Author's Note: So this is the new story I'm starting. I hope you guys enjoy it and maybe you could even review and just tell me if you like it? If not that's cool too haha. This is basically an introduction chapter, showing the history between Kendall and Logan. The next chapter is going to jump a few years, and a lot of things are going to change. I hope to have the next part up soon. And don't worry I haven't abandoned Perfect Disaster, I'm just blocked with writer's block. Hopefully I'll continue it soon. Enjoy! Oh and I'm claiming it as mature for future references to what will happen in the story
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush, although everyone knows I'd like to
Chapter One: Unexpected Beginnings
It was his first day of kindergarten and Kendall Knight could barely contain his excitement. He couldn't wait to make new friends and show off his new Spider-Man action figure and his light up shoes to match. "Mommy let me go!" Kendall cried as his mother held onto him for dear life in a bone crushing hug. "Mommy why are you crying?"
"Oh honey it's nothing." Mrs. Knight wiped away at the tears that rolled down her cheeks. She couldn't believe her baby was growing up. The hormones from her pregnancy didn't help with her emotions either.
"Okay Mommy! I love you." Kendall placed a kiss to his mom's cheek before wriggling out of her grasp. He ran off to sit along with all the other kids at the various tables, sparking up conversation with the first person he could.
Next to Kendall sat a shy boy with dark brown hair. He averted his gaze from the overly excited blonde, staring down in his lap at the figurine he held there.
"Hi!" Kendall exclaimed. "I'm Kendall. Who are you?"
"Logan Mitchell," the brunette boy mumbled, refusing to look up at Kendall.
Kendall cocked his head to the side and sized up Logan. He was wearing a blue sweater vest over a white shirt and khaki pants with sneakers. "Why are you dressed so funny?" Kendall asked.
"I'm not! My Mommy dressed me this morning. You're the one who's dressed funny." Logan finally looked up to meet Kendall's gaze with a frown on his face.
"No I'm not. Spider-Man is not funny, he's the greatest superhero alive!" Kendall glanced down at his shirt with pride. If he could be anyone in the world he would have chosen Spider-Man.
"You're wrong, Batman is better!" Logan stuck his tongue out at Kendall.
"That's mean." Kendall slumped in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and sighing. "I don't like you."
Kendall watched as Logan's eyes started to tear up. "No one does." Logan cried. Confused, Kendall looked around them, and while everyone else was playing or laughing, Logan had been sitting here all alone before he came along.
"Hey I'm sorry! Please don't cry! Do you want to be my friend?" Kendall asked with hopeful, bright eyes and a wide smile.
"I thought you didn't like me?"
Kendall thought for a moment, his face scrunching up as he considered being friends with the boy next to him. Finally noticing the little action figure in Logan's hands, Kendall smiled. "I was kidding! And hey, look! We can fight off bad guys together! Batman and Spider-Man against the world!"
Kendall all but shoved his Spider-Man toy in Logan's face, making the brunette back away slightly. "You really want to be my friend, Kendall?"
"Yeah I do. You may dress funny, but oh well."
Logan's face broke out into a big smile, the first Kendall had seen from the boy since striking up conversation with him. "Okay cool! Come on let's go play a game!" Logan all but pulled Kendall from his chair next to him, taking Kendall with him as they ran around the room pretending they were their favorite superheroes. They giggled as they played, flying around the room and only stopping to catch their breaths.
When the teacher called the class to order, Kendall groaned. "But I want to keep playing with my new friend!"
The teacher, Ms. Kelly just looked at Kendall with a smile on her face. "Oh boys, during recess you can."
"You promise?" Kendall asked her warily.
Ms. Kelly held out her hand to Kendall, sticking out her pinky finger and linking it with his. "I promise."
Kendall couldn't help but smile at her words, his green eyes ablaze with excitement. "Okay. Come on Logan let's go find our seats!"
"Yay! I can't wait to learn!" The brunette said while following Kendall back to the table.
"You're kidding right?"
"No…I like to learn new things." Logan said softly, as Kendall scrutinized him.
