Rating: M for future chapters.
Pairings: James/ Logan, Camille/ Logan.
Summary: Being a man of science, Logan refuses to believe this very strange young female can do magic but after being proved wrong by such, Logan tries to make it through the week alive. Except, it's hard with a clueless James on his back, literally. Future Jagan.
Author's note: I guess you could say this is my Halloween Fanfiction. I'm not all for making holiday FanFic's because well, I don't really know how, so, this is probably the closest I'll get. This is a multi-chapter and honestly just a random, funny idea that sprung to mind. Enjoy :).
Chapter One.
Logan apologises for what has to be the hundredth time, cupping Camille's hand in his own to place a chaste kiss to it.
"We're not working out." He says softly, brushing a thumb over the knuckle of her balled hand.
"We've never been official for more than a day,'' she says, ''since that James incident. You refuse to kiss me and then, when we finally do, you end it the same day. I'm starting to wonder if you may- you know, think James is more than just a friend."
Logan recoils, stunned by such a blunt remark. Fair say, since James and Camille had kissed nothing had been the same, but at no point (up till now) had Logan ever thought of James in any other way and now that Camille had mentioned it, ghastly, unholy images were flooding in.
"It's just a thought." She smirks, enjoying the disgusted look she receives when she rips him directly out of his thoughts.
"And a thought is where it shall stay." He practically spits out the words, slamming his palm against his forehead in attempt to literally force it out.
"Ooh, dirty thoughts, Logan, nice. Anyway, I'll see you at the Halloween party tonight. See ya!"
Logan watches Camille leave, her not seeming at all dazed by the recent break up. Not that he expects her to break down or anything but well, she never seems to mind all that much. They all become friends.
Which is what, once again, he's determined to stay.
"Dude! For fucks sakes! Hurry the hell up!" Kendall continues to pace the room, occasionally throwing a few more abusive words towards the wooden door his vain friend dresses behind.
"I will not leave if I'm not perfect!"
Each boy looks at each other, bursting into a fit of sniggers when exchanging the same knowing look.
"You look gorgeous already James. Let's just go!" Carlos tries to reason, shooting the others a worried look when no reply comes.
"You're right!" James finally emerges, covered fully in body glitter that blends in with his shiny suit.
On first glance, you'd definitely say he was naked.
Logan has to tear his eyes away, honestly stunned because, well, it's the weirdest fucking thing he's ever seen!
It's Halloween, not a whore fest!
"Good, let's go." Kendall doesn't seem to be taken aback by his choice of outfit and neither does Carlos. In fact, he seems to be the only one at all surprised by it.
"Don't you think you should put on something that doesn't make you look like your wardrobe has gone on strike..." Logan feels he's speaking up for everyone in the room but the only reassurance he receives is strange looks by all fucking three of them!
Kendall shakes his head, opening the door to oust his seemingly retarded friend out.
"Let's just go..."
Logan pulls at his torn shirt, wiping any dry, random bits of fake blood from his costume.
Maybe zombie was starting to get old.
He searches the room for his friends, catching Carlos on the dance floor with an unnamed girl, Kendall over at the drink bar with another unnamed girl and James, with his tongue down the throat of yet another unnamed girl.
Maybe this hadn't been the best time to dump Camille again after all.
He puts himself up against the wall, somewhat hoping to just disappear into it in an attempt to look less left out.
"You've been holding that drink for half an hour. If you're not going to drink it, I'll have it."
Logan looks at his drink, momentarily thinking about drinking it out of spite.
He decides against it. He turns to the girl who possesses the voice.
"Here. I hate whiskey anyway." He holds out the drink, lips tugging themselves up into a smile on realising the detail in her overly gothic costume, "Nice outfit."
The girl takes the drink, looking him up and down as she takes a mouthful, "I'm not wearing a costume."
He's quite honestly caught off guard because well, what must have been once hair now just seems to be a lump of hair spray and multiple colours of hair dye. Her face holds more make up than any retail store ever could and her outfit is, well...unique?
"Surely you don't dress like that normally!" It's rude, he knows it, she knows it, the person in front of them knows it but well, he can't help it. She looks absolutely ridiculous!
"You got a problem with that?" She didn't look friendly before but now she looks absolutely the worse kind of person to have as an enemy.
"Well...yeah. You're a girl! You're ruining yourself!"
"So, if I was a boy, this would be alright?"
No.
"Yes!" Logan's literally word vomiting but it's true, girls are looked at differently, boys live off the chance to see how much that girl is showing off.
"You sexist bastard!" The girl draws her lip pierce in with her teeth, making Logan cringe even more than he actually though possible.
"It's not sexist if it's true. You can be a beautiful girl! A wonderful young lady! Why the fuck would you ruin it with all that crap?"
"I'm a witch." She doesn't seem at all concerned about the funny side of this and for a second, Logan wonders if the non-outfit thing had been a trick.
He realises that, unfortunately this isn't true because now the girl seems mad and somewhat defensive of the name she's just given herself.
"You are fucking kidding me!" He practically screams, beyond frustrated as he watches something boil up in the girl. "Those hairspray fumes have gone to your head haven't they? Let me guess, you do magic?"
"Problem with that?" She seems to grow forever angrier and Logan continues to voice his opinion. He knows it rude but he quite honestly feels like he's saving her here.
"No, not at all. Let's just end this now. As a man of science, I don't want to bring this argument to the drawing board. You have your views and as stupid as they are, I'm not going to get them down."
"It's official," she giggles, coming across a bit too sweet to be real, "You're a sexist, ignorant asshole. Even for a mortal, you're very uninformed."
He doesn't say anymore, deciding to leave her with a smile. He catches something about "learning the hard way" but otherwise doesn't pay attention .
The rest of the night becomes a blur as he moves on and gets dragged into a few drinking games.