headed over to Gina’s and spent the night tangled up in the sheets with her. Whatever he had started feeling during the first few days he had known her, had only intensified since then. He loved spending time with his mother after dinner and never cut that short, but he couldn’t help himself from eagerly awaiting the moment when he could have his arms around Gina again.
There wasn’t much else to do with his time other than focus on New York and spend his down time with Gina. His friends hadn’t answered his texts or spoken to him since the initial argument at the bar. Logan had even gone to their regularly scheduled band practice normally in Charlie’s garage but when he arrived, the garage was closed and no one answered the door. So, almost a week and a half later on the day before he is planning to go to New York, Logan was shocked to walk out of work and see Dylan standing next to his car.
“What are you doing here?” Dylan asked him when Logan was a few feet away. He looked at Dylan in confusion since Dylan was the one leaning up against Logan’s car at Logan’s job.
“Uh, shouldn’t I be the one asking that? I work here.” Logan shot back, not trying to hide the irritation in his voice. He was still angry at his best friends for bailing on him at the most exciting time in his life. Logan shoved past Dylan and opened the drivers side door.
“Logan, wait. I’m here to talk to you. I went to your house first earlier day and your dad said you were at work and you would be done about now, so here I am.” Dylan explained, circling around his point instead of spitting it out.
“You know I always work Wednesdays.” Logan rolled his eyes and turned back to look at him, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Dylan looked down and kicked at the ground, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Would have thought you would of quit this place by now, or been home practicing for tomorrow.” Dylan said, clearly uncomfortable.
“It’s not a sure thing, Dylan. It’s basically like an audition.” Logan sighed, feeling guilty again.
“Believe me, it’s a sure thing. They would be idiots to pass you by.” Dylan smiled at Logan, who softened his stance a little at the compliment.
“Thanks, man. That means a lot.” Logan replied.
“No worries.” Dylan said, looking down at the ground again. That was it, they were friends again. They had never needed more than that, because those few words were the apology and the forgiveness that they both needed.
“Want to come over for dinner? Dad said he was grilling tonight, I can just have him throw on an extra burger.” Logan asked Dylan.
“Sure, I’m starving. Plus I took the bus here, so I could use the ride.” Dylan grinned and walked around to the passenger side of the car. Logan just laughed.
“Ah, so the real reason for the surprise visit comes out.” He teased him.
“You got me.” Dylan laughed loudly, straight from his belly with his face almost turning red at the exertion. Logan shook his head at him across the roof of the car and then both men got in and buckled up. Logan opened up the middle console and grabbed for his cell phone which he normally left in his car since he wasn’t supposed to have it with him at work.
“Shit!” Logan sat up straight as he stared at the screen on his phone. Dylan turned to him, waiting for an explanation with a concerned look on his face.
“My dad’s called me like one, two, three... nine times today!” Logan said, counting the missed calls.
“Fuck, that’s not good. Call him back now before we start driving, dude.” Dylan urged, knowing all about Logan’s mother and her health issues. Logan was already dialing and then quickly held the phone up to his ear, waiting for the call to go through.
“Hello?”
“Dad, I just got out and saw a bunch of missed calls. What happened?”
“Your mother, Logan, her kidney is failing
There wasn’t much else to do with his time other than focus on New York and spend his down time with Gina. His friends hadn’t answered his texts or spoken to him since the initial argument at the bar. Logan had even gone to their regularly scheduled band practice normally in Charlie’s garage but when he arrived, the garage was closed and no one answered the door. So, almost a week and a half later on the day before he is planning to go to New York, Logan was shocked to walk out of work and see Dylan standing next to his car.
“What are you doing here?” Dylan asked him when Logan was a few feet away. He looked at Dylan in confusion since Dylan was the one leaning up against Logan’s car at Logan’s job.
“Uh, shouldn’t I be the one asking that? I work here.” Logan shot back, not trying to hide the irritation in his voice. He was still angry at his best friends for bailing on him at the most exciting time in his life. Logan shoved past Dylan and opened the drivers side door.
“Logan, wait. I’m here to talk to you. I went to your house first earlier day and your dad said you were at work and you would be done about now, so here I am.” Dylan explained, circling around his point instead of spitting it out.
“You know I always work Wednesdays.” Logan rolled his eyes and turned back to look at him, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Dylan looked down and kicked at the ground, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Would have thought you would of quit this place by now, or been home practicing for tomorrow.” Dylan said, clearly uncomfortable.
“It’s not a sure thing, Dylan. It’s basically like an audition.” Logan sighed, feeling guilty again.
“Believe me, it’s a sure thing. They would be idiots to pass you by.” Dylan smiled at Logan, who softened his stance a little at the compliment.
“Thanks, man. That means a lot.” Logan replied.
“No worries.” Dylan said, looking down at the ground again. That was it, they were friends again. They had never needed more than that, because those few words were the apology and the forgiveness that they both needed.
“Want to come over for dinner? Dad said he was grilling tonight, I can just have him throw on an extra burger.” Logan asked Dylan.
“Sure, I’m starving. Plus I took the bus here, so I could use the ride.” Dylan grinned and walked around to the passenger side of the car. Logan just laughed.
“Ah, so the real reason for the surprise visit comes out.” He teased him.
“You got me.” Dylan laughed loudly, straight from his belly with his face almost turning red at the exertion. Logan shook his head at him across the roof of the car and then both men got in and buckled up. Logan opened up the middle console and grabbed for his cell phone which he normally left in his car since he wasn’t supposed to have it with him at work.
“Shit!” Logan sat up straight as he stared at the screen on his phone. Dylan turned to him, waiting for an explanation with a concerned look on his face.
“My dad’s called me like one, two, three... nine times today!” Logan said, counting the missed calls.
“Fuck, that’s not good. Call him back now before we start driving, dude.” Dylan urged, knowing all about Logan’s mother and her health issues. Logan was already dialing and then quickly held the phone up to his ear, waiting for the call to go through.
“Hello?”
“Dad, I just got out and saw a bunch of missed calls. What happened?”
“Your mother, Logan, her kidney is failing
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