"Logan you are so weird! But that's okay, I still like you." Kendall held out his hand for a high five which Logan welcomed animatedly. After, both boys turned their attention to the teacher as she read the class a story, whispering to each other the whole time.
When story time finished, lunch ensued. Kendall reached into his Spider-Man backpack, extracting a matching lunch box from its depths. "Wow, you really do love Spider-Man, don't you?"
"Duh. Who wouldn't want super spidey powers?" Kendall jumped up and held out his palms, pretending to shoot spider webs from his hands while spewing sound effects from his mouth.
"Okay okay I get it! Plus you're spitting on me!" Logan wiped the side of his face as Kendall sat back down in his seat. Opening his lunch Kendall groaned to see that his lunch was full of carrots and celery and peanut butter and jelly. He took a peek at Logan's lunch, his mouth watering just for the gushers the brunette pulled from his very own Batman lunchbox.
"Wow. Can we trade?" Kendall asked hopefully, holding out his bag of carrots in return for the gushers. "Pretty please?"
"But…I like my gushers." Kendall frowned at the boys words, giving in and unzipping the plastic bag to grab a carrot. "But we can share!" Logan said. Kendall's face instantly formed a smile.
"Really Logan?"
"Of course, anything for my new friend, but we'll save them for last."
"Best for last?" Kendall wondered, raising an eyebrow and smiling. Logan just nodded, already taking a bite of his own food as Kendall chopped down on some carrots.
When Logan swallowed he opened up his mouth to speak as Kendall shoved another carrot into his mouth. "I wonder when recess is? Do you think we'll get to play outside?"
Kendall just shrugged. "I don't know. MS. KELLY!" Kendall shouted from their table, waving his hand in the air like a mad man and calling his teacher over. Ms. Kelly rolled her eyes with a grin and walked over to the blonde kid.
"Yes Kendall?"
"When we have recess do we get to play outside?" Kendall asked hopefully. "Me and Logan want to play on the swings."
"Yeah we do!" Logan piped up.
Ms. Kelly just shook her head and chuckled. "Of course boys! Now eat your lunches. The sooner you eat the sooner you can go outside and play." Wasting no time Kendall took a handful of his carrots and pushed them into his mouth. "Slow down Kendall."
With a mouthful Kendall said, "Okay," hearing his words come out as a garbled mess, eliciting a giggle from Logan beside him. Waiting until he could swallow, Kendall looked at Logan with a confused expression. "What's so funny?"
"You are." Logan commented, taking the last bite of his sandwich before moving on to the rest of his lunch.
When all that remained were Logan's gushers, Kendall held out his hands for Logan to pour a few of the snacks in his palms. Taking a bite Kendall smiled. "Yum. Gushers are the best!" Logan just stared at his friend and nodded, quickly sharing the rest of the food before running outside to play.
"So swings?" Logan asked Kendall. Kendall turned to the smaller boy and nodded.
"Race you there!" Kendall yelled, before taking off across the playground with Logan hot on his heels. Once he reached the swings Kendall jumped up and down doing a victory dance. "I won. I won. You lost. You lost."
Logan clutched his side to catch his breath. "No fair you took off first!"
"Too bad." Kendall said with a grin as he hopped onto the swing. "Want to see who can go the highest?"
Logan laughed happily. "Yes! And this time I'll make sure I win!" Both boys pumped their legs as hard as they could, swinging themselves higher and higher. "Tie?"
Kendall groaned, he didn't like tying, he liked winning. "Sure. Wanna jump?"
Kendall watched as Logan looked at the ground below him with fear. "We're too high up. We could get hurt."
"Come on it'll be fun!" Kendall shot himself off of his swing, landing just a few feet away in the grass.
"Are you hurt?" Logan yelled from up above. Kendall just shook his head and gave his friend thumbs up. "Okay then…" Logan launched himself into the air, touching down just to the left of Kendall.
"See? It was fun right?"
"Yeah you're right. Do you want to play superheroes now?"
Kendall nodded and smiled, reaching into his pocket for his Spider-Man doll and racing around the playground with Logan. Not paying attention to where they were going, Logan found himself running head first into a brawling fifth grade. "S-Sorry." Logan sputtered, stepping away from the boy as fast as he could.
