AN: I know I am really horrible for neglecting my other fics for months now and I'm sorry. I was killed by college work but came back to life after finals only to be massacred again during the holidays. So to make it up to you and instead of working on my older fics, I present you with a new one. This will only be 4 chapters so it will be done. Sorry again for my hiatus status. Please review and tell me what you think of the story or you can just call me a bitch for being a douche of a writer or whatever. Enjoy.
"So, tomorrow? Mall? Maybe lunch and a movie?" asked Kendall but more of a statement, his tone edged with a bit of finality giving no room for arguments.
"Su-sure," stuttered the brunette shyly through the phone in an almost inaudible whisper. "I'd love to."
"By the way Logie," began Kendall.
"Yes?" answered Logan more of a squeaked, before exaggerating a cough in desperate need to salvage his masculinity.
Kendall chuckled having caught the embarrassing high pitched sounded that emitted from the brunette. He could imagine Logan's shocked expression, eyes widened, mouth slightly agape, cheeks flushed, the tips of his ears reddening cutely. "I have some errands for my mom before that so you'll have to drive yourself there," he finished.
"Sure, no problem," replied the brunette. "And Kendall?" he added timidly, trailing off, waiting for the blondes response.
"What is it Logie?" he urged.
"Can we go to the bookstore?" Logan asked. "I wanted to buy this book, well more like 3 books to read but if you don't want to we don't have to. You know what, never mind, forget I asked," he rambled on.
"Logan," said Kendall chanting the other's name through the phone to get the frantic brunette to stop.
"You just said lunch and movie so yeah, no bookstore. I don't really need those books anyway. I can jus-," continued Logan, unable to hear his own name being repeatedly said as his mind and lips raced to finish a marathon of words.
"LOGAN! LOGIE-BEAR!" practically yelled Kendall knowing the nickname would halt the continuous string of words currently barreling through his boyfriends lips.
"Wha-uh," mumbled Logan incoherently snapping out of his incessant rambling.
"It's fine Logie. We can go to the bookstore and grab your books," assured Kendall.
"Are you sure?" asked Logan.
"Yes," reassured him again. "Its fine but if I'm running late, you can just go buy it instead of waiting for me."
"Sure but," hesitantly protested Logan.
"But?" echoed the blonde in slight amusement knowing exactly where the conversation was heading.
What comes through the phone, Kendall could only describe as a series of disjointed language from a person that's suffering from a recent attack by a taser, having spastic seizures on the floor.
"Didn't catch that," snickered Kendall.
"IsaidIkindawnatedustogotoget her," repeated Logan in rapid speech.
"Logie, I can barely understand you. How am I suppose to know what you're saying if you don't talk like a normal person," teased the blonde.
Logan let out an exasperated groan like talking itself was the most atrocious activity known to man.
"I said," he articulated more clearly, "I kinda wanted us to go together."
"I know you do," grinned Kendall.
"Then why did you make me say it," he whined.
"I just wanted you to say it," Kendall chuckled.
"I don't like you anymore," pouted Logan.
"Aww, don't be like that Logie. It's just nice to know that it's not just my body that you like," teased Kendall.
"As amazing as your body is, I happen to like everything about you, even your weird little quirks that seem to either impress or distress everyone you meet," admitted Logan quite boldly.
"I like everything about you too," said Kendall, returning the compliment.
"Good," mumbled Logan, exceptionally pleased with himself.
"So," began Kendall with a devious smirk, not that Logan could see.
"Hmm," replied the other, ignorantly bathing in his currently bliss of a mood.
"You think my body's amazing," bluntly stated the blonde.
He burst in laughter when he heard a muffled thud, most likely to be Logan's forehead colliding with his well used desk.
"I-I-I didn't say amazing," denied the brunette.
"I get that you think my body's amazing but which is your favorite?" questioned the blonde.
Logan groaned. "Kendall, we are not having this conversation," he demanded.
"Oh come on Logie, entertain me for a bit," urged Kendall.
"No," whined Logan.
"How about I tell you about my favorites?" suggested Kendall. "I think your body's amazing too."
"KENDALL!" shrieked Logan.
"Like your lips, that pout, I just want to kiss, lick, and bite it till it plump and red," Kendall whispered sensually. "I wouldn't mind those lips of yours being put to work either," he moaned, licking his lips as his imagination ran wild.
"Ke-kendall, s-stop," Logan stuttered, his breath hitching.
"Is that really what you want Logie?" asked Kendall.
"S-stop," he stuttered again.
"As sweet as they are, nothing can compare to-"
"N-no!" interrupted Logan. "Kendall, we are not having phone s-sex. My parents are next door," he hissed.
"Have a little sense of thrill Logie," replied Kendall.
"I'm dating you aren't I?" mumbled Logan in reply.
"Sassy, I like that. Such a turn on," moaned Kendall.
"Good night Kendall."
"No, don't go. I'm so horny Logie," whined Kendall.
"Good night Kendall," said Logan with finality before hanging up the phone.
-Page Break-
Kendall sprinted through the parking lot at a break neck pace after a rigorous morning of errands driving back and forth from point A to point B at Mrs. Knight's command. Kendall loves his mother but that woman can sometimes be overbearing and so here he was extremely late to the mall.
