Author's note: Sorry i didnt finish my other one, this one, I'll finish it, its better. and I know that Logan doesn't have a sister or a brother. This is a crossover. And I made some stuff/people up. If you don't like imagination, then don't read it. I was trying to make it different from every generic, Logan has a horrible life, oh Kendall I love you, Logan I love you too, and then his life is better fanfic. I mean, this is like that generally, but I made it more interesting by using my imagination to add some things, okay? Kogan forever! (:
"I met a girl, in east L.A!" Logan sung out. "In floral shorts, as sweet as May!" It was one of Logan Mitchell's favorite songs, Americano by Lady Gaga. His best friend Kendall laughed.
"Don't you try to catch me, down down down!" Kendall continued. They themselves could only hear the music as they walked up to the corner store, because they were sharing ear buds that came off of Kendall's iPod. As the songs changed Logan would try to have some fun for once by skipping across the street and impersonating Lady Gaga's deep voiced background singer.
"Bump bad um, Gaga, Bump bad up, Gagaaa" They giggled and walked into the store.
"Hey Jenny" Kendall said to the woman working the store, still listening to Lady Gaga's new CD that he had burned into his iPod freshly this morning.
"Hey Kendall," Jenny shouted back.
"Are you sure that you should be taking me here…?" Logan looked at Kendall.
"What, your dad isn't home, and im just walking you up to the corner store to get something to drink and eat. So what if he said you can't go out while he and your brother are out, you can't expect a kid to always listen!" Kendall took a breath after the long run. Logan's father and brother were going to the movies, with out him. And his sister was at her friend Tori's house.
"Still… You always listen to my dad…" Logan said with a little puppy dog face.
"Well, were already here, so just grab something and we'll get you back before anyone comes back. He said around 4:00 right? Well its only 3:16." Kendall pointed out.
"Yeah…"
Kendall walked towards the coolers pulling the other ear bud (which is now playing Hair by Lady Gaga) out of Logan's ear, and Logan walked up the isle with all the alcohol in it and looked at the miniature wine bottles. He grabbed one up and kept walking. Kendall grabbed a diet cherry Pepsi and a Hershey chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwich. Logan passed back by Kendall.
"Wine…Logan you're underage…and they I.D." Kendall scolded.
"I…um…" He looked around and slipped it under his jacket. "I have no wine!" He laughed.
"Logan. Come on, give it up." Kendall looked at him.
Logan handed it to Kendall and went to the back of the store and grabbed an orange G2. When he strutted back up to the front of the store (grabbing a small bag of kettle cooked chips on his way up) Kendall was leaned against the cooler and waiting for Logan. They wrote all of their items up on Mrs. Knight's tab.
It was the summer in between their sophomore and junior years in high school, and they were back in their houses for the summer. (During the school year, the high school is boarding school like, and Kendall, Carlos, James and Logan all live in dorm rooms.) But the summer was almost over. It was a warm day in Minnesota.
Kendall looked at Logan while they crossed back over the crosswalk. "Logan, its actually a warm day for once in cold ass Minnesota, You could at least take off your jacket."
Logan looked at the ground. "Nah, Im fine," he mumbled. As they were walking back, Logan's dad's car drove up the street in the direction of Logan's driveway and pulled in. Kendall looked at Logan with a sad face.
"Ah, shit." Logan looked around. "I got to go get yelled at and maybe- never mind…" He said with a sarcastic tone (that quickly dragged into a mumble) and a line on his mouth.
Kendall gave Logan a friendly hug and ran off.
"I love you!" Kendall said. He ran for a second. "Not in a homo way," He laughed and kept on going.
"You…too…" Logan whispered. "In a homo way…" he said so quiet that Kendall, who was now all the way at the corner, couldn't hear. Those words, 'not in a homo way,' he quoted in his head, hurt. Because not only did he know what he had coming to him from his father when he came home, which could be a drastic beating, but also the boy he loved since 3rd grade wont ever love him back. Or so he thought.
And this is their story.