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Logan P.O.V.

The cheers in the cold frigid stadium roared in applause for the home team as they take the final point.

"THE GOPHERS WIN!" The announcer excitedly yells from the box above everyone.

I was so proud of Kendall. This was the final game of the season and they had won! I noticed Kendall skating to the side of the rink and I rush down the stairs to meet him.

"Hey baby," he greeted as he kissed me. Even though it was cold, he was covered in sweat, and it made his lips have a salty taste.

"Hey, great job!" I said, giving him a kiss back.

"Let me go change, then we can go back to my place," he said, getting ready to leave.

I stop him, asking, "Don't you want to go to the team party?"

"Nah, they all become drunken idiots, get into fights, and then the cops get called. Doesn't sound like fun. Especially when I can spend the night with you!" He said, trying to look seductive.

"Well, okay, I'll wait out in the car." I watched him go into the large tunnel, leading to the odorous locker room.

I slowly packed up my things. After that, I sat on the bench, playing Candy Crush on my phone. The crowd was terrible, and I didn't want to fight through them. They were screaming, fighting, and clogging the exits. After about fifteen minutes, there were few people left and I saw the opportunity to slip out. From there it was just a matter of finding my car.

I walked through the dark parking lot that was only lit by dim street lights. The cold breeze made the early November air feel even more bone-chilling. I felt like I was in a horror movie. As though any second, I would be attacked by some murder, masked in another humans skin.

Finally, I found my car. It was a little, blue, Volkswagen. I loved this thing, but it looked like an ant, compared to the large vehicles the other visitors owned.

Finally, Kendall came running out and jumped in, throwing his bag into the back seat. "Hey, ready to go?" I asked.

"Yea, but Carlos really wants us to come to the team party," he said, biting his lip nervously.

"Oh! Okay, well, I can talk to James, I guess." I said, trailing off.

"Yea, as long as he and Carlos aren't making out in a corner."

"Okay, let's go," I said, giving in to his desire for a night with his teammates. I guess I understand. Those of us in my medical tech. class can really party down in class.

The house wasn't hard to find, being it was Jet's and I had been there many a time, with Jo. Even though he wasn't on the team, he thought that he should throw the party since his husband's the captain.

As soon as we walked in, the smell of Alcohol flooded my senses. Just the intense smell was enough to have me puking. We noticed that, as predicted, Carlos and James were eating each others faces, but I guess it's expected. They'd only been together for a month. They still had that dreamy phase.

I looked around the musky living room. It was festooned with the team colors, black and gold. I heard some of our old Big Time Rush songs playing on the large stereo.

"Want to dance?" Kendall asked as he held out his hand.

I took ahold of the outstretched hand and he led us both out to the dance floor. Kendall gave a signal to the man running the music, and it changed to a slower song, but I didn't recognize it.

"Hope you like this one," he said to me.

We changed positions to slow dance style moves. It was some random song that was rather slow and very pretty. We danced around the floor, fluidly and he led me to James when the song ended. I felt like I was in a movie. Hm, second time tonight, but I like this feeling better.

Kendall was soon pulled off to do some drinking game with his teammates. Normally I would be really upset, but tonight was a celebration with his friends.

I looked at my watch and noticed it was already two in the morning. I tried to gather our coats and I found Kendall in a hallway, cheering on one of the players that was rapidly drinking what smelled like whiskey.

"Come on Kendall, we have to go now," I said pulling him off.

Everyone cheered as the man finished whatever god-awful smelling drink he was consuming.

"Oh, now stop, Logie. Don't be a party pooper. Just one more," he said as he stumbled over to the operator of the device, asking for a turn.

"NO, KENDALL. LET'S GO!" I yelled and somehow pulled him to the car.

I opened the door and stuffed him in the backseat. There was no way I was going to deal with that stench. Getting him to the car with that smell was enough. If only I could have tapped his mouth shut. He kept telling me how he was going to use me, and how much he loved me. We haven't even had sex yet, but this drunken Kendall seems thinks he can have our first time now.

When we arrived at his apartment I decided that I should stay, rather than let a drunk man try to survive a night alone. I helped him into the apartment and turned on the lights. My jaw dropped as soon as I saw what was planned for tonight. He had the small apartment decorated, so romantically. He had hearts covering the walls, a fancy dinner set, and a movie ready for later. Now I know why he wouldn't let me in today. All of the surprise went to waste.

I put him on the couch and drew him a bath. By the time I had finished, he was asleep. I decided to wake him up, rather than let him smell so revolting all night. I started to undress him, but he slapped my hand and gave the most adorable angry face ever.

"Privacy please," he said and walked into the bathroom.

It surprised me. The boy who was trying to get into my pants twenty minutes ago, won't let me help him bathe.

I heard his belt

After he finished, I set him in his bed and laid beside him all night, except for when I was holding his head out of the toilet. The night would be so romantic, if I hadn't of let him go to that party. He's lucky I love him.