James smiled as he moved to help the little girl off of the ladder, smiling even wider when she giggled and jumped into his arms.

"Thank you, Mr. James!" Presley squealed before running off to join her friends in the reading circle. James called back a simple reply before looking up at the walls. The young girl had just put up her very own family tree, the last to be taped to the wall. He smiled as he read her messy writing, looked over the pictures on her poster. His smile faltered, just barely, as he saw the picture next to Presley's own. LOGAN was scrawled above the picture. James could swear he had seen that boy before. Seen the smirk he was giving, that perfectly styled brown hair… But no, he'd never met the boy in his life. That was silly. He looked back at the girl who put the poster up. She had the same hair colour as his and the same dimples. He shook his head and walked to his seat at the reading circle. He didn't have time to ponder about one of his student's brothers. Yeah, the life of a kindergarten teacher was pretty hard.

Lights. Camera. Action. Logan smiled before walking on set and spewing his lines perfectly. He didn't even think of what he was saying or doing. Just did what he was told. In this business, it's what had to be done. Suddenly, a scantily clad woman approached him. This is where it got a little tougher. He wasn't gay, no, but Logan definitely preferred the company of men. Logan smirked at her anyways as she strutted to a stop in front of him. Introductions. Next thing he knew, they were on a couch. Then, she was stripping. It was his turn next. Yeah, the life of a porn star was pretty hard.

The school bell rang and James sighed with relief. Yes, he loved teaching and yes, his students were amazing (most of the time) but it was a Friday, which meant that his usual half-day class ran for a full day and he really was just exhausted. He smiled at all of the parents coming in to pick up their children, exchanged pleasantries as the class emptied out until there was only one child left, waiting for the late picker-upper.

"Mr. James! My brother is late because he's picking me up and I'm not supposed to know because mommy and daddy want it to be a surprise!" Presley rambled as she checked her Dora watch impatiently. She was adorable her brown hair pulled into two ponytails, her chubby cheeks puffed out in over-exaggerated impatience. James absorbed the news slowly, nodding and smiling at the young girl as his mind processed her words. He'd be meeting the boy he saw in the picture, the boy he knew from somewhere. Maybe meeting him in real life would help him realize where he'd seen the boyish, handsome face, or maybe it'd help him realize that he was just being silly and had never met the boy before. Either way, he'd never seen Presley so excited, which was odd because she was a pretty excitable child. Her excitement only grew as she glanced out the window, hopping off of her seat and running as fast as her little legs could carry her to the door.

She threw it open and ran down the steps. Before she could run into he brothers outstretched arms though, her foot caught on a crack in the pavement and down she tumbled. James' eyes widened as he watched his student fall face first into the sidewalk. He stood motionless for two seconds before reacting quickly and rushing towards her, crouching over her tiny form and hoisting her up onto his knee as he took in the damage. He didn't even notice the handsome boy standing next to him as he wiped away the blood and dirt from her face, noticing cut lip and a scrape on her forehead. She was sniffling and there were tears in her eyes but she wasn't crying. Instead, she was smiling as she jumped out of James' hold and into the strangers.

"Logie Bear!" The small girl squealed excitedly, her arms wrapped around the man's-her brothers- neck.

"Hey there, squirt!" He replied, hugging her to him as he kissed her forehead. "You took quite the tumble. You gonna be alright, sis?"

"Yup, just a booboo. Now I get ta' get a pretty band aid from Mr. James!" She said happily, pulling herself out of Logan's grasp and standing up, holding her hand out expectantly at her older brother. He took it quickly, standing up from his crouched position at the same time as James did. The teacher noticed that the boy was shorter than him, his eyes a much more startling brown than his picture had done justice. He might have stared for a few seconds longer than justifiable. Even so, Logan just smirked and held out his free hand.

"Hey, I'm Logan Henderson, here to pick up my baby sister." James thought that maybe he might swoon. The man's voice was honey-sweet (if honey-sweet meant that it was pure sex). Yeah, he'd spoken to Presley previously, but then he'd been using that talk that most people used when speaking to young children. Not patronizing, just softer. Now though, now that his voice wasn't hidden behind the guise of innocence, James honestly felt as if it was dripping sex. And his hands. Oh lord, his hands were large and manly, thick fingers that… were outstretch towards James. Right. Handshake. The younger teacher blushed and smiled Sheepishly at the boy.

"Right, hey, I'm James Maslow, Presley's teacher." He said as he reached out and shook the hand he had been admiring (fantasizing about). The grip was firm and casual, nothing out of the ordinary. James sighed a little before letting go. That man had nice hands.

"I still need a band aid!" Presley stated cutely, unaware of her teacher and his admiration towards her brother.

"Oh, of course!" James muttered before turning around and rushing into his classroom. He heard the siblings following after him as he quickly searched his desk for what he knew was Presley's favourite band-aid design and the needed tools to clean her up. He pulled them out and turned around to face the pair. What he saw made his heart happy. Logan was sitting uncomfortably in one of the tiny chairs made for five year olds as Presley traced his hand outline on a piece of paper. Her tongue was stuck out in concentration and Logan only had eyes for her as he ruffled her hair with the hand not being held down to the table.

"Uh… H-here's the band-aid." James said almost reluctantly, not wanting to cut their moment short. Logan looked at him and smirked once more, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and James could swear he'd seen that face before. He wracked his brain for the memory, yet he just couldn't place his finger on the familiarity. He pondered over it as he cleaned her sore lip and forehead, wiping the dirt from her hands as well before placing the pink band-aid over the scrape on her head.

"Thank you, Mr. James!" She squealed happily before hugging him for two seconds and running back towards her brother.

"Let's go, Logie!" She said before once again grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the door.

"Just a sec, Pres! Why don't you go wait on the playground?" He said with a smile. She nodded before yelling bye to her teacher and rushing towards the swings. Both men noticed that she slowed down around the area that she got hurt. Smart girl.

"Well, that wasn't the best way to meet someone. Let's try that again. Hey, I'm Logan." The darker-haired man stated with a smile.

"James."

"Well, it was nice to meet you. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around quite a bit now, James." And the smirk was back. It killed James that he couldn't remember ever meeting the boy. Oh well, he'd stop worrying about it now, and focus more on actually italking/i to the cute boy in his classroom.

"Oh, is that so?" He replied.

"Absolutely."

"And why is that?"

"Well, I'm back in town for the next few months and I'll probably be helping mom and dad with Presley. So, I'll probably be picking her up pretty often."

"Well, that makes sense. It's good of you to help your parents like that."

"Well, it's not much of a sacrifice on my part." Logan said, finishing off with a wink before turning and walking towards the door. He looked over his shoulder once, before pushing the doors open and leaving the room. Well. James stood, staring at the spot once occupied by Logan. Was… was the brown-eyes man iflirting/i with him? And gosh, James knew it was wrong, knew he shouldn't, but he hoped to god that yes, Logan was flirting.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, running a hand through his hair before walking over to Presley's family tree. He let his eyes scan the picture of Logan.

That boy. He knew that boy from somewhere. And yeah, even if he ididn't/i know Logan… He sure wouldn't mind igetting to/i know him.