Logan stood on the porch in front of Dylan’s door. He went to push the doorbell, but his finger hesitated in front of it. Dylan hadn’t exactly seemed happy with him at the party earlier that night; he wasn’t sure how he would react to him showing up unannounced at his house.
But then he thought of Natalie and her threats. This couldn’t wait. He rang the bell.
Dylan opened the door a minute later, now dressed in a t-shirt and basketball shorts. He frowned when he saw Logan. “What do you want?”
“I need your help,” Logan said. “Can I come in?”
Dylan considered it for a moment, then opened the door all the way so Logan could walk through.
Logan entered the hallway and started towards the kitchen like he always did when they hung ou
