My Best Friend Logan

Ch 17

I walk through the doors of my own house and my dad is standing there arms crossed with my mom a little behind him, but to the right.

I tense up.

"Why are you home so late?" my dad says.

"Sorry, we were having fun" I say.

"What were you doing?"

"Well really just goofing around and I showed him quite alot of IM5 videos." I laugh. "It is my job now to make 5ers."

"There's still no reason for you to be home this late." my dad says surprisingly still calm and not screaming in my face.

"It's only like 8:15!?"

"And you got over there after school?"

"More like 3 hours after school cause he had football practice and we took the bus"

"Oh so he's on the football team?"

"Dad,"

"No! Who is this kid?" He shouts.

"Logan! Cheese! Hes like my best friend. So?"

"So?" he says calmer. "Whatever. I don't even know why I bother."

I sigh and run upstairs. Im not surprised.

I go on Instagram and like the photo of me and Logan.

Then my mom comes in and says "Honey? Im sorry you're father snapped. You know how he is." she says.

"Ya, I know. Whatever. It's fine. Not like something new." I say and roll my eyes.

"Ok." she says. "Its fine that you were over his house, Im just glad you're doing something." She nods and walks out.