"Look, all I'm saying is, why don't you date guys that you actually have stuff in common with?" Logan asked his tall blonde flatmate as they carried shopping bags up to the second floor of their apartment block. "What about that musician that lives on the fourth floor?"

"The guy with the mullet? Are you crazy?" Kendall asked dropping the bags on the ground in front of their flat while he tried to find his key. "I wasn't even born in the 80s and I think he's still living in them".

"Fine. But you know what I mean. Date someone who shares similar interests…" Logan spoke but Kendall was preoccupied by the amount of card boxes that were taking up the apartment opposite them. It had been empty for a couple of weeks but now the door was wide open, with pop music blaring from inside.

"Newbies." Logan said just before a young Latino man walked to the door, a plant pot in his hands.

"Hey there!" The man smiled widely, resting the plant on the floor. "I'm Carlos, you must be our neighbours." He extended a hand.

"I'm Logan" The brunette smiled back, shaking his hand. "And this is Kendall. Nice to meet you, man". The blonde followed suit.

"Great to meet you too." Carlos grinned. "Hey, we're having a new house party later on tonight. You're more than welcome to come over, bring your girlfriends, boyfriends, whatever. It'd be great to be friends."

"Thanks. Yeah, for sure. Did you say 'we'?" Logan asked curiously.

"Yeah, my flatmate James is just driving the rest of his stuff over. I'm pretty sure we have too much already…" Carlos laughed, looking at the boxes in the hallway. "But he's a hoarder."

"Where have you guys come from?" Kendall asked out of interest.

"We're both from San Diego but LA's just a great place." Carlos told him.

"Awesome. Well, we'll let you get on." Kendall smiled and his eye was caught by a baby grow that rested on the edge of one of the boxes. Did they have kids? Oh god, Kendall thought. The last thing he wanted was neighbours with loads of noisy kids running around.

"Sure. Catch you later!" The Latino grinned once again as the two of them paced into their apartment.

Logan and Kendall couldn't have been any more different really but they had been best friends since they'd met in pre-school. Logan was rational and wanted the entire apartment to be cleanly and tidy at all times whilst Kendall was the messiest person in the world. The two of them constantly argued but they never fell out. Logan's long-time girlfriend Camille came over a lot and definitely kept the 20 year olds in order. She was an aspiring actress and it showed. She was flamboyant but honestly one of Kendall's best friends too. The three of them were in it together.

"He seemed nice." Logan said as they started to pack the food away in the kitchen. "And he's a musician…I saw a keyboard case amongst all that mess."

Kendall hadn't even noticed; he'd been too pre-occupied by the thought of babies crying at all hours of the night when he would want to sleep. "Why don't you put on your best outfit tonight and try to work him out?" Logan smirked.

"For that comment, you can put the rest of the shopping away by yourself" Kendall smirked right back but threw the box of oranges he was holding down and sauntered across the living room and down the corridor to his bedroom. The blonde's guitars were lined up next to each other but he grabbed the one closest to him, an acoustic and laid down on his bed.

He strummed away, thinking about Logan's comments. Maybe he was dating the wrong type of guys. The last man he'd dated had been a twenty seven year old accountant and they had had nothing in common at all. God, the guy didn't even know who Incubus was. It would never have worked. Ok, maybe someone more like him but the Latino wasn't really his type and he didn't even know if he was gay. No. Finding someone wasn't his main purpose in life. He didn't need anybody.

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When James finally arrived back to his new apartment, the door was wide open but there were only a couple of boxes left outside compared to how many there were earlier. The tall brunette paced in carrying his painting easel and left it by the door as he looked up to see Carlos standing over a punch bowl. The smaller guy was only in sweats and had fruit and alcohol all over the place.

"We're having a party tonight!" Carlos grinned. "I've invited everyone including our new neighbours across the hall".

"Oh, you met them?" James asked, taking a seat at the island table and grabbing an orange.

"Yeah, yeah. Two guys, they seem nice. I don't think they're together though. But one of them was just your type." Carlos raised an eyebrow and James has seen that look too many times from his best friend. Truthfully though, he really didn't need to be crushing over anyone. He had so much to do.

"I don't have a type!" The brunette sighed as he peeled the fruit, ignoring his friend's eye.

"Yes, you do. You definitely do. You like blonds, skinny blonds." Carlos told him, grabbing the orange he needed out of the man's hand.

"I don't have a type." James said again but he did have a particular liking for blond guys, it had to be said.

Carlos stopped laughing, his expression suddenly quieter. "Did you see Lindsey and the girls? How are they?"

James grimaced. He'd been going to his sister's house nearly every day for the past four months to check she was eating properly and looking after herself and his nieces. Ever since his brother-in-law had been in a car crash and had passed away. Lindsey had lost her love, the girls had lost their father and James had lost one of his best friends. James had been best man at their wedding; he'd watched the pair of them when they were children and when they had had children of their own. But now, his older sister was a ghost and he tried to do as much as he could, having the girls over a lot and taking care of them but there was so much pain hanging over them. He'd promised as soon as he and Carlos had gotten settled in their new place, things would go back to normal and James would help out just the same. Ever since James and Lindsey's parents had divorced when they were kids, the two Diamond kids had always stuck together.

"Same as usual. The girls are coming over tomorrow if that's all good?" James asked. Carlos always told him he didn't need to ask. He loved those little kids and his heart went out for them.

"Of course." Carlos tried to smile. "Why don't you go put the rest of your stuff away and come be my guinea pig for this punch. I think you're gonna love it".