I had this one on my mind for a while now but didn't know how to approach it.

I think I'm on a roll today. 3 updates in one day. And on Christmas too!

In this story, I made Logan taller than Kendall. It seemed appropriate to me.

Enjoy!

(Kendall POV)

As I glanced around the big, half – empty hockey rink for my other teammates, I noticed something in my peripheral vision. A puck. Coming right at me. I noticed that its original receiver was supposed to be Logan…. I also noticed that it was the perfect opportunity for an interception.

I received the l (just like I always do) and began to run towards the goal at the end of the rink. This was how it always went. Me, my step - brother James, my somewhat close friend Carlos, and my best friend Logan went to this rink every Friday after school to play some two-on-two hockey. Carlos couldn't hit worth a crap and either me or James always intercepted him. You'd think Logan would learn by now not to let Carlos pass the puck….

I could hear the thump of feet just to my left, but what really clued me in as to who was trying to tackle me was the lavender scent they were wearing as it wafted with the wind to me. It was Logan, of course. He always smelled like a girl and the rest of us have always given him crap for it. It was surprising that he still smelled sweet despite being soaked with sweat. Maybe he washed his clothes with that shit. We've actually had an ongoing and amiable friendship for as long as I can remember….

*Flashback*

"Kendall, sweetie," my mother called from the hallway. "Want to come with me to visit the new neighbors?"

No, I wanted to say.They'll probably think we're all stuck-up because we have money. That always happens.

"Can't you get James to go with you?" I whined.

"Kendall, you know he's got the flu." She appeared in my doorway, holding some of her casserole. I guessed it was for the new neighbors. "C'mon, it will only take a few minutes," she said, smiling that smile of hers that said 'I'm not asking you, I'm telling you.'

I sulked, but reluctantly got off my bed and trudged down the stairs with a scowl on my face. With my luck, the new neighbors will probably have some nine year old girly girl who wants to play Barbies. I don't need another Camille in the town. One baby sister was enough for me.

My mom looked down at me as we walked across the street. "It's a boy this time," she said, practically reading my mind.

I silently thanked her. We have enough girls in our neighborhood- Cami, Jo, Stephanie and a bunch of others whose names I don't know and don't care to know either. But whenever I see them, they always blush and giggle at me.

Faster than I thought, we were standing in front of a nice little brick house with a bright blue door. My mom rang the doorbell and I waited anxiously to see who would answer.

It was a girl. But an adult girl. She looked nice. Long, dark hair, brown eyes, smiling face.

"Hello," she said sweetly. She looked at the casserole. "My, that looks delicious. Please, come on in." She opened the door wider so me and mom could come in. "I think Logan is excited to meet you."

I saw a rather tall, but obviously young, boy come down the carpeted stairs. The first thing that popped into my head when I saw him was 'nerd.' He had a medical journal in his hands. The second thing that popped into my head was 'friendly.' He smiled at me and shook my hand without his mom telling him to.

"Hi!" he said cheerfully. "I'm Logan."

I looked down at his hand. Do ten year olds usually shake other ten year olds' hands? I wasn't sure what to do so I just shook his hand back and muttered my name to him.

I didn't know it then, but as it turns out, Logan and I had a lot in common…. Besides the whole medical journal thing.

I was snapped out of my flashback by someone tackling me to the ground. Logan. I need to stop daydreaming, it's getting me into trouble.

We both collapsed on the ground and I fumbled my stick and the puck. James and Carlos came up to us and (while Carlos was laughing at my epic failure) James happily walked up and whacked it into the goal.

"Hey," Carlos called out to him. "That's not fair!"

James smirked at him. "It is to fair," he said. "Clumsy Kendall here," he pointed at me, "fumbled with the damn puck again, and I, being my wonderful self, hit it and scored the winning goal. HA!"

I wasn't exactly paying attention to my gloating, self-centered brother. I had a bit of a um… situation. Logan was still on top of me in an awkward position and my pants had suddenly gotten tighter, if ya know what I mean….

This has been happening to me for the past few weeks. I've been having these… weird feelings about him. I mean, he's gay and we're all ok with that, but I'M not gay. It's probably just a phase or something, I'll get over it. It was just puberty messing with my hormones and all that stuff… Right?

My pants loosened up as Logan got off of me. He lowered his hand to me and I gladly took it, hoisting myself up.

"Y'know, Carlos," I said, hoping I wasn't blushing enough to make it noticeable underneath my already red and sweaty face. "What James did was actually completely legal. You just weren't smart enough to do it yourself."

James and I bumped fists while Carlos just glared at us. He turned to Logan and said, "Wasn't that illegal?"

Logan shook his head. "Sorry. Completely legal."

"Whatever," Carlos grumbled. "You guys suck."

James laughed. "Oh, no," he said. "I don't suck… But I'm not so sure about this one over here," he said, pointing to Logan. It took me a little while to get what he was saying.

Yeah, sometimes we tease each other and sometimes we tease Logan about his sexuality and sometimes he teases us about liking girls. No feeling were ever hurt, it was just the way we interacted with each other.

Logan stared off into space with a bored expression, as if he didn't know he was being spoken to. Then he suddenly snapped his head toward James and looked at him with a fake shocked look. "Oh I'm sorry, were you talking to me?" he asked. "I thought you were talkin' to your mom over there."

"Ouch Logie," James said, feigning hurt. "That one hurt me. Right here." He pointed to his heart.

"You see," Carlos said, casually throwing his arm around Logan's shoulder, though with some difficulty because Carlos was rather short compared to Logan. Everyone was short compared to Logan. "This is why I chose Logan to be on my team. He has the best comebacks. That's why we're the better team."

I piped up now. "If you're the better team, then how come wejust won, hmm?"

"Uh," Carlos said, looking around. "No comment."

Smirking, James said, "Exactly. Me and my bro are the best… when he can hold on to the puck."

I just shook my head and looked at my now grass stained watch. It was nearly eleven. Curfew was half past eleven. Not wanting mom to freak out, I turned to James and said, "Hey, we better get going. Mom will be pissed if we break curfew…like we did on Wednesday."

"Wednesday was not my fault," James pointed out.

All three of us gave him a look. "James, you forgot to fill up the car and we broke down," I said.

"Yeah," Carlos joined in. "My mom almost killed me."

"Not to mention, you just absolutely had to pee so we stopped at that sketchy convenience store," Logan added.

"And you came back twenty minutes later with the owner screaming at you," I said.

"And two girls, who I assume were hookers, hanging on your arm," Carlos finished.

James was silent for a minute, thinking this over. "Well," he finally said. "It's not my fault the ladies throw themselves at me."

Groaning, I grabbed his elbow and steered him in the direction of our house. "I'll see you guys Monday," I called back to Carlos and Logan.

And then something really weird happened. We all did those 'guy hugs' to say bye. You know those ones where you shake hands and then pull in to slap each other on the back? Well, when Logan and I did that, I shivered. It wasn't even cold out. Just the way he touched me made me want to give him a real hug. Just to see what it felt like. But, I didn't. That would cause some serious questions that I didn't want to answer, to come up. Logan must have noticed my shiver because he raised his eyebrow and gave me a look before turning away and walking to his house.

I decided to just shrug it off and go home. Maybe all I needed was some sleep…

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Lacey