"Guys… I'm starting to think he isn't coming back," Logan sighed, cheek resting in his hand as he looks forlorningly down at the keyboard. His fingers trace absently on the keys until finally he looks up at the webcam recording him for his blog. "I'm realizing that TV is bullshit and sometimes the boy doesn't realize his mistake and he doesn't come and sweep you off your feet in a kiss. Is it sad that I kind of expected that?"

He was excited to have quite a few followers of his blog since the documentary he roughly made about the daily life of a gay teenager. The movie ended just before Kendall broke up with Logan, and people seemed to be concerned about him since then.

"I'm kind of worried that I'm not healing properly. It's been two months since he left me and I'm still really upset… Then again, it's hard to find closure when a guy breaks off a two-year relationship because he suddenly doesn't love you anymore," he continues. "I mean, you all saw it in my movie. We were perfect together. Best friends, got along so well… Then suddenly…"

Logan trails off and looks up at the camera, laughing pitifully.

"Anyway," he sighs. Just as he opens his mouth to speak again, the door to his bedroom creaks open and his mom's head pokes in. Logan stops the recording and turns in his chair.

"Come to lunch with me, sweetie," she suggested. "Rose will be there."

"No thanks," Logan smirked, rolling his eyes. "That doesn't sound-"

"There's someone I want you to meet that'll be there."

"Who?"

"Just look handsome, okay?" she winked mischievously. "We'll leave in twenty minutes."

Look handsome? Logan got up from his chair as his mom left, going to the mirror. He really didn't think anything could make him look handsome, so he really doesn't do anything to change his appearance. He decides if he just sticks with his t-shirt and jeans he can finish his video before he leaves.

"Is this a blind date, Mom?" Logan asks from behind his mother as they make their way into the restaurant. They're late, because Logan's mom made him change into a nice flannel shirt to look more presentable.

"No, no," Joanna chuckles, hooking her arm around her son's. "Oh, look! They're right there."

They made their way to a round table in the middle of the restaurant, where Joanna's redheaded best friend turned and waved excitedly. As they approached, another person turned to look at them and wave politely with a dazzling grin. Logan thought that he had never seen someone smile so nicely at a stranger, and his teeth were so perfect.

They arrived at the table and the strange man stood, towering over Logan and Joanna and taking Joanna into a hug. Logan was stunned- this stranger's hair was short and styled well, shiny and chestnut brown and his skin was olive and smooth looking.

"Oh, James. You've changed so much- grown," Joanna said happily.

"Well, it has been twenty years," the stranger laughed as he kissed her cheek. He pulled away and looked over at Logan, who suddenly felt self-conscious. This stranger's eyes were greenish-brown, hazel maybe, and just dazzling. They were so present and seemed to bear into Logan's. His lips, even at rest, were in a perfect pouting position.

"James, do you remember my son, Logan?" Joanna asked, putting a hand on her son's back and giving him a little shove. Suddenly it all made sense- Logan was being set up with this guy, who was completely out of his league.

"I have a few memories," James said. Logan's mouth went dry and his muscles were paralyzed as James took his hand and kissed his knuckles charismatically, eyes never leaving Logan's. "All good ones, of course."

Logan stared in awe. This man… He was so confident and charming that he kissed Logan's hand… And Logan liked it, even though he wasn't a Southern Belle blushing behind her fan. Although James somehow knew Logan, Logan didn't know James. If he had ever interacted with this man he would definitely remember it.

"Logan, this is my nephew, James," Rose said, and both she and Joanna were looking at the two like they would burst with excitement.

"You don't know me," James said, eyes bearing cooly into Logan's. "I think you were only about six last we saw each other. I was about ten or eleven, I think."

"You two used to play together, remember? When Rose would babysit you for me?" Joanna urged to her son.

"No, I don't remember at all," Logan chuckled a little, brows furrowed. How could he not remember someone like this, who was apparently a close friend in his early childhood?

"Well, sit boys," Joanna said, already in her seat. Logan hadn't even noticed that there were people trying to get around him and his mother was already ordering her drink… All he could focus on was those hazel eyes still staring at him and that big, soft hand still holding his gently. Logan laughed and ducked his head as he took his hand back and sat. James took a seat beside him, eyes finally tearing away.

Stop swooning, you idiot. He's charming to everyone- you saw him with Mom! He's so out of your league… And probably not even gay! Don't get your hopes up, he's not interested like that. Logan thought to himself, trying to get himself under control.

Joanna and Rose started bantering on about what to order and how many calories everything was, Logan and James forgotten already. Logan was trying to focus on the menu and not the hunk sitting beside him sipping water.

"What do you suggest, Logan?" came that velvety voice again, and Logan looked up to find those hazel eyes on him again. Jeez, this guy seemed to absorbed in Logan, and he didn't know why!

"Um… I don't know. What do you like?" Logan said, eyes averting to James's menu, trying not to swoon at this hunk staring at him so attentively.

"Mmm… Peanut butter sandwiches, mainly," James said briskly. Logan looked up in confusion to see that James was grinning goofily, and Logan had to laugh. "But I don't think they have that here."

Logan's face was burning as he laughed and he just wanted to get away from this guy- he was embarrassing himself by laughing like an idiot!

