AN: I don't own BTR. They belong to whatever. I'm just here to write. :)
Hello Everyone. This'll be my first fic. Of course, not my first one in the history of history, but all of those were old. And I was young. And I hate to say that I shiver in disgust whenever I go back to read them. Hahaha.
Anyway, I can say for sure that this is definitely my first BTR fic, and I'm definitely excited to see how this is going to turn out. I'm also a bit scared, but maybe I shouldn't be telling you guys that? Haha. I'm an avid Jagan fan, and I decided to give them a try. Please don't kill me if I kill the characters for you. Hahaha, I'm just starting to 'test the waters' right now. Hopefully it isn't so AU or I'm not too bad with the characters that I piss you all off that much. Haha!
(P.S Also I tried to put in some references from some of the recent episodes of BTR. Let's see if you can find them?)
(P.P.S they're there. If you squint. :p)
Logan Mitchell. That is his name. He isn't extremely popular. He's not a total goof. He is a bit of a nerd, but it's nothing but endearing. He's not exactly an outcast, but you couldn't say that he's a part of the in crowd. He was that regular Minnesota high school boy. Logan Mitchell. That is his name.
"Good Morning Logan!"
He smiled, charmed at the youthful and chipper voice he heard behind him taking the hands that covered his sight into his own and clasping them into his fist. He turned around away from his open locker and smiled down into the eyes of his good friend Camille Roberts.
"Haha, Good Morning Camille."
He gave that signature crooked smile of his, and Camille swooned, just as she did every morning. She gave him a light hug as a reply and let him gather his things as she proceeded to tell him about this morning's news.
"Alright, so, did you hear about the new transfer student?"
Stuck in his locker, still trying to find his hopelessly lost notebook for his Economics class, Logan sighed and laughed to himself at Camille's news of the day. Just how exactly was she able to get this kind of news? "No, I didn't. I'm assuming you'd like to tell me about it?"
"His name is James Diamond and he's a senior like us. He's from L.A. and from what I've heard, he's a total hottie. Enjoys singing and hockey, among other things. He's already getting really popular."
"Camille, really now. Have you even met the guy? What gives you the right to tell me all of this stuff about him? I mean, what if none of it is true? You could very well be spreading rumors, and I don't need to be involved in any of that this early in the morning."
"Oh Logan, lighten up! Seriously though, I heard he's really hot."
Logan laughed again. "I think you told me this already. But ok."
"Oooh, can't you be excited about something I'm excited about, just once?"
"What are you talking about? I'm excited about stuff you say all the time." He closed his locker door, spinning the lock, just as he did every morning. He held his arm out and Camille looped hers through. They walked together down the large hallway just as they did every morning to their Economics class, the first period of the day, and Logan continued to scold her as she ranted on and on about the new transfer student "James Diamond".
"I mean really, something has gotta be going on with him right? Why else would he transfer all the way from L.A. to Minnesota in the middle of the school year like this?"
"Yeah…I guess that does seem a bit weird…Wait! I don't even know this guy. I'm not going to talk about this with you Camille." She gave a huff as the two entered the dingy classroom, obviously not aware of the surrounding audience. Camille quickly separated from Logan and scurried off to her seat, her lips at the ready to gossip about the new student to her surrounding classmates. Logan shook his head, publically showing his disappointment, and wandered off towards his own seat, only to find a new and unfamiliar face in his place.
"Uh…I'm sorry…but you're kinda in my seat…" Logan said quietly.
"Oh. Sorry dude." The unfamiliar, but quite handsome, face stood up towering over Logan, and proceeded to occupy the space behind him.
"Oh, it's no problem."
Logan also occupied his own seat, feeling just a bit uncomfortable. He wasn't so great with talking to people he didn't know. He wasn't much of a social person. Of course, once you got to know him, he would open up just as any normal person would, but it was hard to break the ice with Logan, because it was hard to even find a common point of interest with him without making him feel awkward or something of the like.
