It was mid afternoon, and Logan Mitchell was finishing the final preparations for the day. He stood back and smiled at his work. The apartment he shared with his 3 best friends, Mama Knight and her daughter, Katie, was finally sparkling clean. There was food in the oven, (Thank you, Mrs. Knight!) and a movie in the DVD player. Everything was set up and ready for his boyfriend and their date tonight.

"This is going to be great!" Just as Logan turned around he saw his boyfriend, Kendall Knight, Fully decked out in his hockey gear.

"Um. What's all this?" Logan threw a hand up to emphasis a point. Kendall looked at what he was wearing and answered.

"Oh! Last week when I was at the ice rink, some guy challenged me to a one on one, so I'm heading there right now."

There was a hurt expression all over Logan's face and Kendall saw it.

"Uh, Is something wrong?" Kendall facial expression became serious and he looked into the others eyes.

"No, no! It's just that I..."

"You just what?"

"It's nothing, really. Go ahead and have fun."

"Are you sure you don't want to come and watch?"

"Yeah I'm sure. I promised your mom that I would watch the dinner that's in the oven." Logan said sadly and pointed to the oven.

"Oh. Ok, I'll see you later, then." He gave the other a quick peck on the cheek and proceeded out the door.

When it was shut, Logan's vision suddenly became blurry.

~~~ 2 hours later ~~~

"KENDALL! KENDALL!"

Kendall skid to a stop on the ice and lifted up his hockey mask to see James and Carlos shouting at him from the other side of the barrier that kept others off the ice.

"WHAT?"

Both signaled him over. He told his opponent to hold on for a second while he skated over to the guys.

"What's up?" Kendall's face was beet red from playing for two hours straight.

"What are you doing here?" James exclaimed.

"Yeah, You're suppose to be at the apartment with Logan!" Carlos continued.

Kendall was utterly confused.

"What are you guys talking about? Why should I be at the apartment with Logan? What's going on?"

James slammed his hand into his face and Carlos just shook his head.

"Do you even know why we have this day off in the first place?" James stated.

"No. I just assumed that that Gustavo was just being nice for a change and let us have the day off."

The two boys just looked at him with a blank face.

"Ok, then why did he let us have the day off?" Kendall was getting frustrated

"Logan begged Gustavo for weeks to let us have a day off so that the two of you could spend the day together alone! Not apart!" Carlos said.

"Well, how was I suppose to know if he never told me!" Then it all suddenly hit him. The clean apartment, the food in the oven, the hurt look in Logan's eyes when he found out he was spending the day at the rink.

"He figured you knew!" yelled James.

"This is just great!" Kendall muttered to himself. He told his opponent that he had to leave and quickly made his way to the Palms Woods.

"Kendall?" It was Kelly.

"Hey, Kelly. I can't talk right now I really-"

"You forgot about your date with Logan, again, didn't you?"

"Does everyone know about this but me?"

"Seems like it."

Kendall sighed in frustration and continued his way back to the Palm Woods.

By the time Kendall arrived at apartment 2J, the sun had just set, and the stars were beginning to shine through the dark, semi-clouded sky. He slowly opened the door to find the entire apartment pitch black and silent. The only source of light was coming from the muted television that was shining on Logan who was sitting on the orange couch with his legs curled up to his chest.

"Logan...?" He didn't answer.

"Look, Logan, I'm really sorry... I had no idea-" Kendall made his way over to the older male but stopped when he noticed how red his eyes were.

"Were-were you crying?"

"What? No!" Logan never took his eyes off the muted television. He seemed to be off in a completely different world.

Kendall frowned.

"Look, Logie I'm-"

"Save it!" Logan got up from the couch and started to walk towards his room. Before he was able to get too far, Kendall grabbed hold of his wrist.

"Let go of me, Kendall. I'm very tired, and I want to go to bed." Logan was irritated.

"I know you're lying, Logan. Look, I'm really sorry about today. I didn't realize that you wanted us to spend the day together."

This enraged Logan.

"You didn't know?" He spun around and was free of the others grip on his wrist. "How did you not know? We finally have a day off, and, if I'm not mistaken, you're supposed to spend your day off with your significant other! NOT at the damn hockey rink!"

The pop singer was taken back. He's never seen Logan so upset. He really messed up this time.

"Every time, Kendall! Every time! You always 'forget' I'm tired of it!"

"What can I do to make it up to you?" His green eyes pleaded for forgiveness, and Logan saw that. He couldn't just forgive him so easily; he would never learn that way.

"Nothing. ...The day is over, and we have to go to the studio tomorrow. I've had a long day. Goodnight, Kendall." Kendall didn't stop him this time.

When Logan's bedroom door slammed shut, Kendall slammed down on his back onto the couch and sighed loudly.

"DAAAAMMMIT!" The blond pounded his fists into the couch.

Hearing Kendall's distress caused Logan to slide to the floor while he was leaning up against the door. He could have easily forgiven him, but he just couldn't.

Like he said before, Kendall would have just forgotten again the next time and would never learn his lesson.

Forgiveness is hard when your continually hurt.