"Ohhh what's this?" The older boy grabbed the Batman figurine from Logan's hands, snickering to his friends at the look of fear on Logan's face.
"Logan are you okay?" Kendall asked, before noticing the big kid in front of him. "Hey give my friend back his toy!" Kendall yelled.
"Make me."
Stomping forward Kendall stuck his leg back as far as it could go before kicking the older boy in the shin hard.
"Oww!" The boy yelled, dropping Logan's toy and clutching his injured leg in his hand. Kendall bent down and grabbed the Batman doll before reaching for Logan's hand.
"Run Logan!" Both boys ran as fast as they could all the way back to the door of their classroom. Once they were there they stopped, Kendall handing Logan back his toy. "Here you go."
"Thanks Kendall!" Logan cried, snatching away his Batman figurine and hugging it to him. "I'm glad we're friends."
"Me too bud. Now come on let's go inside or we might miss nap time!"
3 years later
"Kendall, why does your mom look so sad?" Kendall followed Logan's gaze to his mom sitting up in the bleachers next to Logan's parents with his little sister Katie sitting between them.
Kendall shrugged. "I don't know, I guess I'll figure it out later."
"Hey Kendall, Logan get over here!" Their teammate James called from the other side of the ice. They were supposed to be practicing before their first game of hockey for the little league season.
"We'll be right there James!" Kendall called, giving his mom one last look before following Logan across the ice.
"And where's your dad Kendall? Isn't he supposed to be here, to watch you play?" Logan asked once they reached James and the rest of the team.
"Yeah…he was. Maybe he's late Logan, I'm sure he'll show up later." Kendall threw Logan a look of confidence, just as the coach called him out to the center of the ice. Knowing everyone was watching him as he played, Kendall was nervous. It was his first game of hockey ever, and he wanted to prove he was a valuable player; not only for himself, but for his family. His dad was a professional hockey player, ranked as center and captain for the Minnesota Wild. He didn't want to let his dad down, that is if he ever showed up.
Kendall played great. For an eight year old he could really skate, showing his full potential out on the ice. He pretended it was just a practice, with him and Logan goofing off and having fun. He was the first to score a goal, and once he did there was no stopping him. The game ended once the buzzer sounded at the end of the third period. They had won 3-0, and Kendall couldn't help but feel proud of himself. He couldn't wait to see the look of pride on his mom and dad's faces when he met them after hitting the locker room.
"Kendall your mom is crying." Logan whispered into Kendall's ear as they climbed the bleachers to where their families set.
"I bet she's just so happy for me. Those are happy tears Logan." Kendall smiled, the high from winning still full in stride.
"Yeah, but where's your dad Kendall? He never showed."
"Logan just drop it okay? He probably just had to work." Kendall muttered at the smaller boy. He ignored his father's absence and dropped his bag to his side. He ran to his mom and jumped into her arms. "Mom did you see it? I scored every goal! I helped us win! Didn't I do great?" Kendall asked her, waiting for her to shower her compliments on him.
"Y-You did a-amaz-zing Kendy." His mom sobbed as she clutched him to his chest.
"Mom you don't have to cry. Everything's okay!" Kendall said, but when he finally took a good look at his mom's face, there wasn't a trace of happy in her appearance. There was none of the usual bright smiles and her eyes were red and puffy. "Mom?" Kendall barely whispered, knowing if he spoke any louder his voice would break.
"Honey, you're going to stay the night at Logan's t-tonight okay? I-I'm going to take Katie with m-me to grandma's."
Silent tears started to stream down Kendall's cheeks. "Why mommy? Why can't I come to Nana's too?"
"B-Because you know how b-bored you g-g-get over there. You'll have more fun at Lo-Logan's and his family will take great c-care of you." Mrs. Knight tried to smile through the tears, but she could barely find the strength to lift the corners of her mouth.
"Mommy what happened?" The boy asked, the tears subsiding for the moment. He was relieved he didn't have to see his grandma. She made him watch old TV game shows and wouldn't let him play with his toys in her house. At least at Logan's they could play games and watch movies and eat ice cream.