He squirmed in his seat. He felt like someone was staring at him. Or rather, he felt like that guy was staring at him. Maybe it was because he had nothing else to do? Logan tried to lower himself in his seat, feeling awkward and uncomfortable. He closed his eyes and held the bridge of his nose 'Awh man…it's too early in the morning for me to be feeling like this.' He thought to himself and sighed.
"Uh…Dude…are you ok?" Two taps on his shoulder.
"Huh? Oh…What?…Erm I'm fine." Logan quickly straightened himself, not daring to turn around. He stayed upright and tense for a while.
"Are you sure you're ok?"
Logan held the bridge of his nose again. What was with this guy? He turned around in order to make a point, but found himself in a most awkward position. The tall and pretty face quickly backed away as far as the desk behind him would allow him, but it was inevitable. Logan sat there, turned around in his desk, about to yell at the new kids' crotch. Logan blushed and turned back to face front, forgetting why he even turned in the first place.
"Dude, sorry. I was just gonna ask if you were ok."
Logan had enough. "I already said I was fine!"
The boy went back to his seat and Logan sank down. It really was a horrible first impression, but he just wouldn't let up. Just then, Ms. Wainwright walked into her classroom, pleased to see all of her students waiting for her in an orderly and proper fashion. She greeted everyone cheerfully and looked over everyone with a smile.
"So we have a new student I see?" Ms. Wainwright announced. "Why don't you introduce yourself Mr.…?"
"Diamond. My name is James Diamond." And then he stood up and waved a few spirit fingers down his face, giving an absolutely signature smirk that couldn't be described as anything else but sexy. Towering over Logan just as he did before, Logan noticeably gasped. He covered his mouth and proceeded to sink even lower into his seat and he heard a few chuckles and whispers before putting his head down onto the desk. He had just walked into the classroom, gossiping about the guy, and then to make things worse, almost yelled at his crotch. Then he yelled at the guy himself, and all he did was worry if he was alright. Logan couldn't have felt more like a jerk any time of his life than he did now. Ms. Wainwright cleared her throat, silencing all of the students before the small event could be turned into more of an uproar.
"It's nice to have you James." She nodded her head and he sat back down.
"Meet with me after class and we'll figure out some way to get you caught up with everything. For now, take out a notebook if you have one, because we're going to take some notes." Everyone groaned. Notes from Ms. Wainwright were the absolute worst. Not only were they boring, but because they were dealing with Ms. Wainwright, she would once every so often give the whole class 'The Face'. Yes, it was those dreaded 'Kelly Wainwright' faces that the class never looked forward to and it was almost impossible to avoid them, considering the boring nature of a subject such as Economics. Even Logan, who was such a smarty, didn't seem to enjoy Economics all that much.
He felt another two taps on his shoulder. He turned around in his desk yet again, but did so quietly, since the notes and lecture were already starting.
"Could I borrow some paper?"
"Uh…Sure…" He ripped a few pieces out of his notebook.
"Oh and sorry if I offended you or anything like that…I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You looked like you were sick or something…"
"Ah…no. I'm fine."
'Do I really look sick when I'm annoyed..?' Logan thought to himself.
"So what's your name?"
"Logan. Logan Mitchell."
"James Diamond."
"So I've heard."
"Cool. Nice to meet you Logan." And then he felt a hand on his shoulder. This time it wasn't awkward, nor questioning. It wasn't to get his attention. It was just a simple, comforting, hand on his shoulder.
The lecture continued, and thankfully the class got through the period without getting too much of 'The Face'. The lights came on just as the bell rang for passing period and the whole class groaned as their senses were rudely and suddenly awakened. They stretched and blinked their eyes, giving off a show and Ms. Wainwright disapproved by shaking her head. "I'll see you all tomorrow. No homework for tonight."
The class cheered with a lazy 'yay' and everyone scurried off towards their next period. Camille approached Logan and quietly told him to hurry up as James started to approach Ms. Wainwright.
