Hello! I have aLOT of hopes for this fanfic. I mean I think this will be my best :3~!

Logan woke up and groaned. He looked at the wall his bed was touching, and frowned. It was one day before Valentine's Day. Carlos would be out buying a gift for Stephine, James for the girl he's dating at the time, and Kendall would be buying a gift for Camille, Jo, and Stephine. He'd buy all three of them gifts because he was sweet. He had the heart of a saint, and everyone knew it. He broke up with Jo, yet he was still great friends with her.

"Why do I care where they are anyway? I won't get a single card." He thought to himself. "Like every year.." He said aloud.

"What about every year?" Carlos said.

Logan jumped. "Jeeze! Don't sneak up on me!" Logan said, then he realised he was still in his bed. "Oh, sorry.. I'm just jumpy. Every year I feel horrible before Valentine's Day."

"Why's that?" Carlos asked. He always had a knack for sounding so energetic. It was kind of refreshing.

"I dunno. I just don't like it. I get sick off chocolate and don't eat dinner. And then you see all these couples holding hands a day before they should be.." He trailed off.

Carlos smiled. "Yeah, last year I ate so much chocolate I wasn't even in the mood for corndogs! crazy right?" He asked.

Logan faked a chuckle. He'd had practice because people were always forgetting something. "Oh, happy-late-birthday, Logan! Sorry, I didn't know." A random girl had said to him. "Oh, I didn't see you there, want an invite? What? You're not coming to the biggest party of the year?" A boy about his age had asked him. He turned him down because he didn't notice him. He'd only asked because he was being nice. And the worst, "Oh, Logan! Would you mind staying here and waiting for the delivery guy? I need to get a date to prom." James had said.

Carlos must not have noticed. He got up, walked to the bathroom, and took a shower.

Logan sighed. He'd put on the same act everyday. "I need new friends." He'd say. But he was always lying. He couldn't ask for friends as good as Carlos, James, and Kendall. It wasn't that he couldn't ask. It was he couldn't. Period. If they knew who he was, they probably wouldn't be his friends for much longer. He was gay. He'd always blame that on everything he did. "You're a virgin because you're gay. Not even a guy wants to sleep with you." Everything. Even if it was he didn't have a dollar to give a homeless man. "It's fate. He doesn't want a dollar from someone as disgusting as you." He thought to himself.

He got up and got dressed. He'd taken a shower the night before. He decided not to gel his hair either. "They won't notice anyway." He reasoned.

After he made breakfast, he called everyone in. Katie looked up at the boy and smiled. "I like your hair, Logan." She said.

Logan smiled. It was a genuine smile. Katie was the only person that actually noticed everything. "I bet if I cut myself, she'd be the first to notice." He thought to himself.

After breakfast, everyone left. Everyone except Logan. He sat in his room and read his book. "I wonder what it'd be like if I had a life like Zeke.. He gets the love his life. And he's not an abomination." He thought to himself. (1)

He read the book aloud and didn't even realise it. Katie was in the door.

"Logan. What's up." She said.

He quickly put the book down and patted a seat beside him.

"Nothing, what makes you think that?" He asked.

"Everything. I know you're sad about something. At breakfast you were starring at your empty spoon and making a disgusted face. What's wrong?" She asked.

This happened a lot. He'd vent to Katie. She was probably the only person who knew he was gay.

"Who are you crushing on?" She asked through his daydream.

"N-no one." He countered.

"Yes you are. Who is it?" She asked, sympathy riddled her voice.

"Promise me you won't hate me?" He asked.

"Promise." She whispered.

"K-Kendall.." He whispered.

Katie just smiled sympathetically. "He'd suit you. You should act on it." She urged.

"He'd never like anyone.. disgusting like me." He reasoned.

"He dated Jo." She said with a smug grin on her face.

This did help him a little. "But.. It's Valentine's Day-" He was cut off by a gasp.

"That's it. I'll make you a bet. If you get one gift tomorrow, you have to ask him." She said.

"How'd you know I never got gifts.." He whimpered.

"Luck. You always talk about if someone gave you an invite to something, yes, pity, I know Logan." She said as she ignored his opening mouth.

"But, if you talk about invites, you'd have talked about cards. So I threw it out. I win. Bet me." She said.

Logan smiled evilly. This was a bet he could and wouldwin. He reached out a hand a shook her hand. "Deal." He hissed.

The next morning:

Logan got up, and automatically realised two things. Carlos was gone and it was Valentine's Day. He looked at Carlos' bed, and there was a note on it.

"I'm going to be gone until late. I'm taking Stephine everywhere she's ever wanted." Logan couldn't help but smile. He could hear Carlos' child-like voice.

He walked into the living room and found no one was home. He smiled. "Katie said I have to get a gift. I don't have to leave. They come to me." He reasoned.