"Logan's mom will tell you okay sweetie? I really h-have to go. I love you Kendall." Mrs. Knight hugged her son tightly, almost to the point where he could no longer breathe.
"I love you too mommy." Kendall nuzzled his face into her neck while he felt her kiss the top of his head. "I'll see you tomorrow right?" The boy asked hopefully.
"I hope so." She whispered, just loud enough for only Kendall to hear. "I'm going to let you down now o-okay? Good job on y-your game. I'm so proud of you honey."
This was what Kendall had been waiting to hear. "Thanks mom! I can't wait to tell Dad how I did!"
At his words Mrs. Knight sobbed even harder than before. Kendall watched as she scooped up Katie into her arms, giving him one last wave before exciting the skating rink. After she left he turned his head to give Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell hopeful smiles, but he didn't like the looks they gave him. They were full of sadness. Something was definitely wrong.
On the way home Kendall sat next to Logan in the back and leaned his head on his shoulder. His mom was falling apart and his dad never showed up to his game. The next best thing he had was his best friend.
Just as they were pulling into the Mitchell's driveway Kendall noticed something was missing. "Mrs. Mitchell, I don't have any clothes or anything."
"You can borrow something of Logan's. His pants may be a little short for you Kendall, but you'll have to manage."
"Okay…" Kendall muttered, unbuckling his seat belt and grabbing his hockey bag before following Logan out the door.
All throughout dinner Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell kept up talk about the game, priding Kendall on his multiple goals and Logan on his great defensive skills. Kendall and Logan both loved the praise, and Logan's parents knew it would keep Kendall's mind from anything else. He loved being the center of attention. They even had gone to the lengths of making Kendall's favorite dish, spaghetti.
When the dinner was all done, they settled down into the family room for a movie, letting Kendall choose Spider-Man even though they had all watched it a dozen times. The dinner, the movie, they were all distractions. But once the ending credits were rolling Kendall cleared his voice to speak as he looked up to his friend's parents with questioning eyes.
"Why was my mom crying? What happened?" Kendall asked, the image of his mother's broken appearance still clear in his mind. "Is it something I did?" He added with a whisper.
Mrs. Mitchell hurried off the couch and settled down on the floor next to Kendall, pulling him into her lap. Logan stayed off to the side, worried about his friend.
"Honey, you know how your dad wasn't at the game?" Mrs. Mitchell asked Kendall. The blonde boy nodded his head, waiting for her to continue. "Well, he had an accident on the way to game." Mrs. Mitchell paused for a moment, calming her emotions before carrying on.
"What kind of accident?" Kendall asked, now fearing the worst. "Is he okay?" Kendall pried his eyes from Mrs. Mitchell to glance up at Logan's dad. The hurt was evident in his face. His dad wasn't okay.
"He didn't make it Kendall. The car came out of nowhere and hit him dead on to the driver's side door." Tears were now steadily flowing from her eyes. Kendall didn't want to believe any of it. His dad was Superdad. He played hockey and taught Kendall everything he knew; how to play catch, how to ride a bike, and how to skate.
"No!" Kendall cried, jumping from her lap and tearing his way up the stairs. "You're wrong! My daddy's fine!" Two seconds later they heard a door slam closed. Kendall ran into the corner of Logan's bedroom and cried. He hugged his knees to his chest as hot tears fell from his eyes. The little boy felt like the world was falling apart. His dad wasn't supposed to leave him. He needed him.
Kendall didn't know how much time had passed. It could have been minutes or hours until the door finally opened up. The light from the hall shone brightly on Logan's face as he entered his bedroom. He flipped on the light while taking slow, cautious steps toward Kendall.
"Kendall?" He whispered as he inched closer, finally sliding down the wall and seating himself down next to the blonde boy. "Are you okay?"
Kendall shook his head. With Logan there he cried harder, letting it all out. His throated burned and his eyes were tired from crying, but he couldn't find the will to stop. "L-L-Logan…what a-am I s-supposed to d-do?"