"Bye James!" She said with a slightly flirty and girly tone as she walked out the door. Logan followed suit and as he turned out the door, just about to exit the classroom, the two boys caught sight of each other, and James smiled at him, not even bothering to say bye to Camille.
"He's totally into you!"
"Camille, what the heck? I didn't even do anything. How can you already know that he's 'totally into me'?" Logan air quoted.
It was currently lunch time at Palm Woods High. Camille and Logan were having lunch at a quiet spot, a small table near a huge tree, just outside of the busy cafeteria. Today it wasn't snow storming, and the weather wasn't so frigid that you couldn't handle being outside for a while, so the two thought it would be nice to take a break from all the hustle and bustle of the cafeteria. Logan ate the rest of his warm grilled cheese sandwich, quickly replacing the space where his sandwich used to be with his scarf. Sitting comfortably on the lunch table bench, he furrowed his brow at Camille's ridiculous accusations.
"You're the one who's telling me that he clearly smiled at you just as you left Wainwright's room. He constantly needed to check if you were okay, and clearly made a point of asking you for some paper. He could've asked anyone around him, but he chose to ask you! And then he gives that comforting hand on your shoulder. And you told me it lingered just a little bit more than a usual 'comforting hand' would, right? This leads me to one conclusion." Camille proceeded to speak in her French accent, something she used regularly for emphasis and that also had the benefit of improving her dramatic acting skills. "He likes you Logan. C'est l'amour."
Logan simply rolled his eyes. He loved Camille and all, but sometimes she just tended to be a little too ridiculous. "Ok, none of that really proves anything. I could've been any other person, doesn't really matter. And besides, how could it be that he likes me? He probably doesn't even remember my name, let alone know me as a person. We don't even know his sexual orientation. But let's just not even go there. Really, Camille, You're just too much sometimes."
"Oh…Well…I know. But you have to admit, the rumors were true. He's quite the looker."
"Hmm…Well…Yes. I am gonna have to agree with that."
Camille giggled. "Oh Logan. You're so cute. He's totally gonna fall in love with you."
Logan rolled his eyes again, shaking his head in disapproval. "You're too crazy. Why am I friends with you again?"
"I believe the question is, Why aren't you fr-…no wait; that doesn't make sense."
Logan laughed at her, pushing her side, and she laughed poking back. They proceeded into a small shoving fight, laughing at each other, and enjoying each other's company.
"Having Fun?"
The two stopped their ridiculous looking fight of sorts and looked up to a familiar voice and even more familiar hair and wardrobe.
"Hi Lucy." They said in unison.
"What's up?" Lucy Stone, rocker chick of Palm Woods High, sat down next to the two good friends. She crossed her legs as she sat down, making sure to show off her nice leather combat boots.
"Oh, we're just talking about how the new kid is totally falling for Logan." Camille smiled.
"Oh...James? Well that's weird. I was ju-"
"Weird? What makes it weird? Don't think he could like me? Why? 'Cause I'm a guy? Or maybe 'cause I'm all nerdy and what not? The only thing weird here is…well…have you seen your hair lately?"
Lucy's jaw dropped slightly, and her face gave off a slightly offended look. She knew Logan was just teasing and was probably just worked up about James. She started to pet her hair and looked at it lovingly. And then she flipped it over her shoulder. "Uh. Logan. Calm Down. Ya didn't let me finish."
"Huh?"
"I was just going to say that I was just talking to James."
"O-Oh…Really?" Logan felt a bit embarrassed. He knew he was overreacting. It's not like he liked James anyway. It was Camille who was getting him all worked up about everything.
"Ooh, what did he say Lucy?" Camille jotted in.
"Well, not much, to be honest. He is a nice guy. Although he did do this weird hand thingy in front of his face when he introduced himself. I wonder if he does that a lot…"
"Probably." They stated in unison.
