Logan walked through his front door after returning from the NYC trip that Wednesday night. He was exhausted, mostly mentally, from all of the things that had gone down between him and Hazel.
He couldn’t think any more about her tonight. His plan was to go straight to bed and sleep for the next ten hours straight.
His phone began to buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out with a groan and looked at the screen. Dylan was calling. He debated briefly on whether or not he should answer it, then finally pressed the accept button.
“Hey man,” Dylan said. “Did you make it back in okay?”
“Yeah, just got home actually,” he said.
“Great, great,” Dylan said. “So uh, you want to tell me exactly what the hell is going on with Hazel?”
