A/N- School starts so early for me because I live in Florida. We get out May 28th, so there's a pain in the butt. Anyway, this is just fluff, but I like it. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 22
Logan Finds Out His Advice Worked
I took the canned ravioli out of the microwave and spooned it onto five plates. I felt like making dinner, even if it was from a can. I left it on the counter and went to go find Logan.
I had already told Logan about Frank, a few months after I had first met him. He's one of those people you feel you can open up to, even if you haven't known him for a very long time. Despite his wild appearance, he's a good, dependable guy, and sometimes, a surprisingly good listener.
I was nervous of talking with John, truthfully. I didn't know why, but there was something about him that drew me to him and pushed me away from him at the same exact time.
I found Logan sitting on the couch, fiddling with the disk that had popped out of the dashboard last night.
"You figure out how to work that thing?" I asked, sitting down next to him and peering over at it.
"No. There aren't any damn buttons on it or anything." Logan growled, poking at it.
"You'll figure it out." I reassured him, standing up. "Do you know where John is?"
"Why? I thought you two hated each other." Logan reminded me, raising an eyebrow.
"I took your advice."
"And?"
"And… you were right." I said grudgingly.
"What?"
"I said, you were right." I repeated, a smile creeping onto his face.
"One more time-"
"I'm gonna kick you in your adamantium crotch." I threatened, stalking out of the room.
I heard him laugh, and then resume swearing at the disk.
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