"Well I always get a salad- it's really good here," Logan said, clearing his throat.

"Do I look like a salad would fill me up?" James teased. "How about a cheeseburger? I'm a man, Logan. I need meat."

"Well…" Logan swallowed, trying to stop staring at James's perfect mouth. "I guess I figured you were watching your physique. You look like you spend a lot of time in the gym."

James's eyes swept mischievously over to Logan, a smirk across his lips.

"You think I look hot?" he asked quietly.

"What? No!"

"You don't?" James's lip jutted out jokingly.

"I- I- Um…"

"It's okay. I know what you meant," James chuckled, putting a muscular arm over Logan's shoulders and shaking him roughly. "Jeez, you're just cute as a button. Relax. I won't bite… Unless you want me to."

This last part is said seductively as James's arm drops from Logan's shoulder, fingers grazing over Logan's back on the way.

Logan started to wonder if this James guy is a hooker or something. This was definitely a trap- Joanna knew James was flirtatious and handsome and wanted Logan to be entranced by someone other than Kendall, his ex-boyfriend.

He caught his mom's eyes and gave her a "really?!" look, which she smirked at. His mom was sympathetic and patient with her son while he was trying to get over his breakup, but she was just trying to speed the process along by introducing someone else. Even if Logan didn't take the bait, maybe it would get his dating spark going again.

After the food arrived, Logan was surprised to see James tear into his cheeseburger hungrily. Usually pretty boys like James who obviously worked hard on their bodies also kept a tight leash on themselves and didn't eat things like cheeseburgers. James didn't even seem to care about the grease dripping down his chin or the ketchup smearing the corner of his mouth.

His hazel eyes finally swept over to Logan and he stopped chewing as he noticed Logan chuckling a little.

"What?" he asked, mouth full.

"Nothing just-" Logan said, then laughed again. "You've got-" he gestured to his own mouth, giving James the hint and offering him a napkin. James didn't seem at all embarrassed as he smiled and wiped his face.

"How's the… Salad?" James asked as Joanna and Rose started up their own conversation. "Are you already done?"

Logan looked down at his half-eaten salad.

"I wasn't that hungry," Logan lied.

Since Kendall broke up with him, Logan had stopped eating much at all. He just didn't feel like eating- the depression took away his appetite. As a result, his body went into starvation mode and saved anything he did eat as fat. Fat on his tummy, fat on his arms, fat everywhere. He still wasn't chunky, but he had definitely put on weight. Now he had his appetite back, but he was trying to lose all that weight.

"You know," James said softly, wiping his mouth again. "You don't have to starve yourself. I'm a model and I still indulge."

MODEL? This guy was a model? And he was eating a burger like that? Of course it made sense- he was gorgeous and extremely confident in himself.

"Well… I'm sure you still have the metabolism of a ten-year-old," Logan answered dismissively, poking at the lettuce and croutons on his plate.

"A man can't survive off of rabbit food, you know," James said with a nudge. "Especially when he doesn't even eat enough of it to feed a rabbit itself."

"It's not like I'm starving myself," Logan answered.

"Good. You don't need to," James said, going back to his burger. "Even if you did want to get rid of whatever fat you think you have, all you have to do is exercise."

Whatever fat you think you have. That phrase stuck in Logan's mind and made him feel both defensive, like James was lying to make him feel better, and good because maybe it was all in Logan's head.

"But there's nothing wrong with the way you look," James said, his perfect lips then hugging around his straw to sip his water. "Honestly."

The two looked at one another for a second and James was once again looking right into Logan's soul. Logan quickly looked away, realizing that James could easily see the everlasting pain in his eyes, and he didn't like it. Reluctantly, he picked up his fork again and finished his salad.

As soon as the bill arrived James snatched it away before anyone could reach for it.

"Forget it, James," Joanna said, holding out her hand for the check.

"No, no. My treat, for my beautiful new friends," James winked charmingly at Joanna. "It's no problem."

He pulled out a thick black debit card from his wallet, which read "James D. Diamond" in silver letters and flagged down the waitress to give it to her.

"How long are you in town for, honey, we really should get together again. Catch up. I was so absorbed in the latest gossip, I forgot all about that," Joanna said apologetically.

"It's okay, I was sort of distracted, too," James said, winking over at Logan, who blushed. "I'm here indefinitely. Just taking a break, you know? It's always good to come to such a small town where nobody knows me. Take a load off. I'll definitely be seeing you again."

James said this last sentence looking at Logan, but was talking to Joanna.

"Mom! You tricked me!" Logan hissed as he and his mother stepped out of the restaurant. "Did you like pay him to hit on me?"

"No! I mean, I don't know what Rose told him, but I just wanted you two to see one another. See if you remembered him."

"Were we really childhood friends or-?" Logan asked accusingly.

"You really were. You two used to take baths together," Joanna teased. "Now he lives in California and he's a model. And he really seemed to like you."

"I doubt it," Logan grumbled. "Rose probably told him to do all that."

"And he kissed your hand- how gentlemanly. And sexy."

"Yeah, maybe if I was a girl," Logan said dismissively, but really he did think it was pretty sweet. He always liked a gentleman.