A/N: Hello humans! This is just a two-shot from a prompt I got on tumblr that I decided to post. It's pure fluff. Enjoy!
"And then we can have s'mores and watch movies and we don't even have to go to bed tonight because my Mom won't hear us if we—" Kendall Knight said, hands flailing passionately over his head and mouth running wild as he sat next to his best friend of two weeks, Logan Mitchell on the school bus one Friday. The pasty brunette put his hand over the only slightly bigger boy's lips, and let his lips drop into a grimace.
"Kendall," He said, his generally small voice even smaller against the afternoon chatter on bus 16, "You're giving me a headache." The blonde boy blushed, and apologetically pulled his lower lip in between his teeth before turning to look out the window.
Admittedly, the boys were both tired from a long eight hours of matching shapes and coloring in between the lines, so it was a bit much for Kendall to be going on with such unexplainable enthusiasm. Logan was tired, so his best friend of two week's obvious excitement left him bewildered.
"Sorry." Kendall blurt, turning back to face his friend, whose mother clothed him in a colorless polo beneath a wooly green sweater vest than managed to get tucked into a pair of tightly fitting kaki shorts. The perfectly pressed knee socks and the bottle cap glasses were what made the outfit, though. Kendall's mother on the other hand had no time to make sure her oldest was clean cut and polished before school each day, and generally left him to make his own decisions. This is why the blonde usually wears over sized sweatshirts that fall down to his knees and hide his ill fighting soccer shorts.
"I'm just so happy that you can finally sleepover." Kendall said, pressing a hand against his friend's shoulder. Logan smiled, though it faltered slightly as he remembered that he and the blonde had only met the first day of school, 2 weeks before today, so "finally" didn't really work in this context. It was still a nice thing to say, though.
The bus came to a quick halt, throwing the third graders against the seat in front of them.
"Ooph!"
"Ouch!"
"We're almost there!" Kendall exclaimed, recovering quickly as he looked back out the window. Logan slowly removed his face from the leather imprint his head had made, after sweeping his tongue around his mouth to ensure the wiggly tooth in the back was still there, along with the rest of his teeth. It was.
"Have you had a lot of sleep overs?" Kendall asked, falling back against the seat.
"No." Said Logan, following his friend, "This is my first."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"I've had lots of sleepovers." Said Kendall with a proud grin. Logan wasn't surprised. His blonde friend had an indescribable charm about him— one that made him as irresistible to humans as a florescent light to a moth.
"But not so many with my best friend." He continued, nudging the smaller boy in the chest. While the taller's boney bone stabbed into the brunette's flesh like a fork to his arm, he remained quiet, and tried to appreciate his company instead of resent it. He loved that he had a best friend already. And he loved that it was Kendall. Instead of a thank you, "Why am I your bestfriend?" came out instead.
"Because you're awesome!" Kendall said without hesitation. Sweetly, he took the smaller boy's hand into his, and gave it a strong squeeze that made Logan feel both loved and protected and happy and warm, unlike the nudge that made his bones ache.
"You really think I'm awesome?" Logan was a lot of things. Awesome was not one of them. He was short and small and gangly and awkward and quiet and smart. He was not awesome. Kendall was awesome. Logan was not.
"The awesomest guy ever!" The brunette really was flattered. Truly, he was. Convinced, though? Not really.
"You're awesome, too." Logan said, in admiration. Kendall grinned.
"We're both awesome." He agreed with a slight nod. Logan let himself be satisfied with the answer for a while until he felt a weight leaving his right hand. He looked down quickly, realizing that Kendall had pulled away. A brief panic consumed his thought process,
"Do you think we'll be best friends forever?" Logan asked, quickly. Kendall looked down to his friend, his eyes wide with worry behind those round bottle cap goggles.
"I hope so!" He said with a toothless grin.
"But if we're not?" Logan admittedly found the entire situation strange. He'd never had friends before Kendall, and even with so little experience, he understood that relationships were built and formed over time because of work and because of effort. They'd clicked so quickly, the brunette couldn't top himself to breath, but now that he's on his way to his first ever sleepoever with his first ever best friend, he can't help but feel like everything is too good to be true.
"Then maybe we'll be something else." Kendall decided, after a few moments of thoughts.
"Like what?"
"Maybe we'll be married." The blonde said, casually. Logan felt his eyebrows furrowed.
"Married?" He exclaimed, nervously. Kendall half nodded, half shrugged.
"Maybe?"
"But… we've only known each other for two weeks!"
"And you're already my bestest friend ever." Kendall explained.
"But…" Logan's head began to spin. He was 9 for Pete's Sake. He shouldn't have to worry about marriage at this point, "But boys can marry other guys!"
"Why not?"
"Kendall, they just don't." This seemed to honestly surprise the blonde.
"They don't?" He asked, curiously.
"No, they don't."
"Oh." The pair sat in silence for a few uncomfortable moments, both trying to think of things they could say to the other regarding the awkward topic.
"Boy really can't marry other boys, Kendall." Logan said, watching the scenery as the bus came to another halt, right in front of the Knight residence.
"Maybe we can be the first then." The blonde said, taking his friend's hand and pulling him out into the isle.
"But… we've only known each other for two weeks!"
"Don't worry, Logie." Kendall said, guiding him through the crowded bus, "By the time we get married, we'll have known each other for at least 7."
"But Kendall…"
"Maybe we don't have to get married, but I think I want to always have you around. I don't really think I would like not having my best friend by my side all the time." He said, as the pair approached the bus doors.
"Do you mean it?" Logan asked, honestly touched.
"Yes."
"I'll always be there for you, Kendall." The brunette said, overcome with emotion as they waited for the doors to open.
"For better or for worse?" Logan laughed as he grabbed his friends other hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Totally." He said, as they hoped off the bus in sync, and in that moment, Logan was finally assured that this sleep over would only be one of many, many more.