A/N Hey everybody! So it's the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep, so I decided what better time to write. I opened up all my documents to decide which story I wanted to update when I realized: All of my stories are too complicated sometimes, especially for late night writing excursions. I have been craving some cute, innocent, Logie whump. I'm talking pent up emotions and sickness and bromance. What can be better than that? I hope you all love this
Takes place in Minnesota. The boys are 16, not too long before they moved to LA.
Enjoy!
Brown fluffy hair that was short and spiky.
Big, innocent doe-like brown eyes that twinkled when the beholder laughed, and shone wet with heart-breaking tears when he was sad.
A navy-blue hoodie covering his skinny, small build that was probably two sizes too big and belonged to a best friend.
Pale fingers trembling around a half-empty soda can as he struggled to keep in his tears.
This described the lone figure sitting in the far corner of the cafeteria in a small high school located in the cold, gusty state of Minnesota. The shrill sounds of the school bell rang through the overly crowded room and as the dozens of teenagers filed out of the room in a hurry, it was no doubt that the lone figure was lost deep in thought, a crease lining his usually smooth forehead and tears brimming under his eyes, threatening to spill over and give him away of the emotions he had been hiding for several days now.
He normally didn't sit alone. Despite his tiny stature and the fact that he was, well, a nerd, he had three best friends on his hockey team, and most of the school actually liked him. He was quiet, sweet, and good-looking. There wasn't much not to like. His reserved personality and quiet humor was refreshing and people loved him for it. But right now, he couldn't stand to be around any of his friends right now, in fears that he would burst into tears at any moment.
It had been three days since he had found out the news, not that he hadn't seen it coming. After all the countless nights he was forced awake all night to listen to their fighting. The spiteful, immature words they spat at each other and the way they both acted as if he was their property only and not the others… It was maddening. It was heartbreaking. And he knew the "D"-word had been a very long time coming. But still, it stung like a slap in the face when he heard it. The two adults hadn't even bothered telling him in a gentle manner. Logan found out the hard way when he had opened the front door after an exhausting day of school and hockey practices. His father pushed right past him as he opened the wooden door, nearly knocking him over, with an angry gleam in his eye. He looked at his son and, even though his features softened a bit at the sight of his only child, his voice still remained strong, booming, and even a bit scary as he yelled back into the house that "It was over, they were getting divorced." And that was it, the father left his confused and frightened young son alone on the front porch with the sounds of his mother sobbing in the house…
"Logan? Hey Logan, you with us buddy?"
Logan Mitchel blinked several times and pushed away the hand that was a blur of movement waving in front of him, making him dizzy. He looked up to see his best friends Carlos, James and Kendall staring at him as if he joined a loony bin.
"What, guys?" Logan asked. He didn't mean to sound so irritated, but he was in the midst of reflecting on the events of the past few days and really wanted to be left alone.
"Well, for starters, you weren't at our usual table eating lunch with us," Kendall said, pointing to their usual spot in the middle of the cafeteria where they always ate lunch. "You haven't touched a bite of food on your plate, and the bell rang four minutes ago and you're still just sitting here, staring at your soda can. So, what's up?"
Logan shook his head at his blonde best friend and stood up, grabbing his back pack off the floor and swinging the heavy bag onto his shoulders. "We better get to class, we're late."
Logan gulped when the trio blocked his way and looked at each other skeptically, then turned back to face him with eyebrows raised. He sighed with relief when Kendall agreed with Logan and told James and Carlos to hurry up and head to class. However, Kendall stayed a few steps behind the other two boys with Logan and swung his arm around the small brunet's shoulders.
"Are you okay, Logan? You have been so quiet this week and you've never blown us off for lunch before. Your eyes look kind of red. I just want to make sure you haven't been crying or anything like that…"
"No, I'm fine Kendall," Logan assured him, flashing him a brief, fake smile. Inside he was kicking himself. Of course, his eyes always gave him away. Whenever he would so much as tear up a little, they would get puffy underneath and red-rimmed, like a little kids would.
"You'd tell us if something was up, right?" Kendall asked, his tone of voice a bit stern. He learned a long time ago that he had to be a bit more persuasive with Logan then he had to be with the others. Carlos and James were like open books and sometimes could be a little bit too dramatic. They had no problem with unleashing their emotions on Kendall. But Logan was a different story. He was shy and had a habit of hiding everything, even though he had no reason to distrust his friends. They never took offense to this. They all understood that Logan was a lot more guarded than the rest of them and accepted it. But Kendall always rose to the challenge to break the armor Logan put around his heart.
"Of course," Logan said easily. He felt like he was lying to Kendall, but he just couldn't find the courage to open up about what had been happening in his home life.
