Lethal Friends

Good Morning

My eyes cracked open. What was that hella annoying noise?? Was that my alarm? Was it time for school already? Ugghhh. I groaned into my pillow but then soon realized it was still dark outside. What the heck? Rolling over I checked the blaring red numbers sitting on my alarm clock to find it read 2:00 am exactly.

The sound of the alarm sounded muffled and was actually coming from my right which was the direction that faced the wall where my bed was pushed up against. My alarm clock always sat on the little table on the left side of the bed. I finally sat up fully as the sound of one alarm turned into a chorus of at least 2 other different sounds. They were coming from across my room and added to the weird noises flitting around me. I felt dazed and confused. What was going on?

I ripped back the covers of my bed determined to find the location of the first noise to shut it off. It was getting annoying now, the sound like that of a constant never ending chiming clock. The chorus of 3 alarms heightened to a full blown orchestra as at least a minimum of two more joined the band.

My hands moved across my blue sheets in the dark but came back empty. WHAT. THE. HELL. The alarms were getting louder and coming in from every direction, but all were definitely in my room. I didn't do this so that meant-

"LOGAN!!!!" I shouted furiously curling the sheets up in my fists in anger. He had woken me up at 2 am with frickin alarms hidden all across my room. I grumbled loudly and scrambled out of my bed. As soon as my hand met the light switch on the other side of the room I switched it on and sighed gratefully. My eyes swept the room right away to see if I could locate any of the hiding spots.

Nnnnnnoooooppppppeeeeee. Of course not. I wanted to scream even more as the sound became louder. I was sure my cousins were awake now, but thank goodness my aunt and uncle had decided to visit their parents who lived an hour away. The weather had gotten bad- heavy rain and strong winds- and they had said they were going to stay at a hotel for the night and set back out in the morning.

I thought I knew that at least one of those damned things were hidden under my pillow. So I made a grab for it and plunging my hands under the plushy things I found a small, black plastic, battery operated, blaring alarm clock. He probably got these from the dollar store. But they were small, and Logan had hidden quite a few around my room- how was I going to find them all??

I started to tear my room apart searching every corner and crevice. I ran to the left corner of my room, where my desk sat, and turned the pen holder upside down. A small green device stared up at me from the bottom of the pile of stuff. It took me a second to realize it was another clock and was screeching the programed alarm so loudly in my face my ears were starting to ring. I quickly found the button and clicked it off.

"Gotta another little bugger," I murmured under my breath and started to search for the rest of them. I was fairly certain there were only at max 6 of them and my room wasn't excessively large, I was confident I could find the rest soon.

I moved to my dresser and yanked out one drawer at a time mystified and heavily irritated when I discovered the third clock had been hidden in my underwear drawer. Putting your hands where they shouldn't be, hey Logan? Getting sneaky, I thought suspiciously.

This one was hot pink, not my style, and with a sense of finality I quickly silenced the beast. But after that one I could not for the life of me find the other three. I was ready to tear my hair out, my fingers soon knotted in the chocolate strands, feeling as if the red tips could be real blood if I kept this grip up. I ripped through the rest of my bedroom, and seeing how as I said earlier it wasn't that large, I soon had searched the place in under five minutes and my things sat scattered all across the muted dark wood, and fluffy white rug in the centre. I sat down and stuck my head in between my drawn together knees trying desperately to block out the viciously aggravating sounds.

"I thought you'd be able to solve this dilemma much quicker than this, sweetheart. Because now you're costing all of us our beauty sleep."

My head flung up, and I snarled at him, legitimately snarled at him like a dog. It was 2 am after all, and I was not a happy prancing unicorn at this point.

He made me so irritated leaning against his wooden window frame, shirtless and in gray plaid pjs, casually as if nothing was the matter. As if there weren't still 3 alarms going off periodically damaging my delicate ears with their piercing cries. Damn things, weren't they the kind that shut off after being ignored for so long? Apparently not.

"WOAH, darling, take it back a step. No need to bite,"

"Oh yes, Logan, there is every need to bite, blood is bound to be split in a war." Wow- I was dramatic when woken up too early.

