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I've never read the books, does make me want to despite their ridiculous names, it's really good and really redeems Charlie for what she said to them concerning the world being saved. Awesome fic.
Hah, idk if I'd read the books just for this. They are ... very long ... and could be a lot shorter if the characters would just talk to each other :-/ That said I really enjoyed them and if you like fantasy they're definitely worth a try. And thank you! I'm glad you liked the story :-)
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First Drabble request done! Thanks Zoe for motivating me to do this!
So here you go~ first one without a title.... cuz my brain ran out of ideas of a title xD
Title: To be determined
Jagan Drabble
Sad mood :P
Logan watches the meter increase higher and higher as he steps on the gas pedal, ignoring the constant ringing of his phone. He rolls down the roof to allow the wind to blow across his face as he speeds down the highway, carefree and disturb.
85… 90… 95…
He has no idea where he is heading, no idea why he is speeding so quickly but the feeling of emptiness absorbs him. The emptiness of the highway, his mind and his heart gives him the courage (and the thrill) to speed down the open road, the trees passing by like bushes more than tall evergreens.
100…110…120…
His brain starts to turn when he reaches a turn and the car swivels a bit as he uncontrollably turns left, the tires squeaking as he safely makes the turn, slowing down to a 90. He should be heading home by now having been missing for the past two hours now. Yet when his phone rings again, changes his mind and presses back to 130, speeding down that endlessly open straight road.
It’s not his fault he’s speeding. He just wants to do something reckless, something that fill him with emotions, and mostly take his mind off of James.
His phone rings again and he hesitates before letting it go to voicemail. He knows who it is anyway. He self calculates how many times his phone has shrieked since he left home coming to the total of 23.
23 missed calls from James…
Just the thought of that name makes Logan want to speed to 150. That is if his convertible can go that high. He decides to try 150 and presses the pedal but another ring of his phone pressures him to slow down again to 90.
Why on earth is he speeding again? He can’t remember really. The wind is cold on his face, the empty road is suddenly dark and all he can think about is that he is miles away from home. Miles away from James.
He continues driving down that endless road while his phone keeps ringing. Ring, ring, ring the phone goes, nagging him to pick up, read a text, see a photo, notice a tweet until suddenly it stops ringing. He waits for the next beep of a notification, of something but nothing is coming from his phone.
130…120…110…
Logan slowly presses on the brakes as his heart skips a beat.
100…90…80…
He picks up his phone and sneaks a look wondering why it has stopped ringing.
70…60…50…
Heavy rain starts to pour when he abruptly parks in the middle of the highway. He hesitates before reaching over, curiosity getting to him, and he presses his voicemail to hear the messages left by James.
Sitting in the rain he hears James question about his disappearance, rant about leaving him at home, whine about Logan taking the car and scream about missing another date.
He laughs as he sits in the rain, the cold droplets splashing all over him. He should really reconsider James as a friend…or more importantly as anything.
He presses for the roof to rise and cover him up, trying hard to suppress a cold shiver now that the adrenaline is gone. Only it doesn’t come up. It’s stuck.
Just like Logan’s heart.
He starts his car again, turning around to head home.
5…10…15…
His mind is working now, the thirst for thrill and change is gone. He slowly increases his speed because the rain is pouring harder with each mile he goes, blurring his vision.
20…30…40…
Only he’s not sure if it really is rain clogging his view.
50…60…70…
He just knows he’s Logan Mitchell and he’s driving down an endless open road, heading back home.
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Hi, this is one of the members of samwinchesterisourhero/letterstosamwinchester, unfortunately one of my fellow members deleted your submission while in the process of reorganizing things, I do not have access to your full entry but I do have some of it, if you want to resubmit one that would be awesome, and sorry for the inconvenience.
It’s ok I’ll submit it some time later. No bid deal. :)