That afternoon was more hockey practice for a big game that was coming up soon. Logan hadn't said a word since his exchange with Kendall at lunch, and was now channeling all of his anger while practicing his swing shots. He brought his hockey stick back and swung with all of his force when he thought of his dad leaving that day after making his mom cry. When it hit the puck with a loud crack and sailed towards the net, he thought of the way his mom had been all but ignoring him to spend all day at her real estate office to escape her reality these past few weeks. In the midst of all fighting, she had seemed to forget that she still had a son who needed her, and only talked to him to get on his case about his grades if they weren't all perfect A's.
"Yo James, I think Logan's scaring me," Carlos commented as he skated towards his tall, brunet friend, who was combing his hair with his lucky comb even though he was about to put on his hockey helmet anyway. "The poor goalie, he can't even keep up with his shots. If he plays like this at the big game, we'll definitely win."
"Kendall said he's hiding something and I think he's right," James said, securely fastening his helmet to protect "The Face."
"I say we have a little talk with Logan tonight after practice," Kendall said as he tied his laces. "Something's wrong. I think he was crying earlier, guys."
"Logan was crying?" Carlos asked sadly, looking over to his smart friend, who continued to shoot puck after puck at the goalie, who looked like he was ready to just give up. He hated to think that Logan had been crying, especially all alone with nobody to cheer him up.
Halfway through practice, Logan was beginning to feel worn-out. He blamed it on over-exerting himself during his swing-shots. Kendall, who was the team captain, shouted a command to Logan, but he hardly even registered it. He just wiped at his dripping nose distractedly right when a hard, heavy body smacked into his shoulder and sent him to the cold ice.
"Agghh," Logan groaned out in pain, holding his shoulder as white-hot pain coursed through it.
"Logan! Are you alright?" James asked, skating over to him quickly and setting his head in his lap, immediately looking for a concussion even though he wasn't really checked that hard and he had a helmet on.
"Y-yeah," he said dazedly. Maybe he had hit his head a little bit…
"Logan, I'm so sorry! Are you ok?" The larger boy who checked him asked. Logan waved him off.
"I'm fine guys," he said, a bit annoyed as he tried to sit up on his own. He felt a little dizzy though.
Kendall and Carlos skated across the rink and were at his side now, assessing his injuries, as well as the coach. Logan blushed with all this attention going on. It made him feel awkward.
"Guys seriously, the worst I have is a bruised shoulder," Logan said. "I don't have a concussion or broken bones. He didn't even hit me that hard. Can we just continue?"
"No Logan," the coach said. "I think we've had enough practice for today, you're looking a bit pale. Hit the showers boys. Logan, rest up, we need you for the big game, got it?"
"Yes coach," Logan said, his cheeks burning red. He couldn't help but feel ashamed. If he had just been paying attention to Kendall…
James and Carlos heaved Logan to his feet. They took off their skating gear and untied their skates, which Logan felt a bit grateful for. He was feeling pretty tired out and wanted to go home and lie down for a bit.
"Hey, how about we all play 'Attack of Pumpkin Face; Rise of The Squashes' at my house" Kendall offered, winking at James and Carlos. Even though playing video games at Kendall's house after school was a normal, today it was a ploy to get Logan to open up.
"Nah guys, I think I'm gonna head home," Logan said, scratching the back of his neck while ignoring their fallen looks. "Mom needs me there for something, I don't really know…" Logan began gathering his things. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
"You aren't going to ride the bus?" James asked. Logan shook his head. He wouldn't be able to hold in his tears for an hour-long bus ride, and besides that, he felt like he was going to fall asleep at any moment.
"Are you sure? It's cold out," Kendall said, concerned. It was mid-November and temperatures were falling. Usually starting late-October the boys were forced to take the bus home no matter how uncomfortable, loud or stifling it was.
"Yeah, it's good, man. It's not too cold out. I gotta hurry," Logan lied. He gave Carlos a fist bumped and quickly headed out of the school, leaving his friends dumbfounded.
It was quite cold walking home from school. It was a twenty minute walk and Logan's nose was freezing and dripping by the time he arrived home. His bones were sore, he shivered a bit, and he could feel the start of a headache coming on.
"Lovely," Logan thought to himself as he walked into the warmth of his house and pinched the bridge of his nose. He took off his coat and shoes and let his bags fall off his shoulder and to the floor before trudging up the brown carpeted stairs to his small bedroom, where he collapsed onto his quilt-covered bed. The tears Logan had been holding in all day were finally free to escape his weary eyes, and he cried in a curled-up heap like this until he fell asleep.
A/N So what do you think so far? Get ready for some siccy Logan and bromance coming up next Please review! It makes me feel happy. I like to be happy.