"Oh. Well anyway. I just wanted to be friendly, since it kinda seemed like he didn't have much of a place to go. In fact, he's in the cafeteria right now deciding what to get for lunch. I told him he could sit with us, if it's cool."
"Did you mention us?" Logan wondered aloud.
"Yeah. He said he knew you? But really didn't know who Camille was."
"Awwh. See Logan. He does remember you."
"Oh." Was all he could respond with. He was a bit flattered, to say the least.
"Hey Kendall!" Camille exclaimed.
The tall and familiar figure walked up to the group, signature plaid flannel, beanie, and tight jeans in tow. He wiggled those bushy eyebrows of his and gave a charming smile. Put it simply, Kendall Knight just had too much swag.
"What's up guys?"
He sat himself down next to Logan, just as he usually did at Lunch time, arm around his shoulders. Camille then snuggled up to Logan as well and Lucy sighed, shaking her head.
"And you guys call me weird?"
"Hey, Everyone wants a piece of good ol' Logie." Kendall smiled.
"Even if that is true, I really wish that you guys wouldn't smother me so much." Logan stated, slightly low-spirited, mostly because when the two did this they ended up suffocating him. When they heard him complain, they both moved away from Logan and sat within an appropriate distance from Logan's personal space.
"Haha, alright buddy. So what's up you guys? What's the big news of the day?"
"Logan's totally got a new lover!" Camille crowed.
"Camille! What the heck? I don't even know the guy!" Logan was starting to get flustered, and it made him wonder why.
"Come on Logan. He's so good looking. I mean so good looking. And he at least wants to make friends with you. I can tell."
"Is he really that good looking?" Kendall questioned.
"He's that good looking." Camille stated. Kendall raised an eyebrow and looked towards Logan, who simply shrugged. He then looked towards Lucy.
"He is pretty good looking." She shrugged just as Logan did.
"Well. Looks aren't everything. And as long as he doesn't hurt little Logie, then everything is good. I approve." Kendall stated smugly, nodding his head up and down, as he moved his arm around Logan's shoulders again.
"Don't worry dude. I have no intentions on hurting 'Little Logie'."
They all turned around to that tall built body and charming smile. It was as if everyone needed to soak it in; the way they all paused and the chill in the air faded; they soaked in the epicness that was James Diamond. Logan blushed and avoided James' gaze. Lucy scooted over from her place, and cleared her throat.
"James, sit here. I believe you already know Logan." She pointed to him, and he smiled awkwardly. James chuckled a bit and waved at him.
"This is Camille." Lucy pointed to her, and she smiled as he smiled back.
"I said bye to you in Wainwrights' class. Maybe you didn't hear me?"
"Oh, no I heard you. Sorry about not saying bye back. I was kind of…distracted…" James went back to smiling at Logan.
"Annnnd, I'm Kendall." Kendall stated, pulling Logan in a little closer towards him.
"Oh sorry. You're the boyfr-"
"He's not my boyfriend." Logan stated matter-of-factly. "You'll have to excuse him. He's just really protective over me. I've known him the longest out of these three goofs." He smiled at James, feeling a bit more confident, and took Kendall's arm off of his shoulders. At this, Kendall frowned, but allowed the small gesture anyway.
"Just because I'm not his boyfriend, doesn't mean I'm not gonna be just as protective." Kendall eyed James up and down as he crossed his arms.
"Haha, Hey dude, you can cool it. I already said I wouldn't hurt 'Little Logie'." James laughed as Logan blushed at the childish nickname.
"You can stop calling me that." Logan stated, glaring at him just the slightest bit.
"Awh, man. It's really cute though, little Logie." James teased again, this time reaching over to pinch Logan's cheeks. Logan winced, rubbing his cheek and everyone laughed. It was as if James could've been born in Minnesota. He fit in so well with the group, that he even surprised himself. The five continued to converse, getting to know James as best they could in the short lunch period. They tried to ask about why James had moved in the middle of the school year, but they really couldn't get much out of him without him going off on a tangent about how small and cold Minnesota was, or how intriguing the people at the school were. Despite that fact, they were quickly bonding, and the whole time, Logan couldn't help but feel that having James along with them just felt so right. It all ended too quickly though, as the bell rang, signaling all the students of Palm Woods High to get to their next period.