"Didn't I try to tell you something yesterday? Something about not being so saucy? You'd think you'd remeber what with the stained red shirt and all."

"Yeah and all that got me was a week's worth of detention with the Janitor and a hundred more opportunities to get near your locker. Oh I have many things planned, Logan," I smiled vehemently, just thinking of the avaliable options I now had with lots of time after school.

His face only displayed a smile in return and he crossed his arms, "Sweetheart, those things have these handy dandy things called locks, on the lockers, for exactly such a reason as that." I scowled realizing he was right, until I thought over what I knew. I didn't know what time the secretary went home, but I did know that there was a master key somewhere around her desk. Some kids had been talking about trying to steal it themselves to try prank their friend.

"See, you think I know nothing, but I know a lot more than you think, a lot more," that almost seemed like a double meaning. It wasn't meant to be. I glanced down at my position, frowning. I was still sitting in the middle of my room on the white fluffy rug, but had shifted to a crisscrossed position. I was only in a tank top and iron man fuzzy shorts. It was when I realized that my hair was wildly sticking up all over the place, knotted and in weird directions, from grabbing my head in frustration, that I felt self conscious. My arms slinked their way to cover my chest and I curled my legs closer to my chilled body.

My eyes flickered up to Logan, and I watched him watch my every move. I couldn't tell if he was amused, disappointed, or nonchalant. Stupid emotionless, wicked...well-defined, captivating back hair, dark eyes-

"LONDON!! What the hell is all that noise? What are you doing?" Adam called up the stairs. Crap- Adam. And Logan was right there staring at me, mocking my frantic act of rushing around the room. His presence would only make things so much worse, seeing as he had been the problem of the argument yesterday afternoon. It was too soon for him to be seen by Adam, even if he was "yelling" at me for the noise I was making.

"Logan, get the hell away- before Adam sees you." I whispered.

He sneered, "I don't care if Adam sees me," he pushed himself off the window frame and shoved his hands in his pj pockets. I tried not to follow the movement knowing it would only lead to me staring at his chest. Besides, the movement sent a message- he wasn't moving.

"Come on Logan, they know you've been hanging around me, and we were fighting because you-"

"Ahh you guys were fighting over me. That's so cute," he smirked.

"No- Logan I'm serious. If Adam even sees the back of your heel in through that window, he is going to decapitate me- he already hates you. Please go for me." Like that would work. I knew it wouldn't. The boy only every did anything for himself.

The stairs creaked. I froze and my eyes got wide as my inside began to bounce around, hectic. I was going to be killed, no slaughtered, no burned at the stake or worse. Fighting with my cousin for all of eternity and because he was older than me, and aunt and uncle had left him in charge, consequences ensueing from my enraged cousin.

I glared at Logan. He hadn't move a single inch. The hall light had just been flicked on. I pushed my hair back against my head. Jordon's room across the hall started to waken up with noises, signalling it wouldn't be long before he came over too.

"Come on, how is this going to benefit you? What is this going to accomplish?" I begged.

"Watching you suffer? How could I pass up on that?"

"Screw you, Logan. You're the reason that my relationship with my cousin is being ripped apart. You know that right? We would have gotten along fine, if it wasn't for you. But no, being the selfish fiend you are, you had to get into the middle of everything. I bet you didn't even care about me taking your phone, you just wanted to get back at Adam, and I was the perfect way to get to him. Isn't that right?" I had been mulling over that fact for a few days now. I wasn't stupid, I was sure a guy such as Logan could have easily handled a small girl such as myself stealing his phone. Could've grabbed it back, threatened me to stay away and have been done. But oh there was that little snag. That little thing he couldn't just pass up, that small tiny fact- that I was Adam's cousin, currently living with him and his family. So much opportunity, such a clear and easy way to get revenge.

Logan's expression didn't hide much this time. He glanced down, not willing to face me directly. He moved slightly left than right, left than right, rocking back and forth.

"Look, London-"

"I knew it. You don't give a damn. Typical too. We are at war, I don't know what I expected. And all that "frenemy" stuff- just a load of sh*t, so that I would be convinced to not walk away, so that you could get closer, easier to get your revenge, hey?"