He picked up two of his books and went to the couch. After a few hours, he finished. The first three pages he made predictions. "I bet they get killed." He pointed to a name. "I bet those two get married." He thought as he pointed out two more names. (2)

At 8:00, no one was home. He closed his book and smirked. "I win." He hissed.

He walked back into his room, put his books away, and showered. After a nice long shower, he checked the clock. "9:25" It read.

"Shit! I was in there for an hour and twenty minutes!" He gasped. He recovered and put on fresh pajamas. After he settled himself in bed, he went to sleep.

In the morning:

Logan woke up feeling like he was hit by a bus. "Why do I feel so bad?" He thought. He got up and trudged to the kitchen. It was six in the morning, an hour before everyone got up. He felt like his lungs were on fire. He wrote a note and put it on the counter. He grabbed his coat and ran off to the park.

When he got there, he laid on the grass. He inhaled roughly. It was like couldn't get enough air in him. Not like he was suffocating, like he was empty.

He shook it off and watched the sunset.

7:00 With Kendall:

Kendall woke up and smiled. The night before went perfectly. Everyone he knew got a fake rose, and a brownie. It took him until midnight to get finished. Only one person didn't get one. Logan. He couldn't give one to him. Because he knew he didn't want it? No. Because he was disgusting? No. Because Kendall hated Logan? No.

Kendall had a crush on Logan. He had for months. He couldn't do anything about it. He was straight, while Kendall was gay. "He'd leave here as soon as I said it." He got up and went to the kitchen. He picked up the note that was waiting on the counter.

"Everyone, I went to the park for some air. I have my cellphone. If anyone needs anything, don't hesitate to call." It said. He opened the fridge and heard tapping. He turned around to be met by glaring Mrs. Knight. "Why?" She uttered.

"Why what?" He asked.

"Logan. Why didn't you get him a gift?" She asked, her lips pursing.

"Mom, I've told you why. I can't! I told you, the first time I get him a gift other than christmas, is the day I confess to him." He growled.

"You should have given him something. An unsigned card and say it was from Camille, something." She said. "He didn't get a thing." She hissed.

"That's impossible. Everyone loves Logan!" He reassured.

"Is it Logan they love, or the boy he's always with?" She countered, starring straight at Kendall.

"Notice. If he ever leaves the apartment, you and him are always together. You and me both know he isn't getting air. You aren't with him, and he's out of the apartment." She said.

Realization hit Kendall like a bag of bricks. "Oh god.." He muttered. "I'll be right back." He said as he grabbed his coat.

"No you won't." She said as she grabbed his arm.

"Why! He's sad!" He yelled.

"He's depressed." Katie correct and she lead Carlos and James into the kitchen by their ears.

"These two didn't get him a gift either." She said.

"I was gone until one A.M. with Stephine! I only got her a gift. What's your excuse?" Carlos hissed out.

"I didn't get anyone a gift. I had a date with someone." James said coolly

"Well. Your best friend is depressed now." Mrs Knight said.

"He can't be! He's always so happy!" Carlos countered.

"No. It's not just everyday thing. It's holidays. He gets one gift a year. Christmas. He's never gotten a Valentine's Day gift. Ever." She breathed.

"That's impossible!" James spat.

"Yeah! Everyone loves Logan!" Carlos finished.

Kendall slapped his forehead. "Is it him they love, or the pretty boy." Kendall said with a point at James. "Or the one always doing crazy stunts?" He said with another point, this one at Carlos.

Realization hit them. "Oh snap!" They gasped.

"Now, theres only one thing you can all do. Make it up to him." Mrs. Knight said.

As soon as the sentence left her mouth, Kendall smiled. "Oh, we will. Carlos! You go get three box of chocolates." He said as he handed him twenty dollars. "James, you go fill up the BTR-mobile with gas." He said as he handed James both forty dollars and the keys.

The two nodded and left.

"Katie. Call Logan and tell him you need his help. In his room." He said.

"Okay.." Katie said as she whipped out her phone.

o-o what is Kendall planning? Sorry! In advance. I had this AWESOME plan to have Logan be.. sad.. depressed. EVERYthing that makes him look like he's covering it up, but I'm reading it over, and its not working. So! Hope everyone likes it as is. Chapter two will be better then one. Promise.

(1) Reference to "Big Time Harassment" Logan's reading a book and says " Zeke's about to confess to Leona." Which means Zeke would be heterosexual, only adding to his sadness for being homosexual (I HATE the word "fag" "queer" [unless its actual meaning and not used as an insult] or "gay") .-. Oh! and the book he's reading isn't real. I put the names in off the top of my head. If theres a real book with those two characters, and they actually confess, someone pm me. I will buy it and read it.

(2) Referring to (1), I don't like placing names that aren't part of the series in my fanfics. It makes me think "You're bedazzling the stories, yaoi."