"Bye James!" Camille sang as she looped her arm through Lucy's.
"Bye Camille." James smiled. "Bye Logan."
Logan looked back and smiled, but he didn't say anything.
Logan quickly finished up his notes from Statistics as the bell rang, signaling the end of the last class of the day. He lingered around the notes just a little bit longer than the rest of the students. He loved math. It just intrigued him, the way it made his brain work. He stared down into the paper, starting to get lost in himself, when he was suddenly snapped out of the trance by a vibrating in his pants pocket. It was a text from Kendall.
"Still coming over today?"
"Yeah, I still am. Did you already let Katie and your Mom know that I'm coming over?" Logan texted back and a reply came back instantly.
"Nah, but they'll be cool with it. Meet me in the parking lot."
"Kk"
And with that, Logan started to pack up the rest of his things into his messenger bag. He stuffed his notebook and cellphone into it, and carried his Statistics book, instead of letting it crush the valuables inside of his bag. He walked out of the classroom, and headed towards the parking lot as Kendall had instructed him to. On the way out though, a familiar voice struck his eardrums.
"Logan!"
"Oh…hi James." He stood and waited for James to catch up, who also seemed to be heading for the parking lot. James quickened his pace, being that his last class was all the way down at the opposite end of the hallway where Logan's classroom was located.
"Hey. Where you headed?"
"Parking lot. I'm meeting Kendall there."
"Ah. I see. Will he mind if I walk you there?"
Logan chuckled. "I really doubt that he would."
"Good. But just to let you know, I would've walked you anyway."
Logan laughed again, looking up at James while they walked together. "Haha, well I guess that's good to know then?"
"I sure hope it is."
"So, I never got to say I was sorry for yelling at you this morning. I know you were just trying to see if I was ok."
"It's cool. I must've aggravated you by asking you so much. I just really needed to know if you were really ok. It's in my nature"
"Well, I guess you could say it's in my nature to be a little shy and maybe just the slightest bit pissy and anti-social around people that I don't know very well. I didn't make the greatest first impression." Logan stated, albeit not very confidently.
"I already said it's cool. And I didn't exactly make the greatest first impression either. I mean, first I took your seat, and then my crotch was all in your face…Really sorry about that by the way." James blushed and scratched the back of his head. It was embarrassing, but the fact of the matter was that it needed to be addressed.
"It's alright. It wasn't the greatest meeting, but at least this way we met?"
"Yes. I kinda feel like it was…destiny." James smiled and tapped Logan on the nose. Logan stopped walking for a bit and stared at James who continued forward.
'Ok…Either he's flirting with me. Or he's flirting with me.' Logan thought to himself.
"You coming or what?"
"Oh…shush! I thought you said you'd walk me!" Logan quickened his pace and laughed to himself, heading out of the door and into the cool air before James could retaliate. He found Kendall waiting for him near the flag pole and walked towards him.
"There you are. What took you so long? You know I still gotta pick up Katie."
"Oh yeah. Sorry dude. I totally forgot. See, I ran into James…"
"James? What did he need?"
"He just wanted to walk me here, that's all."
"And so where is he?"
"Oh he should be right behind…" Logan looked back. Nobody was there.
"Huh? That's funny. I swear he was right behind me…" Logan started to walk back towards the door.
"Sorry dude. I gotta pick up Katie. She's probably freezing her ass of right now. You can deal with your guy problems tomorrow. If I don't pick up Katie ASAP, Mom is gonna be pissed." Kendall started to drag Logan away towards his car and eventually Logan stopped putting up a fight. He did wonder a little about James, but as he strapped himself in the passenger side of Kendall's car, and the hot air blew into his face, he slowly let himself forget, pretending that it wasn't a big deal.
