Logan Mitchell had it all. He was an angel on the ice, and he made damn sure everyone else knew it too. Hockey was his sport and he dominated at it. School wasn't a problem, Logan excelled at everything without trying. He was amazing, every girl wanted him for themselves.
That was the problem, every girl. Logan had women and men throwing themselves at him constantly. Where did I come into play? I'm not even sure.
My name is Carlos Garcia, and Logan Mitchell is my very best friend. We've known each other since we were 3. I guess I could say we were an inseparable duo up until high school. That was definitely where things got bad, fast.
Logan started focusing on hockey, I couldn't even stand up on skates. I couldn't focus on any of my subjects, Logan had no problem keeping straight A's.
He promised me we would remain best friends and that the pressures of high school and hockey wouldn't separate us.
And for awhile, I believed him. He was the one person I could always trust, best friends til the very end, he always said.
By our sophomore year of high school, I felt like I barely knew him anymore. We barely spent any time together outside of the one class we got placed in with each other. He outshone me in everything he did. Logan was the sunshine in everyone's life.
For some reason, I just couldn't stay away from him. As much as I missed him, I couldn't keep myself from finding ways to see the beautiful brunette boy. I would show up at his hockey practices and go to all of his games.
Logan is like a drug I feed off of without meaning to. Being in his presence gives me strength. I've been falling for him slowly for almost 4 years now.
Even though I know I'll always be on the sidelines, I will always be here for Logan waiting for him to realizes he loves me too.
Some people might call me stupid for thinking this, but I know he will realize it someday. And when he does, I will be here.
Logan Mitchell will be mine.