"I don't know Kendall. I'm so sorry. So so so sorry. I liked your dad."
"S-So did I. B-But he's n-n-never coming b-back." Kendall sobbed into the shorter boy's shoulder and wrapped his small arms around his waist.
"Shhh…everything is going to work out okay? Do you want to go to sleep? My mommy said it's getting late." Logan asked, hearing Kendall's sobs muffle for a moment while a large yawn over took him. "Come on let's go to bed."
6 Years later
High school. Kendall wasn't sure whether to be excited or not. He woke up and dragged on some clothes, not bothering to touch his hair besides sweeping it out of his eyes. After a quick breakfast and a brush of his teeth he was out the door, waiting at the bus stop with Logan.
"You look nervous." Logan said as his best friend came into view.
Kendall shrugged his shoulders, "Ehh not really. Just not in the school mood."
"But it's going to be great! We can take chemistry and biology and if we start early enough even college credit." Logan rambled on, clutching his backpack tighter on his back.
"Could you not be a nerd for like 5 seconds of your life?" Kendall chuckled, patting his friend on the shoulder just as the bus arrived.
"If I want to be a doctor, I have no choice."
Kendall rolled his eyes. "How in the hell are we even friends?"
"We both liked superheroes remember?"
Kendall thought back to those moments in kindergarten and smiled, "Oh yeah. We were fucking weird."
Logan couldn't help but laugh. "Tell that to the Spider-Man poster still hanging on your bedroom wall."
"Fuck off." Kendall laughed, shoving Logan into a seat and sitting down next to him. "So we're meeting up with James and Carlos when we get there right?"
"Yeah. James figures if we stand outside for a while he can take a glance at all the girls he'll consider this year."
"As long as they don't distract him from hockey, then good for him, girls will be all over him."
"And then Carlos will be jealous." Logan said as the bus stopped to let on the last few kids before heading straight to school.
"You're right. This should be entertaining." The rest of the way to school they discussed their classes and hockey. Tryouts for the varsity team started up after school and Kendall couldn't wait to get back on the ice. While Logan reminded him school was more important, Kendall ignored him. Hockey was all he ever cared about.
When the bus stopped everyone scrambled out of their seats to get off. Kendall and Logan met with James and Carlos near the front doors, laughing as Carlos practically drooled over anything in a skirt that walked past them.
"This is my year guys, I'm finally gonna get a girlfriend." Carlos blushed happily.
"Just keep it in your pants and calm down. You don't need girls to survive." All three boys gave Logan incredulous looks. Girls were all they could think and talk about, yet Logan never really understood their fascination with them.
"Oh Logie, so naïve." Kendall placed a hand to Logan's shoulder and squeezed it tightly. "Take your head out of your books for once."
"Whatever, I actually want to go to college in 4 years."
"So do I. Why do you think I keep you around? It's nice to have a friend as a genius." Kendall flashed Logan his trademark smirk before ushering his friends into the school. They went their separate ways and headed off to their individual homerooms, promising to meet back up for lunch.
In his classes Kendall made friends easily. He was already well known around school for his hockey talent, a sport taken very seriously at their school. A lot of people he didn't even know knew his name and greeted him in the hallways. Kendall loved the attention and liked being noticed.
At lunch the four sat together, discussing their classes and teachers and people they met. Carlos kept going on and on about a girl and Logan kept going on about how he already had homework. Kendall figured it was his fault for taking such advanced classes as a freshman. When the conversations died down Kendall stepped in.
"So who's all going to hockey tryouts today?" Kendall had been playing hockey with his friends since they were eight. He knew he was the most dedicated but he wanted his friends there on the ice along with him, even though he doubted they would. He wasn't surprised when all but Carlos shook his head.
"James? No hockey?"
"Sorry Kendall, I'm doing theater instead. Great way to meet girls, plus maybe it will help me when I become famous one day."
"Oh no not the famous speech again…" Kendall groaned, turning to Logan and giving him a look.
"What about you?"
"School comes first. Plus I was never good at hockey Kendall."