"You're late. Hi Logan."
"'Sup Katie?"
"Oh Nothing. You know. Just freezing my butt off. Could we get home now Kendall?"
"Whatever you say baby sister."
The rest of the ride to the Knight residence was silent, but in a comfortable manner. Perhaps it was the chill in the air that softened the sharp energy that was so characteristic of the Knight family. Or maybe it was just the fact that Logan was around and was uncharacteristically quiet. Either way, everything went without question and they arrived at the residence in no time. Katie rushed in first, shaking her head like a dog would from getting out of a bath, followed by Logan, and then Kendall who closed the garage just before heading in.
"So why are you over Logan?" Katie asked, setting her things down blatantly in the hallway, and heading straight for the kitchen.
"Kendall needed some help with math and asked me to come over." Logan started to head upstairs towards Kendall's room, intending to leave his stuff there before joining Katie in the kitchen.
"Figures. That doofus can't figure out much anything unless it has to do with hockey. Or relationships."
"Hey, I'm not a doofus!" Kendall retaliated, smacking Katie in the back of the head just as Logan came back down the stairs.
"Uh…Ouch!"
"Kendall, don't smack your sister."
"She's asking for it!"
Logan just swayed his head back and forth, and laughed. "You know she's totally gonna get you back later."
"Psh. She can try as hard as she wants. I'm not gonna let that happen." Kendall stated smugly.
"Oh, you just wait big brother. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. You never know when it will come. But it's coming." Katie whispered eerily, giving that creepy effect. She then took her sandwich and her belongings up to her room.
Kendall shivered. "I swear, that kid…"
Logan laughed heartily. He loved hanging out with the Knights. He felt more at home at the Knight residence than he ever did with his own mother. It wasn't that he didn't love his mother, nor was it that she didn't love him. He would always be her 'Little Hortense'. (From which Kendall derived his nickname for Logan, 'Little Logan') It was just that being a single mom, like Jennifer Knight, Joanna Mitchell was often too busy to be able to spend any quality time with him. Perhaps it was because Kendall and Logan's situations were similar, in that they both had single moms, made them get along so well when Logan moved to Minnesota in the third grade. Or perhaps it was just because of Logan's sensitive and Kendall's protective nature that just meshed so well together when they met. Whatever the case, they were the best of friends now, and couldn't be separated. Not for the past ten years, and definitely not now.
The two boys headed up to Kendall's bedroom after finishing their snack and hit the books right away, to Kendall's dismay. Although Kendall had asked Logan over to help him with his homework, he wasn't exactly ready to buckle down and study. He wasn't a math whiz, and was currently taking Algebra 2 for the second year in a row. Algebra just aggravated him in a way that nothing else could.
"Kendall, you really have to focus."
Kendall rolled onto his back where he lay on the floor. He let Logan sit comfortably on the bed, while he used the floor space for his Algebra book, notes, and work sheets. "You're really expecting me to focus more than I already am? Logan we've been at this for-"
"Only twenty minutes."
"That's a whole twenty minutes!"
"Kendall! No wonder this Algebra is kicking your butt."
"It's not kicking my butt. I'm putting up a good fight."
"Not much of one, I have to say."
"Anyway, twenty minutes is a lot of time if you think about it. Don't people say that you need to take regular breaks to study effectively? So let's take a break. Come on Logan."
Logan squinted his eyes and scratched the back of his head. It was true. If your heart wasn't in studying, it was better to take a break and wait for later. For the sake of Kendall, and the sake of his own sanity away from Kendall's complaints, he allowed themselves a little break. "Fine. Whatever."
"Yes!"
"You shouldn't be so happy about this."
"Don't worry, don't worry. I promise I'll go back to focusing after a few minutes."
Kendall lifted himself off of the ground and onto the bed next to where Logan was sitting. They sat in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes.
"Had enough of a break yet?"