While running, dodging mall goers here and there, he reached for his phone to call Logan. Semi-distracted from looking at his screen, he collided quite roughly with an unsuspecting gentleman. The two ended up on the floor, phones skidding along the floor. Kendall scrambled for his before turning back to the person who he unfortunately collided with and was shocked to see that it was Logan.
"Logan," he exclaimed helping him up.
"Sheesh, are you that excited to see me?" asked Logan with a smug grin, dusting his dark skinny jeans.
"Only everyday," he replied back. "I thought you were gonna wait for me at Starbucks?"
"I was gonna ask you the same thing. You said you were waiting for me there," Logan answered, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
"Oh well," shrugged Kendall and the two started to walk.
"You look different," observed Logan.
"How so?" Kendall asked not exactly sure what Logan means. As far as he knew, he didn't do anything special or different.
"Your clothes are a bit different and you seem to be more, I know don't, confident?"
"Different? I should be asking you the same thing," said Kendall after assessing what Logan was wearing. Gone was the dorky yet adorable sweater vest over a button down shirt. Instead, Logan was sporting a stylish jacket over graphic tee.
"I always dress like this," he answered a bit confused as to why Logan would think that.
"You do?" asked the brunette in disbelief. "And what's wrong with what I'm wearing? Doesn't it look cool?"
"Yeah it's cool but its just not, you know, you," he said truthfully.
"Not me?" whispered Logan, not loud enough for the blonde to hear, eyebrows scrunched up in puzzlement.
"Oh yeah, what do you want to do first, eat lunch or go to the bookstore?" Kendall asked, deciding to ignore the bewilderment and changed the subject.
"Bookstore?" questioned the brunette. "Why the bookstore?"
Kendall looked at Logan like he was insane. "Uh, because you wanted to go," he answered back.
"Did I?" asked the brunette.
"We just talked about this yesterday," Kendall cried out. "How could you not remember?"
"I remember us talking but I don't remember anything about a bookstore. I know I asked you to eat lunch and watch a movie but I didn't say anything about going to the bookstore. In fact, you wanted to go to that music store to get new strings for your guitar," reminded the brunette.
"Guitar strings? Why would I buy guitar strings? I don't own a guitar," barked Kendall.
Logan's head snapped to the blondes. "You don't own a guitar?" exclaimed the brunette in vexation. "You own 4 different models," he countered.
"No I do not. Four hockey sticks yeah, but not guitars," explained Kendall. "And I remember that it was me who asked you to lunch and a movie," insisted Kendall, emphasizing his initiative in this outing.
"What is wrong with you today?" asked Logan in bafflement. "First, you weren't waiting at Starbucks, then the clothes, then the guitar, and now you're telling me that it was you who planned today? You are acting extremely bizarre right now," he ranted.
"Why are you the one saying all that? I should be the one saying all of that? Since when do you wear this," Kendall said gesturing to Logan's uncharacteristic clothing, "and since when do you not remember something? You remember everything!" ranted Kendall back.
"Oh shit!" boomed Logan.
"Dude, you just swore," exclaimed Kendall.
"Don't you see what's going on?" asked Logan gesturing between the two of them.
"You never swear," panicked Kendall, clearly not over the fact that a profanity escaped his Logie's sweet lips.
"Are you Kendall?" asked Logan in a whisper.
"Of course I'm Kendall," cried Kendall in frustration. "I'm Kendall and you're Logan, my boyfriend."
Then, Kendall's eye's widened in fear as realization sunk in. What if the bookstore wasn't the only thing that Logan has forgotten?
"You are my boyfriend right?" he whispered anxiously.
"I know I have a boyfriend named Kendall, yes," responded the brunette.
Kendall sighed in relief.
"I said I have a boyfriend named Kendall but I don't mean you," elaborated Logan.
"Not me? How can it be not me?" remarked Kendall. "Okay Logan, if this is some kind of a sick joke, you can stop. I didn't even know you could be this cruel. It's like I don't even know you anymore."
"Kendall focus," snapped Logan. "I need you to tell me your name."
"You already know my name. You just said it," the blonde grunted.
"I mean your full name," demanded Logan.
"Seriously Logan, what the hell is going on and why the hell are you asking me to say my full name?" he roared, his level of anger reaching new levels.
"Jesus fucking Christ Kendall, just say your god damn name," sneered Logan.
"Kendall Donald Knight," hissed Kendall with as much intensity.
"Fuck!" thundered Logan.
"The fuck with this, I'm out," fumed Kendall as he tried to storm away from the infuriating brunette.
Before he could even take three steps, Logan grab a hold of his arm and rooted him in place.
"Let go," protested the blonde but the brunette wouldn't let up.
"Kendall wait, don't you see," began Logan. "I'm not your boyfriend. Yes I'm Logan but not your Logan, he explained.
"Excuse me? How can you not be him? You look exactly like him," he pointed out.
"And you look exactly like my boyfriend, Kendall Francis Schmidt," Logan clarified.
Kendall's eyes widened as the piece finally fell in the right places.
"You're not Logan Mitchell are you?" asked Kendall.
"No but I am Logan Henderson who apparently looks like him," chuckled Logan nervously.
"Fuck," deadpans Kendall.
"Yeah, fuck," repeated Logan.
AN: I really hope this wasn't horrible. This is the first time that I wrote something in ages so I might be a bit rusty. I like the idea of this story though so hopefully I don't butcher the crap out of it. I might take it down later for editing or rewriting. I just really wanted to put something out there. Like always stay nerdy.