Ok so, I'm going over some choice episodes of season 2, picking out the biggest moments of James/Logan UST, and manipulating them into a slow-developing story of two idiots who don't realise that they are falling in love. Mostly it focuses on James' side of things. This one takes place directly after 2x03, Big Time Girlfriend, with cameos by lost!Kendal and savvy!Katie. Warning: contains references to specific jokes and events featured in this episode, so if you haven't seen it, you might get lost. (Suffice to say, it's the one where James and Camille kiss, and Logan sort-of-not-really breaks up with Camille). Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, wish I did.

"Come on. You know you want to."

"No, I really don't."

"Just get it over with!"

"James, I'm not breaking your lucky comb. You fell into a black hole of depression the last time you lost it, and I'm not dealing with Gustavo's wrath if you can't sing for a month. Besides I already forgave you, remember? Spitball fight? Dramatic reconciliation? It only happened this morning, your memory can't be that tragic."

"Yeah, that was before I found out that you broke up with Camille! Seriously, what gives?"

Kendall, who was rifling through the kitchen cupboards in search of chips and mostly ignoring his friends' latest catfight, popped up in alarm. "What? You and Camille broke up? Since when?"

James and Logan glanced at him. Logan was sprawled across the sofa with his legs stretched out. James was straddling Logan's legs, leaning far into his personal space, and his Face was wearing an expression that was part guilty, part annoyed, and all confused. He held his lucky comb aloft like a weapon.

"Well?" Kendall prompted, when both failed to respond.

They exchanged an awkward glance. "It's . . . kind of a long story," Logan said. "Some things happened, and I decided there use clinging to a relationship that would only come to a brutal end sooner or later."

"Dude, harsh." Kendall squinted at them. "So why is James grovelling?"

"James here was the catalyst for my epiphany."

James scowled and sat back on Logan's legs, making squeak in pain. "Don't call me words that I don't understand!"

"Fine. James was the idiot who made me realise that first relationships don't last."

"That's bet- hey!"

Logan sighed. "But it wasn't just him. Camille admitted that it was a mutual thing, and she was sorry, but. It still hurt. So, I broke up with her. Don't worry, we're still friends and I'm persevering though the heartache in a brave and manly fashion."

Kendall blinked. "I still have no idea what's going on."

"Oh, forget it. And you get off my legs!"

James didn't budge. "If you want to punish someone, punish me," he insisted. "It's not Camille's fault I'm so irresistible."

Logan spread his arms, exasperated. "What do you want me to do?"

The comb was shoved back in his face. "First, break my lucky comb, and get all this nasty vengeance stuff off your chest. Then you and Camille can get back together, and the world will be realigned. Everyone wins."

"It's not that simple, James."

"Why NOT?"

(As Kendall watched the scenario unfold, leaning on the counter with his newly found bag of Doritos, Katie wandered over and hopped up beside him. He tipped the bag towards her. "I feel so out of the loop," he complained.

Katie popped a chip into her mouth. "That's not surprising. You've been busy with your own drama and haven't been paying attention to all the quirky subplots."

"Fill me in?" he pleaded.

"Later," she promised. "Right now I want to listen.")

James was still frowning in confusion. "I don't get it. Why did you break up with Camille, but still want to be friends with me?"

Logan shrugged. "Well I can't exactly get rid of you, can I? We live in the same apartment."

"Yeah, but . . . I still don't get it. Why choose me over her?"

"I didn't choose you over her, I just . . ." Logan waved his hands around helplessly, as if trying to catch words out of the air to explain himself with. He finally settled on, "James, you made a bad decision. But I . . . we all make those, all the time. And I told myself years ago that I'd never lose a best friend – any of them – over a bad decision." He rubbed the back of his neck, uncomfortable as always when admitting he had real feelings for someone. But he caught James' eye, and held it to make the point perfectly clear. "Look . . . you and Camille are my best friends, and this way, I don't have to lose either of you. You're really important to me." He flushed. "I mean, you both are."

(Over by the counter, Kendall made a face. "And what am I, chopped liver?"

"Shh!" Katie hissed.)

James' face had always been expressive, and right now, he was wearing an expression of wide-eyed shock, as if Logan had just tripped him over. And it was difficult to tell under the tan, but for some reason, he looked a bit pink. "Really?"

Logan grinned crookedly and shrugged one shoulder. "What can I say, I'm selfish like that."

James smiled, gratified and oddly shy. Kendall hadn't seen him smile like that since the three of them went to his house and personally begged Mrs Diamond to let her son join the hockey team. He cleared his throat. "So you're definitely not mad?"

Logan groaned and let his head fall back. "I'm definitely not mad," he enunciated. "What, you want it in writing? Engraved on a plaque?"

James laughed, high-pitched and genuine, and poked him in the forehead with his comb. "Tattoo it right here, so I'll never forget."

"Please, you spend way more time looking in the mirror than you do at me. I'll put it on your forehead."

"Get a tattoo, and maybe I'll look at you more often," James teased.

"Never."

"You say that now, but just wait till the day when I get you drunk."

"I repeat: NEVER. Now get the heck off my legs, before they fall off."

"Whatever, you big baby." He sat up, shoved Logan's legs off the sofa and threw himself down beside him. They grinned at each other for a long moment, realised it was getting awkward, then quickly turned away to pick up their book and mirror respectfully. Crisis had been averted, and the world was realigned.

Which, of course, meant . . .

"Are you still reading about that stupid planet?"

"Venus isn't stupid! You're stupid."

"Your face is stupid."

"Your hair is stupid."

James gave a tiny scream of horror. "You take that back!"

Back on the counter, Kendall snorted at his friends' antics. But Katie was enraptured. "Woah," she breathed. "Did you see that?"

"See what?"

"That moment, right there! I totally did not see that one coming." She shook her head in wonderment. "Everything's changed now."

Kendall stared at her, and then at two of his best friends, sitting closely together on the sofa and shoving each other around. It would probably degenerate into a wrestling match in about ten seconds. As far as he could tell, nothing had changed at all. "I don't get it," he said blankly.

His sister patted him on the head, the same way one might pet a particularly dense Golden Retriever. Which was totally unfair; he was almost as smart as her. "Don't worry about it. It takes time and experience to see these things."

"Right." Kendall shoved an entire handful of chips in his mouth. "Whatever, baby sister."

Sometimes his life made no sense at all.

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