"I never wanted to drag my past with Adam into any of this, London!" He shouted, looking hard into my eyes. I had his attention now, didn't I.

I quirked an eyebrow in disbelief.

"London, who was that?" Adam asked from the middle of the staircase. I had to get Logan out of the window's view at least. Even if I just closed my curtains, Logan would still make himself known, it wasn't that difficult. Why I hadn't left the window closed earlier, I dont know and was incredibly stupid on my part.

I unfroze and stood up, my body complaining and begging me to just collapse on the bed and go back to sleep. I was pretty sure at this point I could've slept through those b****y alarms anyways, talking with Logan always made me exhausted.

I made my way to shut the window when Logan stopped me.

"Wait." I eyed him suspiciously.

"You've got twenty seconds to talk before I'm shutting you out," Maybe I should be shutting him out from more than just the bedroom window.

"I'll disappear for now I swear, but promise me one thing" his dark eyes pulled me in- and I had to fight every urge of my stupid teenage body to stare back and glow in the attention.

"What?" I asked roughly, feeling slightly uncomfortable with my arms no longer in position to cover my slightly exposed body. I guess he had seen more than this anyways when he had stolen my clothes from the change rooms, but still it felt weird.

"In one hour you have to come with me no exceptions, and I'll explain once we get there," Did he really think I would agree to that? I let my eyes close for a fraction of a second.

"Really? Where? How can I trust you? And do you really expect me to go with that?" He nodded at me, as the questions tumbled out.

"It's your only option. And I swear I won't desert you and leave, or hurt you in any way."

I groaned ready to deny him when another step creaked under Adam's weight, and I knew it to be the third one from the top, walking on it several times myself. He was close, so very very close.

"Alright fine, but leave your window open, so I can go through there, as you can tell our stairs are a little loud and I doubt Adam will be sleeping." He nodded understanding, and started to back up, never looking away from me.

"Oh and do me a favour and put on a damn shirt," I said looking away a little embarrassed.

He smirked knowingly. "Why am I distracting you?" He moved to the side so only his face was showing past the window's view. I pushed a finger to my lips, which had annoyingly enough had been dragged into a smile.

My door creaked open on the rusty hinges, and I whirled around facing Adam and a sleepy Jordon who was rubbing his eyes trying to stay awake.

"London, can't you shut off all that noise?" Jordon asked.

"No," I shouted crazily, " omeone hid a bunch of small alarm clocks all around my room ad a joke. I found three, but I can't find the rest!"

"Calm down, London, it's okay," Adam reassured me walking over and placing his hands on my shoulders.

'Logan?' Jordon mouthed from the doorway behind Adam's back.

I nodded both at Adam and Jordon. I finally took in my surroundings and started to laugh.

Jordon's hair was sticking up all over the places, in crazy directions making him look ridiculous. Obviously Adam had rushed to come here "appropriately" because his shirt was on inside out and backwards. Everything, all of my belongings, were strewn across the floor, flung into every corner and covering every square inch of the ground. Even the drawers of my dresser and desk were taken out of their frames and placed on the wood ground. This was a mess.

Adam and Jordon looked at me oddly wondering what on earth was going on in my mind. I started to explain when my phone dinged.

'Check behind the dresser, under your bed against the far wall, and on the top of the curtain bar.' Logan had typed. I smiled softly. Finally.

'Next time, when your doing something like this, keep your hands out of all of my drawers.' I responded.

'Oh you want there to be a next time, sweetheart? I better start planning then ;)' he answered.

I rolled my eyes and chucked my phone on to my bed. I would answer that later, I had all night apparently if I was going with Logan somewhere at 3:30 am. I was insane.

Shaking my head I pointed at the three places Logan described.

"I think they're there, there, and there." I stated. And although the boys looked at me suspiciously they followed my lead and found exactly what they were looking for, where I had told them, and shut them off. We all relaxed at the calm and silence that finally descended down on us.

"See you just had to calm down and think, and-" Adam snapped his fingers, "problem solved."

