"Logan!" Elena called from Logan's walk in closet, examining the multiple pairs of shoes that lined the bottom of the walls. "I'm borrowing a pair of your shoes, ok?"

Since Logan was in the shower, she didn't wait for a response to grab a pair and slip them on. She just wanted to be able to say that she did in fact ask if the conversation came up later.

After grabbing one of Logan's hoodies and slipping it on over her head, Elena cut the closet light off and walked back into his room. At the same time, Logan walked in from the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a towel while he dried his hair with a smaller towel. Elena tried to subtly let her gaze drop down to his abs, but when she looked back up at his face, a cocky smirk had spread across his lips.

"I saw you raping me with your eyes. I don't blame you either." He said, turning around and opening one of the dresser drawers behind him to take out a pair of jeans. "So, what are you doing today?"

"Oh. James is supposed to be taking me to see The Avengers or something." Elena answered, obviously not looking forward to her date with James. "I'd rather stay here with you and do nothing, but I haven't spent any time with him in a while."

"I understand. We're still on for tonight though, right?" Logan asked hopefully, sliding on a pair of boxers and looking up at Elena.

Sure, Logan and Elena did things together that best friends probably shouldn't, but that's not what he was looking forward to, even if it was bound to happen. He just loved spending time with Elena. They had been best friends since they were in diapers- literally- and he had flown her out to LA with him the moment he got the sufficient funds to do so. The sexual part of their friendship just happened to start when they both got wasted off of beer at a wild party, and upon finding that she was sexually attracted to Logan, Elena suggested that they have sex again, and again, and again, until it had finally become an almost everyday thing for the two of them.

Elena just used the sex to blow off steam, or to rid off some of the sexual tension she knew that James wouldn't be able to satisfy, no matter how hard he tried. Logan was a completely different story. He'd liked Elena since Kindergarten, and the feelings just grew stronger and stronger to the point that he was afraid to tell her how he felt in fear that it would freak her out; because in all honesty, Logan was head over heels in love with Elena. Everything about her drove his senses wild.

From her sweet and caring personality during the day to her almost dominating personality in bed at night, Logan was crazy about every part of her. Of course, James managed to snap Elena up before Logan even had the chance to tell her how he felt, and although Logan felt wrong for having sex with Elena while she was dating one of his best friends, he still felt obligated to her; like he had the right to do what he was doing because he had Elena in his life first, when in reality, he would only have sex with her to feel like she actually loved him back.

That wasn't the case though, and every morning, Logan would wake up more heartbroken than before.

"Of course. We always watch scary movies and eat Chinese food on Friday's. It's tradition." Elena replied, picking up her purse and heading for the door. "Oh, and I'm wearing your shoes since I lost mine somewhere between the front door and the spot I'm standing in."

Logan chuckled and nodded, remembering Elena taking off her heels the night before and tossing them somewhere under the bed for some weird reason before she practically pounced him on the bed. He wouldn't tell her that though. He thought it was cute when she wore his clothes or his shoes, and James knew about their close friendship, so he never got suspicious when he'd see her in them.

After Elena left, Logan sighed and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. He had five missed calls from five different unknown numbers- probably some random girls he'd drunkenly given his number to at the club the night before. He got rid of all the voice messages before he even listened to them, not caring at this point what dirty or needy things they might have said. The only girl he wanted was Elena, and frankly, as attractive as he may find other girls, he could never bring himself to go out or hook up with any of them. He was in love with a girl that would probably never love him back, and if that's what he had to live with, then so be it.