The Girl who made his heart race

Third person's POV [Logan]

Logan woke up from the bed because of the noise of his phone ringing on the nightstand. He rubbed his eyes lazily, stretched himself before picking up the call. He didn't say anything and let the person who called speak first.

"Logan, you there?" He heard the familiar voice of his old friend Jerry and swallowed hard. "Did you see the text messages I sent the other day?"

"Yeah," Logan said in a barely audible voice. "I saw."

"So when are you moving out?"

"Give me some time, I need to figure out--- "

"Look, man, I understand, but I'm sorry," Jerry interjected and continued, "I helped you all this while, but I can't anymore. I need to sell the place, I need the money and your rent money isn't enough man."

"You can increase the rent, I'll pay," he said with determination while unconsciously fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt.

"That money won't be sufficient for my mamma's treatments, I have to sell the house."

Logan could hear the firmness in Jerry's voice and