So far it looks like I'll be updating True Colours :) but if you haven't voted, the poll is still in my bio, so vote please :D
Here is the next part to this story! ^^
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Um, okay, on another note; I suck at updating now asdfghjkl why, what happened to meee?! I literally began writing this a few days ago and just left it from there. Not because I'm busy or have other stuff to do, but because I'm so lazy! :O I sit around all day doing NOTHING. This is a serious problem!
Logan walked right into his house, not even bothering to unlock the door, as it was already wide open. Wind blew through the opening, so he slammed it shut, causing his father to jump up out of sleep and glance over at him. The raven-haired-teen gulped with slight nervousness, instantly regretting what he had done, knowing his father hated to be woken up sometimes.
"What you doin' home?" He slurred.
"School's over." Logan replied in a flat tone.
"No's it not..." He added in an incoherent mumble.
"You're drunk, dad, go back to bed." The brunette waved his hand to the couch and headed for the stairs, cringing with each creek and buckling noise they made. One day, they were sure to just cave in, but until then, it'd have to do.
"What'ddya think you're doin' talking to me like that? I am your father!"
But Logan just responded by slamming his door shut and locking it too. He instantly found himself lingering to the computer, where he almost always ended up for a while until he decided to do his homework and go back to bed. The laptop he had on the desk in the back of his room was a dinosaur, but he grew used to it, and an old computer was better than no computer, in his mind.
He spotted pictures of friends and couples all scattered down his Facebook feed and it made him want to shut the device off. He longed to have one friend; that's all he asked for...just one. A slight guilt formed in his gut when he remembered the guy, Kendall, was it? The one he told off and probably scared away. If he was friendlier, then maybe he couldn't formed a relationship with the guy...but that chance was now throw from the window. He must've looked like such a jerk; certainly not friend-material at all.
Okay, I'm sorry this is so short, but I honestly can't find much motivation to write anything nowadays :( if anyone ever has any tips, though, on how to write more consistently, pleeese do PM me and let me know!
Anyway, hopefully I'll be able to put something better together soon, and update True Colours.
xoxo
~EMiLiE