I nodded slowly, feeling the exhaustion creeping into my limbs, and dragging me down with the imaginary weight that sleep put on you.

"I don't know for sure who did this, but I have a good idea. I promise I'll explain tomorrow, but for tonight can we all just please go back to bed. I can barely stand up any longer I'm so tired." I asked, and Adam nodded running a hand through his hair and placing a hand on his hip.

He sighed, "Just assure me of one thing," I nodded for him to go on.

"Logan's not bullying you is he?"

"What?! No," I started to laugh a little at the ridiculousness of the thought, "Logan is not bullying me."

"Okay good. Alright then, goodnight Lon," he left quickly barely looking back. And as soon as he was out of the room I felt extremely relieved.

Jordon looked me over smiling knowingly.

"He's sure helping you make memories, isn't he?" He smiffed (A/N: I am hereby officially making that a word- smiffed. Means to say with a slight mff sound- like a little laugh).

He laughed at me, and walked back across the door into his room.

"Night, Lon," his muffled voice cried out.

"Night," I responded almost at a whisper.

I glanced at the clock- my clock- briefly and found it read 2:45 Friday evening- sorry Saturday morning. I had a good 20 minutes. I could take a power nap right? Right.

I hit the bed like a skydiver hitting water and barely set an alarm- on a much quieter volume mind you- before I was out.

********

"London- London come on," who was shaking my shoulders? I reached out still half asleep and slapped their face. Oh my. Oh my. Oh my, they had a nice jawline- oh my they must be-

Oh my gosh, I shot up in bed realizing I was touching Logan's face. What on wind currents of windmills had I been thinking lately??

I guess it hadn't been as much as I thought, for Logan was across the room ruffling through my dresser drawers. What on earth was I getting myself into? Why did I promise him I would run off in the middle of the night~ morning I guess, and go to some unknown place with my freaking enemy?! Even though this was so insane I kept my word.

"What did I say about going through my- mmfmfmm," my verbal annoyance was silenced once Logan threw a shirt at my face.

"Get dressed, I told you to come with me in an hour, and what are you doing? Trying to get out of it like usual and sleeping. Of all things your sleeping," he rolled his eyes at me and chucked more clothes at my face.

"Oh how dare I." I started dramatically, "Sleeping at 3am- who on earth even does that anymore?"

"Exactly," he said not catching on to my sarcasm- or playing along. I couldn't tell which.

I took a moment to examine what he had picked out. It was a a black tank top with the red, blue and white symbol |-/. My twenty one pilots shirt- not bad, and a pair of black skinny jeans. He didn't have bad taste at all, but I wanted to annoy him.

"Nope not good enough," I said holding up the outfit and pursing my lips. "Do better."

I didn't attempt to get up off the bed, but just threw them back at him where he caught them cradling them, football style. I was lazy right now, it was 3 am and I was not planning on getting up out of this warm cocoon until I absolutley had to.

"What do you mean, not good enough?" He asked incredulously, "This will look good on you, put it on."

I blushed a little. He thought I would look good. I shook my head slightly so he couldn't see. No, he was getting in between me and Adam and my aunt, and causing trouble whenever he met up with me. I shouldn't, or rather couldn't care about his opinion of me. Plus why did I care anyways?? I was asking myself that question way too often.

"Put it on London," he shook the two pieces of fabric in my face. Finally I reached out and snatched them from his hand.

"Fine, but only because I'm too lazy to pick anything else myself."

I took a step back mentally and looked at what he was wearing. A shirt, thankfully this time, that was pure black except for a small white logo on the pocket. I had no idea what it stood for. He was also wearing grey jeans, and a black sweater. With his black wavy hair, he was going to look like a friggin ninja on a mission.

"Should I be worried about this black theme, you're dressing us up in?" I questioned.

He laughed, "No just get dressed already won't you?"

I looked at him expectantly. Really?

"You don't really expect me to get changed with you standing there do you? Becuase Uh-uh, nope. I'm not moving one single scooch off this bed until you move your a*s out that window."

His eyes seemed to sag in mock disappointment and annoyance.

"Geez fine if that's what will make you move faster."

