A/N: I've really been wanting to write a Logan fic, so here it is. It's based of of the song by Charlie Simpson.
Sun Down
Chapter One
I can't feel empty anymore.
Logan couldn't sleep. He could only stare up at the ceiling, toss and turn in his bed. Something was bothering him and while he could act like everything was all right for the world, in reality, it wasn't. He had told James that things between them were fine. He wasn't mad about the whole deal with Camille and the kiss that went down, but Logan was passive, and not very aggressive. So he lied. To Logan, it just wasn't worth the fight. So he'd given up his girlfriend. James was bound to get around to her anyways; he really didn't know why he had been so surprised when Camille blurted it out. Maybe it wasn't surprise or shock, maybe it was just hurt. Accident or not, wasn't there a bro code? Hadn't James just crossed a line?
Logan turned on his side to stare out his bedroom window. Carlos lay sleeping soundly, lightly snoring a few feet away. He was deaf to conflict that Logan felt in his heart. But it wasn't a new feeling. It was the same feeling he got when he thought about leaving the band for med school. He didn't know what to do.
Logan sighed. He was tired of this. He was tired of being looked at as the weakest link, just because he was rational. He was tired of letting people walk all over him. When was the last time he got to sing lead in a song? When was the last time he did a project with a partner for school and all the work wasn't shoved in his direction? Hell, James had told Logan that he used his toothbrush and what did he do? Nothing. If it had been the other way around, though Logan would never do something like that, James would have done something violent, punched him in the arm or the jaw, maybe tackled him. But the serious part was that if Logan had kissed one of James's girlfriends, he'd have a black eye and get the silent treatment for weeks. Yet here Logan was, only a few days later and everything was just peachy keen between the three of them. James and Logan still best friends, Camille still pulling him in to the supply closet and having her way with him. All Logan could think was that things should be different. He was tired of who he was.
But how could he change? He'd gone sixteen years of his life being Logan Mitchell, semi-cute nerd, slightly sarcastic, uncoordinated, swag-challenged, all knowing and easy forgiving. In other words, people used his brain and did whatever they wanted to him because they knew he'd come around eventually. He didn't want that anymore. He wanted things to be different. He didn't want to lose James as his friend, maybe just punch him in the face so he knew that Logan wouldn't stand for it anymore. And if he didn't think Camille was going to be the only girl he'd be getting any from until they were actually famous, then he'd tell her that their hook-ups needed to stop. She was just using him for his dick anyways.
Things had to change for Logan, but he didn't know how, or where to even start.
A/N: I promise the chapters will be longer than this. It's sort of like a prologue I guess. Hope it wasn't too bad. Stick around for chapter two when it's up, yeah? And for the record, Logan is way more than semi-cute.
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