Title: stalk·er
Warnings: pedophilia, hurt!Logie, scary creepy dude, warnings WILL change.
Summary: Logan's smart; he knows the definition and all the stats of a stalker but for some odd reason he can't bring himself to believe he might have one.
Authors Notes: So…New story! You're probably going to hate on me for not updating my other ones fast enough but—This one is worth it. I swear! So anyway! READ ON!
stalk·er/ˈstôkər/Noun -A person who stealthily hunts or pursues an animal or another person. -A person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention.
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Logan wasn't one to take things too seriously, he really wasn't. Or, I mean sometimes he did but in his case that was perfectly reasonable; his friends were idiots. But being where he was in, Roque records, reading what the letter he had in his hands the only reaction he had was that of fear. He's never read a letter like this; usually they sort through the fan-mail first too. Logan can't even comprehend how it got into his hands in the first place; one second he's reading about how much some girl, Caitlyn, loves him the next he's reading this. He looked around at the guys; he only saw happy faces, they weren't even paying attention to him.
He slowly got up from where he was sitting, carful not to disturb his friends in their reading, and walked towards the bathroom letter still clutching the vile letter. At first he only wanted to splash some water on his face but apparently his weak stomach wanted something completely different.
Logan hurried himself to one of the two stalls got down onto his knees, and emptied his lunch into the porcelain bowl; coughing and spitting up chunks of his earlier ingested Subway sandwich. While Logan was busy alleviating his stomach of the pain and sickness that came along with the letter, his friends came in; seriously concerned.
One of his friends touched his shoulder; he immediately tensed and scooted away; not knowing who it was yet.
Finally looking up, and wiping forced tears from his eyes he saw his friends. "J-James? Guys?" He was confused; why did they follow him? He was sure he was quiet and pretty positive they couldn't read minds.
"Carlos saw you come in here." Kendall explained.
Logan, not sure what else to say only replied with an, "O-oh. Okay."
Carlos stepped forward from behind Kendall so he could get a good look at his friend, Logan looked terrible; he looked really tired, his eyes were wet and there was still puke in the toilet. "Are you?"
Logan looked up at his friend in confusion. "Am I what?"
The Latino rolled his eyes. "Are you okay?" All of his friend's attention was on him now; Logan couldn't lie. He hated doing that to his friends, so instead he shook his head and held up the tightly clutched piece of paper. Each boy hesitated unsure of what Logan was trying to say; suddenly Kendall yanked it from his small friends grasp.
"Dear Logan…" He read aloud.
"I know you don't know me but…I feel like I know you. Please, I don't mean to sound creepy but you're the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on. I wish I could have you all to my own. You're incredible at everything you attempt. You're smart, strong minded and extremely talented. Please don't think wrong of me but, I wish I could take your clothes off and-" Kendall suddenly stopped; looking at Logan with fearful eyes but continued to read on for himself.
"W-we should tell someone." He finally said; eyes still on the paper.
"What do you mean? What else does it say?" Carlos asked, reaching for the letter.
Kendall held it out of Carlos' reach and shoved him back. "Nothing!" The blonde immediately regretted the action when he saw the hurt spread across his shorter friend's features. "I mean—Carlos. It's bad, I don't think you should read it. Okay?"
Carlos nodded; a little hesitant. "Okay."
James didn't seem to have the same reaction when he snatched the crumpled letter from Kendall's hand and started reading. "…Logan… W-who? Gross." James let go of the letter; letting it fall to the tile below him. "James-!" Kendall yelled; reaching for the paper.
"This could be like…Evidence." James rolled his eyes then looked to Logan again, who was still settled on the bathroom floor. "You need a shower, not just any shower but like, a magic one; one that can make you pretty again-Not that you were before or anything."
Carlos and Kendall laughed while Logan just sat there staring, dumbfounded. "Okay. Get up. And flush that, it's freakin' disgusting!" Kendall ordered with a pull to Logan's hand.
"How about we go home, play some video games or…I guess maybe you can read or something-
"Wait. What about the letter?" Carlos, suddenly very interested, asked. James turned to him.
"What about it?"
Carlos looked shocked, like James had just told him that corn dogs never existed and this whole time he was eating foam. "What if this…Creep, comes—for Logan or something?"
A look of shear panic settled on the three boys faces as the idea plummeted into their wandering minds. Logan was the one to calm their panic. "Carlos, these things happen all the time to people in the public eye. Rarely do these people take action and actually go after their…target—Love interest…thing."
Kendall, mind still reeling at the idea Carlos planted wasn't sure. "And by rare you mean-?"
"Almost never Kendall. Seriously, I just…Over reacted. And I think there was something in my sandwich it tasted considerably gross."
Carlos looked at him strangely. "Was that before or after it was thrown up?" The Latino beamed at his witty joke.
Logan started at the boy for a moment deciding whether or not he wanted to hit him. "Oh. Ha-freakin'-ha Carlos. You're hilarious. "
"I know." A slap to the helmet from Logan, told Carlos it was time to end the conversation.
"You're mean Logan." He pouted.
"And you're stupid." Logan flashed his friend a grin before walking out of the bathroom.
Short yes but, okay. Not bad right? Well…Not yet at least. This is not even—Like I can't even begin to explain how creepy this is going to be. It'll be awesome though I promise. Review plz!