on his chin. If he ever did go on tour without her, she'd miss him.
"All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you"
"Logan?"
"Hmm?"
"If you decide to go without me, just, don't forget about me, okay?"
Logan looked down at Louise, at her big brown eyes, and genuinely saddened frown. He couldn't help himself, and to be honest, he didn't really give it much of a second thought, but he kissed her on her forehead. "Four ears, I could never forget about you."
"I think I'll pace my apartment a few times
And fall asleep on the couch
Wake up early to black and white re-runs
That escaped from my mouth"
"Really?"
"Yeah…I-I love you."
The words struck Louise, feeling like a sword had been pierced through her heart.
"All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you"
Louise didn't want him to know how those words had affected her. Especially since she knew he was drunk, and he never made sense while drunk.
"Ha! Yeah, right, you don't mean that!"
"And why not?"
"Because you're drunk!"
"So?"
"Please, you don't like me, you only like how I finish you off."
She turned away so that she didn't have to look at his face, and chugged her drink.
"I could follow you to the beginning
And just to relive the start
And maybe then we'll remember to slow down
At all of our favorite parts"
"Hey, you know that's not true," Logan spoke in a low voice, and gently tilted her chin so that she'd look at him.
Louise rolled her eyes, "yeah. Right."
She was about to turn away but Logan stopped her, "honestly, I don't know what I'd do without you."
His eyes looked sincere, the look he wore was one of pure honesty and love, but Louise knew better. He'd sweet talk anyone like that she was sure of it. But that didn't mean that she was left unscathed.
So before he sobered up, before she had to back to the reality that she was nothing more than a booty call to him, she set her bottle down, wrapped her arms around his neck and smashed her lips into his.
"All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you"
Logan didn't waste any time in kissing her back. Both of them were excited by the taste of their months, hints of alcohol and marijuana, simple reminders of the things that they had done together.
They pulled apart, both clinging on each other's shirts for dear life.
"Logan?"
"Yeah?"
"Fuck me."
Louise was brought back to earth by the sound of the song changing. She jumped in her seat, her heart racing, leaving her feeling as if she had just gotten off of a roller coaster.
"Did we have sex in his car that night?" she asked herself.
"Who's car did you have sex in?" Gene's loud voice caused Louise to jump again, this time, a little higher than the last.
"Jesus Christ! What are you doing?!"
"Mom wanted me to come in and tell you to turn your music down…" He paused, his eyes narrowing at Louise's bewildered face. "Are you okay?"
Louise nodded a little too excessively, "yeah, I'm fine."
"Hmm, are you sure? Are you thinking about having sex in someone's car?"
Louise groaned, "Gene, get out!"
"Hey, I'm just asking! I can help you out, you know? I can get you a car to have sex in."
"Get out!" Louise shouted again, before Gene burst out laughing and closed the door to her room.