good go bad , logan

[grace evelyn collins]

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can you kneel before the king, and say i'm clean, i'm clean tell me now where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart. oh tell me now where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart a white blank page and a swelling rage. you did not think when you sent me to the brink you desired my attention but denied my affections. so tell me now where was my fault ---------------------------------

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woo finally wrote it! sorry it took forever. she's wearing what's in the picture and there are 475 words.

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grace put on her clothes on top of her bathing suit, and grabbed her bag. it was saturday which meant she worked for only five hours instead of the usual eight. it was still a bitch but she needed the money, badly. one of her roommates had gone to live with her boyfriend which meant they all had to pay more on the house. her parents paid enough of the house so they wouldn't owe that much but it was hard to pay it now with only three people, all of which spent a lot of their money on booze and party shit. anyways, she tried putting in as many hours as she could. grace finished getting her stuff then began the short walk to her house. once there, she immediately went into the shower. she hated getting chaffed with the sand. grace let the hot water run over her skin and hair for a while before finally covering her hair in shampoo. while she did that, she washed her body throughly with soap. last time she took a short shower after work, she ended up uncomfortable because she still had sand left over.

once she was done with her shower, she grabbed the dirty clothes and put them in the sink, then turned on the water to let it soak in it. she checked her drawers and put unsome undergarments before throwing on one of logan's shirts. she had gotten up too early this morning since saturdays were the busiest days which meant every lifeguard had to go in once for a couple of hours. now it was around two in the afternoon which meant she could lounge around then see if logan or one of her friends wanted to go out tonight. for now, she wanted to doze off for a bit. and it didn't take long because the second she laid down on the couch in the living room, she was out like a light. she couldn't hear the numerous text messages that were coming in nor the oh so familiar ringtone that just helped in keeping her asleep more than it woke her up. three hours later and she was still in dreamland. she almost didn't hear the door open. grace was aware of knocks but she thought that they were just in her head or that the person would go away. she also missed the sound of the plant near the door being moved so the person could get the spare key under there.

the only reason she woke up was because the door closing was because the sound of the door closing was loud no matter how hard you closed the door. she rubbed her eyes and looked around to see who it was only to let out a "what the hell" when she saw her boyfriend standing there.

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[logan matthew reid]

good go bad.

words: 549 tagged: grace wearing: pictured above

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Now that it was after noon, he decided it would be best to shower and change out of his pyjamas. He pushed himself up off the pleather couch and headed to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. He adjusted the temperature to a lukewarm, stripped off his pyjama bottoms, and stepped into the shower. He hadn’t realized how anxious he was to see Grace tonight. He had put enough thought into how he was going to treat Grace tonight, being their anniversary and all. As he lathered his body down, his heart warmed at the thought of spending time with Grace. Between his work schedule and her work schedule, there hadn’t been much time lately to spend together.

Within twenty minutes, Logan was dried and dressed and standing in the kitchen of his apartment. He slid his feet into his running shoes, put his cellphone and wallet into his pockets, and retrieved the flower he had purchased a few hours ago and his car keys. He locked the apartment door behind him and hopped down the stairs to his reserved parking spot where his beat-up Toyota was parked. He never felt a need to keep his car locked because he didn’t ever leave anything of value inside. He yanked open the door, carefully placed the flowers on the passenger’s seat, and inserted the key into the ignition, starting the engine.

Moments later, he was pulling into the driveway of the house Grace shared with her roommates. He hadn’t bothered to make too strong a bond with them, but they got along nonetheless. He turned off the engine, grabbed the flowers, and tossed open the car door. His feet landed on the pavement as he stood to his full height and pushed the car door closed with a thud. He hoped Grace would be ready or at least almost ready because he had made an early dinner reservation at a popular restaurant downtown. There was no sense in knocking, so Logan approached the front steps and stepped inside, slowly pushing the front door closed behind him.

The door was so old; there really was no quiet way of closing it. He held the flowers behind his back and took a few steps toward Grace’s bedroom. His heart almost dropped when Grace emerged wearing only underwear and one of Logan’s button-up shirts. “What the hell?” she let out as she approached him. Logan’s cheeks flushed red as he pulled the flowers to his side. He wasn’t sure what to do at this moment, other than stand there with the flowers at his side. “You forgot,” he muttered, the disappointment sounding in his voice.

thanks sophia of caution.