If anyone at all was looking forward to me posting that first chapter of the Jagan story I'll be writing, sorry for disappointing yesterday! Completely spaced out on it. Well, I got this idea from the back of a book when I was at Borders (cause they're going out of sale! *cries*)The book's really good but creepy, it's called "In This Way I Was Saved". If you're into all that, make sure to check it out! Slight Kogan at the beginning but it'll transform into Kenlos! And of course Jagan. The boys are still in Minnesota.
Warnings: Language, dark themes. Smut and self-harm in the very very VERY near future
(A/N: Logan's POV)
I stared down at the photo album I held in my hands. I remembered everything right at that moment... Well, how could I forget? The memories of the haunting boy were forever planted in my mind.
It all started when I was six years old.
It was a cold Minnesota winter.
I was a little bit of a rebellious child so I never asked my mother for permission to go to the park across the street from our average home.
I put on a coat and winter hat, heading out to the park. I cleared off the snow that was on the swing and sat down.
I began swinging myself, thinking of what had happened this last week.
For a six year old, I had a very mature mind. I knew exactly what was happening every time my father and mother fought.
No doubt about it, they were getting a divorce. I was an only child and a very shy kid so I had no one to talk to. The last thing I'd do was talk to Mom and Dad about it.
I sighed as my breathe came out foggy. My neighborhood was pretty quiet, so I only heard a car every once in a while.
"Hi." I heard a light voice speak. I turned my head around, catching a glimpse of the boy.
He had tan skin and was a little on the chubby side.
"Um... hi." I replied.
"Can I swing with you?"
"Sure." I smiled at him.
He got onto the swing next to me and we swung in silence.
"I'm James." He finally said.
"My name's Logan. Where do you live?"
"Down the street. You?"
"Right across from this park."
"Cool, I guess we're neighbors." He smiled.
"Yep."
There were a few more moments of silence before James finally spoke.
"Wanna play a game?" He asked. His voice sounded different though... not nearly as friendly.
"S-sure." I stuttered, a little scared by the change in voice. "What game?"
"It's kind of a game that will last more than a day. More than a year, if we're really good at this game."
"Okay, what is it?"
"Let's see how long we can be friends." James' voice was still very unfriendly. It was as cold as the weather.
"O...okay." I replied.
"Since we're friends, can I talk to you about stuff?"
"That's what friends are for..." I replied nervously, trying my best to remember how my mom always told me to let your friends talk to you so they could trust you.
"My parents are fighting a lot." James said.
I looked at James. "Mine too, so I completely understand.
James smiled. "I'm sad though."
"Don't worry, we can get through it together... cause we're friends."
"Yeah." James smiled at me again.
I shivered at the memory. That was just about eleven years ago.
Both James and I had changed a lot. He lost his chubbiness. Now, he had washboard abs.
He was every girls dream.
"Logie?" I heard a voice.
"Hi Kendall." I smiled.
"What are you looking at?"
"Photo's from when I was little."
Kendall walked over to me. "Aw, you were cute back then too."
I chuckled.
Kendall and I were boyfriends, if you haven't been able to tell already. Kendall had came out a year ago and I had realized my feelings for him a few months after. We began dating and ever since then, we've been pretty happy together.
But I was feeling a little sad. I had been since I came out. I was so happy Kendall and I were together, but then there was James...
James was totally homophobic. He resented Kendall and I now.
It didn't bug Kendall as much as it bothered me. It bothered me a lot. Our other friend, Carlos, (A/N: HAPPY LATEISH BIRTHDAY CARLOS! I LOVE YOU!) had tried to get James to talk to us, but he wouldn't.
Kendall and I hung out with Carlos a lot, while Carlos was James' best friend.
Truth was, I missed James even though he scared me a lot throughout the years we were friends. We had met Carlos and Kendall when we were eight at a hockey camp, and ever since then, we were the four best friends.
"Do you miss James, Logan?" Kendall asked.
His question caught me off guard. "A little. You?"
"I do... I didn't think he was like that."
"Me either."
Kendall got quiet as my thoughts were everywhere.
It had been like this for the last nine months.
Nine months ago, he had stopped talking to me.