"No." Kendall wrapped Logan in his arms. "So buddy…"
Logan sighed. It was another one of Kendall's buddy talks. Kendall would wrap Logan in his arms and hold him, chin to his head, and try to talk to Logan about his problems, just to keep in check. Ever since they were little, it was apparent to Kendall that Logan was very sensitive, and so Kendall took it upon himself to check in with him every so often and see if he was alright. Logan didn't usually like these talks, because he felt like he was bearing a little bit too much for Kendall to see, but he knew that the blonde was doing it in his best interest.
"…what do you really think of James?" Kendall asked.
"James? Oh…well…I don't really know? What do you think of him?"
"Well. I guess he seems like an 'OK' guy. I don't know him all that well."
"Yeah. He is really nice. Pretty cute too, in all honesty."
"Is it true that you like him?"
Logan looked up to Kendall with a glare. "Really, Kendall? I only know him just as much as you do. It's way too early to be saying that 'I like him'."
"I just wanna make sure you don't get hurt you know? Yes, it's like you said, I don't know the guy, but it's kinda obvious that you two are attracted to each other. If the dude ends up bad, you know that's gonna be no good for you."
Logan broke away from Kendall's embrace and smiled at him. He really was a good friend. "Kendall, really. Don't' worry. I'll be careful. We don't even know if anything is gonna happen yet. Let's just wait it out. And if he does end up to be a jerk…You can just kick his ass for me, right?"
Kendall laughed and punched Logan's shoulder. "Haha, you know I'd do anything for you."
"Hey! You guys want pizza or what? Mom's been calling you down for the past ten minutes already!"
"We're coming Katie!" Kendall called after her, slightly annoyed at the sudden disturbance. He hopped off the bed, slightly rushing before Logan could remember that he hadn't even finished his math homework yet.
After dinner, Logan and Kendall finally managed to get their homework done. Or rather, Logan finally got Kendall to finish his homework. He started to gather all of his things into his messenger bag, and headed downstairs to wait for Kendall who was going to drive him home.
"Thanks for having me over Mama Knight." Logan politely said to Jennifer Knight, who was doing some cleaning downstairs. The stress of balancing being a mom and working to provide for her family could be seen clearly on her face. She smiled at Logan as she sent him off.
"Oh, It's no problem dear. Say hi to Joanna for me."
"I will, if I catch her."
"Hey, you ready?" Kendall appeared from behind Logan, all bundled up and ready to drive Logan home.
"Yeah. Goodbye Mama Knight!" Logan called as he walked out of the door with Kendall on his toes.
The ride home was short and comfortable. They were in Logan's driveway within fifteen minutes. There was no other car in the driveway, so it was assumed that Logan's mom was working late, yet again.
"I could stay for a little bit if you want me to." Kendall offered, sensing Logan's fall in spirit.
"Nah, it's fine. Thanks though. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. See you tomorrow buddy."
Logan got his bag and book and walked up the driveway towards the front door of his house. As soon as he unlocked the front door, he flicked the front porch lights on and off, letting Kendall know that he was inside and safe. Kendall pulled out of the driveway and honked a few times to let Logan know that he was leaving. Logan smiled as he locked the door. He left his bag and book at the door and headed up to his room.
The house was empty as usual, and he left a few lights on for his mom, for whenever she got home. It seemed to be that going through the day without seeing her was becoming a ritual. He'd leave for school before she woke up and she wouldn't get home until he was already fast asleep. It wasn't the ideal set up, but there wasn't much else they could do about it.
Logan fell onto his bed, suddenly feeling very exhausted. He pondered the day's events. Things felt pretty typical. Crazy Camille, always cool Lucy, and his best buddy Kendall. Things felt typical, but right. The only thing that he felt kind of lost about was James. Sure, he only just met the guy, but there was something about him that caught his eye.
"I wonder where he went today…" Logan said to himself. He closed his eyes, slowly drifting off into sleep.