Logan Mitchell. The love of my life since the 4th grade. I've known Logan since well, forever. It never occurred to me that we would ever be more than friends, though. He was obviously head over heels for James. James Diamond. One-fourth of our clique. But enough background talk, let's get to the real story.
It was your typical warm California day. The Palmwoods was bustling with residents checking in and out. My sister, Katie, and I were just about to head to the pool when Carlos emerged angrily from his and James' shared room. He stormed out the door without giving me or Katie a second glance. Me and Katie looked at each other hesitantly. James and Carlos were a couple, everyone knew that. They were so perfect together, and hardly ever fought. That's how I was able to figure that something was seriously wrong. I gave Katie permission to go to the pool by herself, I was going to stay back to talk to James. I walked into my friends shared room as I gave a slight knock to the door. James looked up from sitting on his bed, but said nothing. When he saw me, he looked right back down. I took it upon myself to enter and position myself across from him on his bed. We sat in silence for a minute before I felt the urge to speak.
"I haven't seen Carlos that mad in a while," I said, not realizing it wasn't the right thing to say. James fiddled with his fingers and nodded slowly.
"It's my fault. He caught me alone with Logan. I mean, it's not like we were doing anything. He was just telling me about this..person that he kind of liked," James opened up. A million thoughts ran across my mind. Could that person have been me?Maybe Logan is in love with me. Relax, Kendall. Don't jump to conclusions.
"Well, who was the person?" I asked, letting my thoughts get the best of me.
"Kendall, it's not a necessary factor," James said easily. I silently cursed myself for thinking that would work.
"Me and Logan..we just got so caught up in the moment. We sat really close and we were speaking really low, in fear that Katie or your mom would hear us," James finished his story.
"James, I think you should talk to Carlos," I mumbled lowly.
"Kendall, it's not that easy! Carlos almost never gets mad at me, and when he does, it's for a good reason and he doesn't forgive me so fast!" James yelled. I closed my eyes as his words rolled over the otherwise silent room. We were quiet for a few more moments.
"Look, Kendall, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you like that. I'm really sorry, man," James looked up at me. I nodded my head forgivingly.
"It's okay. So are you gonna try to talk to him?" I asked, knowing he was breaking.
"Yeah, I am. Come on, let's go. I can see you were heading to the pool," James joked. I smiled back and shook my head playfully. We got off of James' bed and left his room into the warm apartment. Logan was there, about to head out. He and James exchanged glances as I stood there awkwardly.
"Look, James I'm really so-," Logan began, though he knew James would cut him.
"It's okay, Logan," James cut. James gave Logan a sideways glance before turning to leave. I was about to follow when Logan called my name.
"Kendall, wait," he said in his usual calm voice. My heart skipped a beat every time he spoke to me. I felt a shortage of air whenever he looked at me. Over time, I've kind of learned how to control my urges, but not fully. I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around. I could tell he was nervous. He was looking at the floor and taking deep breaths. I spun back to look at James, who was already gone. I focused my attention back to Logan as I inched forward. He looked up as we were mere inches away from each other.
"Can we t-talk?" He stuttered out. I gulped as I nodded my head as he led me toward the couch.