Kendall realized Logan was right. He wasn't very coordinated and tended to bench most games. Kendall was pretty sure Logan only stuck around for so long because Kendall had asked him too. But now Logan had his own issues to worry about.
"Whatever, at least I have Carlos," Kendall high fived the Latino boy with a wide smile.
"Heck yeah! I'm so excited!"
"Carlos you only like hockey because of the helmets." Logan muttered, giving his friend an annoyed look.
Carlos stuck his tongue out at the smart boy with a smirk. "You know it."
"Whatever Carlos sometimes you make no sense." Logan picked at his food when Kendall noticed something out of the corner of his eye. "Do you guys want me to come to tryouts to watch though?"
Kendall thought about it for a moment. "I guess it would be nice to have some support, just in case we don't make it."
Logan looked at the blonde incredulously, his jaw dropping. "Kendall you're going to make it. You're amazing at hockey…Carlos on the other hand…"
"Hey! I can play." Carlos pouted as he ate his lunch, glaring at the smart boy.
"Mmhm okay. But Kendall you have nothing to worry about."
"I hope you're right." Kendall sighed, looking past his friend to the table next to them and laughing. "Logan…Camille is staring at you." Logan turned his head in a flash to see the pretty, curly haired brunette smiling at him before glancing back at Kendall.
"No she's not, she could be looking at any one of us."
"Yeah sure, okay. She's looking right at you." James told Logan. "You know she's always had that creepy crush on you. Although why she picks you I don't know."
Logan rolled his eyes. "Thanks for that James. And…ugh…I wish she'd quit staring." Logan shifted uncomfortably in his seat and pushed away his food, no longer hungry.
"Aww come on why don't you give her a chance?" Kendall asked his friend, his curiosity rising. If Camille had ever shown interest in him he would have gone for her. She was pretty…in a way.
"She's not my type."
"Logan no girl is your type, and a lot of girl's like you. What is with you man?" James pressed on, wondering why the smart boy denied any girl who had ever paid attention to him. Not that James had any trouble in the girl department.
"N-Nothing." Kendall watched Logan glance up at the clock on the wall just as the bell rang. "I'll see you guys later at the hockey try outs. Don't sweat about it Kendall you'll do fine." Logan pat his friend on the back before leaving the cafeteria in a rush. Kendall watched his friend leave in awe, thinking of a way he could set his friend up with Camille.
When Kendall skated out onto the ice he looked up to the stands, smiling when he saw Logan and Camille sitting next to each other and talking. He knew once he mentioned to Camille that Logan was coming to watch him and Carlos try out that she'd tag along. Kendall figured if Logan spent some time with her getting know the girl, Logan would see her in a different light, and maybe even ask her out.
"Knight! Get over here!" He heard his coach yell, pulling him from his trance. Kendall joined the rest of the team, skidding up next to Carlos and placing a welcoming arm around his shoulder.
"We got this Carlitos." Kendall smiled, just before the coach started yelling at the boys to begin their drills. They skated back and forth across the ice, passing a puck between their hockey sticks 20 times. Kendall was relieved to find he finished first, able to catch a breather before the coach continued their conditioning.
Kendall could feel the sweat dripping down his face beneath his hockey helmet. He was panting, skating across the ice as if his life depended on it. Their coach called them up to scrimmage, scrutinizing the boys by their skills. Kendall, always needing to be in control, had the puck in his wake before passing it to Carlos and pushing himself farther towards the goal past the defender that was on him. Carlos whisked the puck back to him, giving Kendall the perfect opportunity to aim for the net, slap shooting it past the dumbfounded goalie just as the coach blew his whistle.
"That's it for today boys! Good work I see some great potential in you all. Go hit the showers." Kendall smiled, following the others towards the locker rooms when he felt a strong hand wrap around his arm.
"Just a minute Knight, I'd like a word with you." His coach pulled him off to the side, the other guys giving him weird looks as they passed him. "You've got some talent boy. And you're what, only a freshman?"
Kendall nodded, reaching up to remove his helmet from his head. "Yeah I am."
The coach let out a long sigh with wide eyes. "Wow. And your father was David Knight right? From the Minnesota Wild?"
