Hello~! Welcome to chapter one of Call It What You Want (title is based off a song by Foster The People :3)! I might change the title later on if I get a better idea, since I think you can only properly name a story once it's been completed. You do not want to know how long I've been waiting to put this up! Two days! Okay, two days isn't that long, but my birthday is coming up and the end of the year is approaching, so everything seems so sloooow. Anyway! My friend insisted that I'd write a mpreg and I gave in, so here it is! The real drama will come later on, first couple chapters are just to get in to it, sorta. Oh well, here it is, prepare for some Jagan and mayyyyyyyybe, just maybe, there will be some Kett later on! Enjoy!

''I'm bored...''

''Me too...''

''Am I still alive?''

''I never knew a human could be this bored….''

Four guys were all over their apartment. The shortest of the four was laying on the couch, legs dangling over the edge. The blonde was aimlessly walking around, randomly changing his direction constantly. There was another boy with short black hair sitting at a table, flipping through the pages of a magazine without even bothering to look at it. The last one was sitting across the boy with the magazine, and was softly kicking the boy in front of him.

''Will you stop that?'' Logan grunted and gave James a kick back.

''Ouch, that hurts, Loges,'' James pouted. He lowered his head and supported it with his hands, receiving an odd look from the one who kicked him.

''Really?'' Logan sighed. ''I know you're faking that. I'm sorry for kicking you, I just got a little bit annoyed, that's all.''

The two guys exchanged smiles and continued being bored. Kendall stopped walking when he reached the couch, letting himself fall on it.

''Would any of you mind helping me with coming up with a great thing to do?'' Kendall exclaimed, raising his arms and wildly waving them around, showing his frustration. ''I don't think I'm ready to die yet. Especially not out of boredom!''

''Wanna try out something crazy at the pool?'' Carlos suggested, even though they had already 'tried out something crazy' multiple times, resulting in a failure and lots of angry people. Everyone – except for Carlos – let out a sigh. Seriously, when would he come up with a new or good idea? One that wouldn't get them another warning or even worse.

''Fine,'' Carlos said, getting up from the couch and grabbing his jacket. He patted his helmet and asked, ''anyone wants to join me? I'm going to get some corndogs and maybe some more food. I heard some people eat when they're bored, so I'm going to try that out.''

''Not the brightest idea you ever had, but fine,'' said Kendall and he slowly stood up, facing the two at the table. ''want to come with?''

Both shook their head. Logan, who was facing James, spun around so he could see Kendall and spoke, ''No thanks. We'll just try to fight the boredom another way. Eating might become an addiction, you know.''

''Oh really?'' Carlos sighed. ''Whatever. Let's go, Kendall!''

Carlos grabbed Kendall's collar and stormed his way out of the apartment, Kendall struggling to keep up with his pace. The sounds of their presence faded away as they left the apartment and hallway, leaving the door wide open. Logan let out a sigh and stood up to close the door. He spun around on his heels and lazily walked over to table and placed his hands on it, leaning a bit closer to James.

''So, what shall we do?'' he asked, raising an eyebrow.

James didn't answer immediately and turned his head away. His eyes focused on the wall next to him. He then opened his mouth and spoke, ''I don't know. Don't really care either. This is just fine.''

''Hmm? Define ''this'' if you would, please.''

''Being with you,'' James grinned and he poked Logan's cheek. Logan stepped back in response, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.

Logan was at a loss of words and scratched the back of his neck. ''Eh.. Right.. Want to play a game? Scrabble? Yeah, that'd be a lot of fun! Or eh maybe we could watch a movie? Eh no.. How about a video game?''

''Relax, Logan,'' James smiled. ''stop being so nervous. It's funny and also kinda cute – but it means you're not comfortable.''

''Ah! No no, you've got it all wrong! I'm not nervous, I'm totally fine!'' Logan said, raising his voice a little bit. He smiled awkwardly, even though he knew James could easily read him. His friend did, and a small smile spread across his face. James got up and walked over to Logan. He patted his head and messed with Logan's hair, earning an annoyed glance. It made him chuckle. James leaned forward and closed his eyes, gently pressing his lips against Logan's. James brushed his fingers across the other's cheeks and he could feel them heat up. Logan closed his eyes, just to open them up again when a wave of nausea struck him. He backed away and made a run for the bathroom, just reaching it in time. He heard James approaching him and then felt a hand on his shoulder.

''Well, that's.. one way to boost my ego,'' James jokingly said, crouching down to be eye-level with Logan. Logan wiped his mouth with his sleeve and looked at James.

''I'm sorry,'' he whispered. ''it's just.. I've been feeling ill lately. Most of the time it's just when I wake up in the morning, but sometimes it gets to me during the day.''

''Have you visited the doctor yet?'' James asked. When Logan shook his head he added, ''You should. I'm not an expert nor am I as smart as you are, but I don't think feeling ill for a while is very good.''

''Ok, I will,'' Logan sighed. He got up and walked over to the sink, looking at his reflection. He grabbed his toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste out of the tube. He started brushing and looked at the mirror, seeing James flush the toilet and getting up as well. James walked towards Logan and stood behind him, letting his head rest on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around the smaller teen and looked at him via the mirror.

''You know, I can come with you, if you'd like. To the doctor.''

''Ah, no, thanks,'' Logan turned down the offer. ''I'll be fine. But thanks.''

''Anytime, Loges, you can count on me,'' James said. Logan rubbed his tired eyes, spat in the sink and rinsed his mouth. He washed away the remains in the sink and tried to get out of James' firm grip. James let go and Logan turned around, just to embrace him again. He leaned against James' chest, quietly listening to his heartbeat.