o-o this is my first chaptered story! (So.. it will probably be the worst/ and it will have cliff hangers bigger then someone dangling someone off the grand canyon.) And another thing! I thought I'd never do a cut fic, because I know people who cut/ have cut themselves before. But! I can have alot of fun with this fic. Here we go :3

Warning! Self harm beyond this point. Slash alert! male on male dating (and sexual content in later chapters) possibly some beatings.

Special thanks to new reviewers!: 2 kool 2 spell 'kool' right, OptimisticallyHeartbroken, BTR-aholic, Mia Q, CheekyBrunette, and redvelvetcupcakelove

(there are some who reviewed my newer fics that reviewed my older ones! you know who you are :3) You all helped me! heres my special thanks to YOU!

flashback!:

Logan walked through the door of apartment 2J. He quickly ran over to his boyfriend James and sat beside him on the couch.

As soon as Logan sat on the couch. He knew something was wrong. James' face was flushed. "J-James?" Logan asked, leaning over to James. James pulled away.

"Logan.." He said. Logan didn't say anything, but his eyes said "Go on, James."

"I think it'd be better for us.." Started James. Logan already had tears forming in his eyes. "If we saw other people." He ended, hugging Logan. Logan was about to hug back, but James pulled away.

"I'll see you later." He said, getting of the couch. Logan was in tears. He got up and muttered an inaudible good-bye, and ran to the bathroom.

End of flashback!

That's how this started. That's what got Logan cutting himself. He hated the pain of it all. He wanted his body to feel the pain his heart was.

He opened the cabinet under the sink, and grabbed the razor that was taped to the top of the cabinet's interior.

He lifted up his shirt to reveal a dozen cuts. Exactly. He would be certain to not have to many, that way people could over look some of them. But he had to cut himself. He needed to.

He took the shirt off and pressed the razor to the his abs. "No, not there. Someone will hug you and press there. You'll squeck and off you go." He thought to himself.

He pressed the razor to his wrist. "Now you're being stupid, Logan. You'd have to wear long sleeved shirts for months." He thought to himself again.

He settled for his side again. "Everyone's taller then me anyway, except for Carlos, but he doesnt hug people." He reasoned, pressing the razor to his side and pressing down slightly.

He didnt want to press to hard, he didnt want to bleed out. He thought everything through. But even a cut this shallow did it. He was bleeding, and it felt great.

He sighed after about thirty seconds in. Thats when it started to sting. He quickly grabbed the Bactine, sprayed his small wound, and dressed it. He put his shirt back on and walked out of the bathroom.

He walked into the room he and Carlos shared and realised. "I left the razor out!" He ran back to the bathroom and started frantically beating on the door.

A familiar voice called out. "One second!" It was Carlos. Logan calmed himself down after hearing the voice. Carlos had the attention span of a squirrel, even if he did see the razor, he'd forget about it after he was done using the restroom. He was wrong.

The door slightly opened and an arm flew out, pulling him in.

Carlos looked angry. "What's this?" He said, holding up Logan's four inch razor blade. He hadn't even cleaned it.

Logan bowed his head, silent tears falling. "Well, it was nice living here." he thought. Carlos hugged him close.

Logan winced and pulled back slightly. "C-cuts.." He said. Carlos loosened his grip.

"You're to cute to cut your self." Said Carlos, burying his head into Logan's shoulder.

Logan coughed and pulled away. "C-Cute?" He said, blushing. Tears still falling.

Carlos nodded and hugged Logan again. "We need to talk about this." He whispered.

Logan was about to nod, but he felt faint. He fell into Carlos' arms.

Carlos smiled. The boy below him was once frowning, but now he had a small smile on his face. He picked up the small boy and carried him to their room.

A few hours later;

Logan sat up and looked around the room. He calmed down when he realised he was in his and Carlos' room.

"Well, isnt he nice?" thought Logan. For the first time in six months- the time of the breakup- he didnt want to cut himself.

He got up and started walking to the door.

He was about to turn the knob on the door when he heard russling of covers. "L-Logan?" Said Carlos, rubbing his eyes.

Logan sighed. "Here." He said, and walked over to Carlos, sitting at the end of the bed.

"Want to talk about it now?" Asked Carlos, sitting up.

"Sure. Turn on the lamp." Said Logan, crossing his legs on to bed.

When the lamp came on, Carlos giggled. Logan didn't brush his hair yet and it was all over the place.

Logan could only join him, because when Carlos took off his helmet that he slept in, his hair was just as bad.

The mood quickly turned. "Why do you cut yourself?" Asked Carlos, who was now frowning.

Logan mimicked his frown. "Uh.." He started. "I'm just sad. It's the only way I can calm down."

Before Carlos could say another word, Logan quickly said. "C-Carlos?"

Carlos scooted closer and replied. "Hm?"

Logan blushed and looked down at his lap. "D-did you mean it.. When you said I w-was.. Cute?" He said.

Carlos deep frown turned into a smirk. "Yes. Yes I did. Logan, it hurts to see you sad." He said, hugging Logan tight.

When Carlos pulled away, Logan replied. "T-thanks."

Carlos dropped his head and whispered something Logan couldnt hear.

"What?" Said Logan, leaning closer to Carlos.

"W-would you like to go out.. On a d-date?" Asked Carlos, looking up into Logan's deep, deep brown eyes.

? Woah! what a cliff hanger! (not really.) I just like to give people somethin to think about o-o. So! here's chapter one. Chapter one should be up by May 22, 2012.. But everyone has something unexpected happen at one point ._.