Kendall hung his head low. He hated it when people brought up his dad in a conversation with him. He still missed his dad just as much as he did the day he found out he died. It killed him knowing his dad was missing all the important milestones in his life.
Kendall sighed. "Yeah he was." He felt his coach place a hand to his shoulder.
"I'm sorry boy. But you're following in his footsteps. He was an amazing player, and with a bit more practice, you could end up even better than him. I'm keeping my eye on you Knight. You're maybe even captain material."
"Really?" Kendall's face brightened at the thought of being captain; ranking higher above the seniors on the team.
"Really, just don't tell any of the boys I said that. With you we could make it to States. Hell, maybe even Nationals. Never quit this boy, you've got a gift. Now go shower, I'll see you tomorrow." His coach clapped him once more on his shoulder, before turning his back on Kendall and walking away.
It took all of Kendall's will power not to drop everything and do a happy dance on the ice. He was going to be captain of the varsity hockey team as a freshman. He had to tell Logan.
Kendall hurriedly took a shower, washing the sweat from his body and changing back into his clothes and exiting the locker room. He scurried over to where Logan was standing on the bleachers alone. When Logan saw him the smart boy shot Kendall a winning smile. "You did amazing Kendall!"
"Ahh thanks Logan I know! Coach said there's even a possibility of me being captain! Can you believe it?"
Logan only looked at his friend with a knowing smile on his face. "Of course I can. You are so much better than all those other guys. Come on let's walk home and you can tell me all about it."
They walked home together, Kendall talking animatedly about everything the coach had said to him. Logan gave his friend a tight squeeze of his shoulder when he brought up the dad part. Logan understood Kendall when it came to that aspect of his life, having witnessed firsthand just how badly Kendall's father's death had affected him. They were only a block away from their street when Kendall switched topics, bombarding Logan about Camille.
"So Camille, huh? I saw you too talking while we were trying out. Warming up to her at all?"
"No, not really. She's pretty but she's just a friend Kendall. She told me how you talked her into keeping me company too. Why would you do that? You know I'm not interested."
"Logan you need to put yourself out there, experiment a bit. Camille's a nice girl. Who better to have as a first date than her?" Kendall asked his friend, wondering why he was so against dating Camille.
"I told you before, she's not my type and I'm not interested." The boys had reached their street, now stopping at the end of the driveway in front of Kendall's house.
"How is she not your type? What even is your type? Sooner or later you're going to have girls falling at your feet. I know school is important to you, but come on man."
"Kendall can we please just stop talking about this? Camille isn't the girl for me, okay?"
"Is there at least anybody you're interested in?" Kendall was beginning to worry about his friend. He wasn't normal. Logan didn't pay attention to girls like normal guys their age did. It was starting to worry him a bit.
"Well there is this one person…" Logan mumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets and staring at the ground as a blush creeped up his cheeks.
Kendall hadn't expected his reply. "Who? Tell me now!"
Logan stayed quiet, but looked back up at Kendall with a weird look in his eyes. He looked at Kendall as though…no it couldn't be. But before Kendall could finish his thought his best friend's lips were pressed tightly against his, both of Logan's hands on either of his face. Kendall turned to stone. He didn't kiss back. Instead he stepped away and gave his friend a look of disbelief.
When Logan finally found his voice he whispered to Kendall softly. "You, Kendall. I don't like girls, I like guys, and I'm interested in you."
Kendall backed away even further from the smart boy, feeling his jaw drop but unable to pull it back up. "Um…Logan no. I-I don't…just no. That's never going to happen. I gotta go." Kendall all but ran to his house and up the porch steps. He fumbled with his keys as he desperately tried to unlock the front door. Once inside he dropped his backpack and hockey bag to the floor, hurrying up his stairs and locking himself in his room. Kendall ran to the window, peeking out to see if Logan was still there, and he was, the boy looking as though there were tears in his eyes.
Kendall touched his lips softly with his fingers. That was not how his first kiss was supposed to go. It was not supposed to be with his best friend. And it certainly wasn't supposed to be with a boy.