He followed my directions and climbed back into his own territory standing stock still once he was just inside the window. He wasn't moving from the line of sight where he would still be able to see me changing.

The guy was unbelievable. With an excessive flare of dramatics I swooped my curtains closed and blocked his view.

He sighed, but this was fair- no one was going to see what was underneath for a long time. I had learned that lesson quite well from Logan himself.

I quickly got dressed and thinking for myself, and how cold it probably was outside grabbed my red zip up hoodie. Then I opened the curtains to find a boy still unmoved, I rolled my eyes at him. Then I did the deadliest thing I could- I prepared to jump.

I breathed in deeply. I had done this once before, I could do it again- right? Looking down I spotted the green gardens and grass below, scared as hell to become dust along with them. My palms became a little sweaty and my eyes fluttered shut in fear.

"Oh come on, sweetheart it's not that bad, I'm sure you'll be okay. I'm right across the way- just look at me." Logan's soft voice floated over to me on the slight breeze and I opened my eyes again to stare at him.

That was exceptionally kind of him. Strange.

"I swear if you psych me out in any way, I will plan and carry out your murder myself. And I'll make sure no one shows up at your funeral," one should never test me at 3:30 am or when I was scared to death.

He laughed. He frickin laughed.

"Sweetheart, don't worry, just jump and try not to think about it."

I thought, What the steaming seven circles of hell- let's do this, and jumped locking Logan's outstretched hands into a death grip, before pulling myself in and through the window sill.

"Thanks everything above and below," I mumbled letting Logan's hands drop immediately and taking a step back from him.

"Did you just thank God and Satan?" Logan asked. I shook my head, not feeling like replying.

I took the short silence to survey his room- for real this time- and found I liked the simple look of it. The picture of him and what must be Elliott, was still on his beside table and my heart softened a little. No matter how he acted, or what he said, he did have a soft side, and he wasn't 100% dumbass. He couldn't have been if a little boy was following him around like a little lost puppy.

But maybe that's why he's gone.

The cruel and emotionless thought popped into my mind suddenly without invitation and I threw it out hurriedly. I was scared that actually might be the truth, but I wouldn't believe it unless shown, or told convincingly. Which so far, no one had shown me any reason to believe it.

"Okay, enough looking let's get a move on," he said pulling me out the bedroom door, down the stairs, through the lavender homey kitchen, and past the living room. He delicately twisted the doorknob, being as slow as it could be stood and snuck out the door, softly closing it behind him.

We both took a big breath of relief, pausing a moment, for me at least, to prepare myself for whatever or wherever Logan was going to do or take me.

He slid forward and taking a pair of keys out of his pocket slipped them into his motorcycle while hopping on, balancing it by leaning a leg to one side.

"You want me," I pointed at my chest, "to ride that," I pointed at the motorcycle, "with you," I pointed at him.

"Yup" he said popping the p and smiling widely.

That little overgrown child.

"Fine," I conceded, not even putting up a fight. I wasn't really that scared of the things- my dad had had one after all. But I didn't want to think about that.

I moved closer to him and sat on the back behind, while he revved the engine.

"Put your arms around me, other wise you're going to fly off the back," he commanded. I nodded even though he couldn't see me, as he started to turn around and did as I was told.

The feeling was strange, exotic, but dare I say a little pleasing. And once he started to drive- quickly too, probably scared of waking his parents- I had a strong sense of euphoria and freedom.

The wind whipped my hair back off of my face, and the night crickets were silenced in the roar of the machine. Logan started out slightly stiff, but five minutes in and he had eased up- not that I would know from holding on to his chest or anything- moving back and forth with the curves and swerves of the bike. I laughed and let out a small shout, Logan laughing a my excitement.

I'm sure he would have said something stupid and sarcastic if he could have been heard over the motor- but he couldn't and I didn't care what he thought. I was simply happy, even if this was "rebellious".

Maybe this wasn't as such as a bad thing to do after all- maybe it didn't matter where he was taking me. The ride was, I was sure of it, going to be better than whatever else he had planned. The best thing Logan had done for me yet- what a surprise.