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"Bye guys." I said to the guys to had worried expressions. It wasn't because they didnt like my parents, I mean they weren't very fond of my parents unhealthy habits of drinking, smoking, and cussing, and looking for trouble. It was more of because my parents didn't exactly like me for me. They liked me for how I used to be. It was like they wanted me to follow in their footsteps and I almost did when I was younger at like 13. Its hard to explain but lets just say, they didnt know how I was now but I know they dont like goody to shoes because they are snitches or either try to lecture them about their habits.

For 4 years I wasnt good. I drank at a young age of 12 because i never knew how bad it was really harming me and the drugs felt so good when I did them. They made me feel very relaxed and very mellowe and it takes your mind off eveything and it wasnt as bad as people think it is. Drinking on the other hand well definitly gave me the impression that I could do anything I wanted. I would do stuff I would never do. When I was with girls, I could just make out with them and not even think am I doing it wrong" or "Does she like this".

And sex. When I went through the bad boy stage, I got girls alot because girls tended to be more attractive to the bad boys. It was because I was more willing to do something thrilling and ready for any adrehnline unlike good boys who would take their girls to the movies and not even kiss them in the movie theatre. Girls liked sex because they liked the adrehline they felt and I could give it to them because througut that arrogant, evil side of me was the boy who was wasn't looking for love. Some girls just seemed to like it. And plus, its more fun to fuck a guy who isnt a virgin. I lost my virginity at like 13 and i couldnt even remember her name.

And the trouble that we always got away with. Like stealing, devilish pranks that shouldnt really be called pranks. That was also fun sometimes.

But when I look back at it, Im ashamed that I probably broke girls hearts sometimes, and destroyed my body with drinking and drugs. It was treachery that I was that much of a bitch to people just casue I thought it was cool. That is why I vowed to never go back their, I didnt want to damage my boy anymore than I had, break any girls hearts. I wanted to be a down to earth person and I was going to be that without the person I use to be.

The guys drove away to their homes and familys. I walked up the pavement observing this really let down house that I have so many memories with. I saw my moms white scratched mini van parked next to the one story small house. There were many cars here. It looks like there was a party inside. I observed the paint that was peeling, the wood that was molding, and the roof that looked unsafe for living in. This was the ghetto, so Im not suprised. I looked like I was on the streets of Detroit.

I stepped inside..

"Logan sweetie." My mom came towards me with a few other people. She was alittle off right now and it was totally obviously. At least she wasnt off enough to remember my name.

"Hey mom."

I was gripped in a tight hug.

"You remember Aaron, my ex, Andrew, Staci, Leah, Lamar, and Megan." She welcomed me.

I almost choked on the last name.

"Who was the last girl?" I asked scratching my forhead becuase I have no idea why Megan would be here without me.

"Lamar?"

"No mom, the GIRL." I emphasized on the world girl. I swear my mom was an idiot.

"Oh Mable." She said looking up. I was getting angry. I snatched the drink out of her hand that looked rather appetizing but I ignored the small craving and threw it out the window.

"Logan Mitchell!" My mom shouted at me, but I ignored her as I looked around my house for Megan.

"Megan." I called a few times searching finally getting to my room that was still had blue and black walls with soccer balls on the bed and the poster of a girl in a bikini.

"Megan?" I said to the girl who was sitting on the old bed of mine.

"Logan?"

"Yeah."

"Is that really the Logan Mitchell, I use to know, the one that I use to date, The one that I lost my virginity too." She said.. Oh that was the girl.

"Yep."

"What are you doing here?"

"Revisiting the past."

Megan and I had a long past. We always had an open relationship since we were both so stubborn with relationships. But even with my bad boys self and her michevious self we always came running back to eachother like little puppy dogs that lost their mother. We date until I moved to Los Angeles with the guys. I hated leaving her, but I always knew it was the best. I was never sure why I always ran back to Megan. Maybe It was because she was so damn sexy. Megan was a short tan girl with long brown hair and like big boobs. She dd dress skimpy but I was okay with it when I was younger. She was dressed in some very short shorts and hot pink halter top with a necklace that I won in a quarter machine from forever ago.

"The past was fun." I mentioned and she noddedd her head.

"Do you wanna get something to eat and catch up?" She offered me and I willingly accepted.

"Yeah, Id like that."

So Megan... Who is she? What does she want? What have her and Logan had? Are you scared... I didnt forget about Camille, shes coming...