A/N: This is my first fic so be nice? I'd appreciate any reviews. And try not to hate Kendall. And the rating is T, but it might go up.

Chapter one

Logan's POV

I hadn't wanted to go. But Camille and Carlos, my only friends since Kendall and his band of pets had turned on me, had begged me to. Well, even if I had said no to their begging, they would have dragged me here anyways.

"Come on Logan, what could be better than a last day of the summer party at the richest person in the city's house?" Carlos asked, trying to lighting the mood. It didn't work.

"Yes, I'd like nothing more to party until dawn and get wasted. And we'd all have major hangover on our first day in high school. Sure," I snapped. "And I'm probably going to see Kendall here too."

"Logan, you have to forget about Kendall someday, and the sooner the better," Camille said, trying to reason. She rang the doorbell.

"That'll never happen. He keeps beating me up right when I think he's done." The door swung open and the person who opened the door must've walked away because nobody was there. We walked in. I immediately spotted Kendall and I turned, trying to go unnoticed.

I knew I was seen when Camille muttered, "Uh oh." I turned to see Kendall gesturing towards us with the hand his drink was in. He was walking over to us. I groaned

Before the blond could speak, Camille walked up to him and slapped him across the face. I knew he was in pain even before he cried out. I learned the hard way- when Camille slaps you, it hurts like hell. "OW! What the hell, Camille!" Kendall shouted. Carlos was trying not to chuckle, but I was boldly expressing my amusement.

"You think it's funny, don't you fag?" the blond boy snapped, taking a few steps closer to me. "If you want, I could show you what true humor is." He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt so our faces were almost touching. I was thrown backwards into a group of drunks, and I spilled some of their drinks. They looked pretty pissed, but I was able to avoid conflict.

But what really confused me was the look in the blond boy's eyes as he threw me back. I could have sworn he mouthed the words I'm so sorry, Logan, right before it happened.

I was soon in Carlos's arms. He was making a big deal of this, squealing, "Oh my god Logie are you ok?" every four seconds.

"I'm perfectly fine Carlos."

Camille walked up to us. She put a hand on my back and calmly, yet proudly, announced, "I kicked his ass for you." I slightly smiled and thanked Camille.

We walked over close to the couch Kendall and our former best friend, James was. Kendall's leg was propped up with a pillow, so I'm guessing Camille did something to his leg. I snickered. I was about to come up with some witty comment and share it with Camille and Carlos, when I heard Mercedes Griffin, the richest girl in Minnesota, and the host of this party make an announcement.

"It's time for you guys to sing! Put a slip of paper with the name of someone at this party in the box over there," she started, pointing to a table with a box with a slit that a small slip of paper would fit in, "and we will draw two names to come up and sing a duet of one of my favorite songs of all time, Till' I Forget About You."

Kendall's POV

Right after Mercedes made that announcement about singing the duet, people were all over the table. Perhaps some were writing their own names, or the names of their lovers, or the names of friends that had no singing ability whatsoever that they wanted to embarrass. I had James get me two slips for myself after he wrote his own names. I was sure I was the only person he wrote the name of, and I chuckled at the thought.

He came back with the two slips I requested. On one I quickly scribbled James Diamond. I didn't know if he was a singer or not, and I wanted to find out. The next one, I wrote more carefully Logan Mitchell. I gave it to James and he left to put it in the box.

I thought about when we were all young, and all of us were best friends. Of course I'm referring to myself, James, Logan, and even Carlos. Logan would come to my house, or I'd go to his, every evening at around six, and we would sing together. Sometimes we'd sing our favorite songs; other times we'd sing songs we wrote on our own. It was awesome, and Logan truly had a beautiful voice.

After a few minutes and the crowd died down, Mercedes retrieved the box. I anxiously waited to see who would be singing. The blonde girl reached into the box and pulled out a slip. "Logan Mitchell!"

Logan groaned; I could hear from all the way across the room, but he reluctantly went up there and was handed a microphone. "Okay, Logan, let's find out who you're singing with."

The blonde girl kept fiddling with the slips, picking one out, and putting it back in. It was really boring. A few people shouted things like, "Hurry it up!" but Mercedes didn't listen, instead giving them death glares.

"Mercedes. Let's go. What does that slip say," Logan snapped impatiently. She unfolded the slip she was just about to put away. "Who is it?"

If it had been any other slip, I'd have been fine. But no. It had to be the one person I didn't want on the stage tonight. "Logan, you'll be singing with Kendall Knight tonight."

Okay! So Logan and Kendall are going to be singing Till I Forget About You together! What's gonna happen? Review if you want me to continue, or if you want to give constructive criticism (don't worry, I won't be offended unless you get mean xD). But I think I'll continue even if I'm told I'm terrible.