I watched the first episode with James recently, and I thought 'why not, the two are complete opposites'. It's from Logan's POV. You may find it a bit OOC. Sorry for all the mistakes. Orthography and punctuation are bitches. Warnings: slash and swearing.

I don't own Zoey 101.

I looked stunned at two boys kissing. This was just unacceptable. And kind of extremely hilarious.

Earlier that day

We were sitting in my room lazing around. I invited my friends to my house for summer vacation. The school ended and now we were trying to not lose contact. I figured it was the best way.

I observed those funny creatures. Michael was snuggling with his girlfriend on my bed. Chase and Zoey were eating popcorn. Quin, Lola and James were arguing loudly over something. This scene kind of left a warm feeling in my chest. Omg, I sound like such a girl.

Anyway, Zoey got an idea to practice arm wrestling. For a lack of better things to do it was accepted.

Lola and Quin wrestled first on a small picnic table. Quin won, being the rougher of the two.

Then Zoey and Chase tried. Of course Chase let his girlfriend win, how manly of him.

The time for James and Michael came. Their strength was equal. Unexpectedly the table broke under their pressure. They both flew in each other's direction and connected in a very inappropriate way.

Back to the previous time

It was not a simple peck on the lips. They unfortunately opened their mouths from surprise. Sick, open-mouthed kiss! I forgot to add accidental. James upper lip was bruised. Quin and Lola quickly took him to the washroom to clean him up and stop the bleeding. Michael seemed to break for a while. Lisa came to him and he got back his mind and started laughing.

Personally I don't think he should be amused. From others point of view it could be described as funny. But he was the one kissed by the guy. Even if this was an accident.

~~%~~

Several days passed. No one, aside from me, seemed to mind what happened that day. I know I shouldn't either. And it wasn't even me that got kissed. I was just a by-stander.

But from that time things changed. I couldn't talk to James alone and tried to not touch him no matter what. It bothered me greatly. Was I disgusted by my own friend? It's not like he was gay.

Not surprisingly others noticed my strange behavior. I used to like James. He had a calming effect on people and I was said to have anger issues.

Zoey and Chase tried to talk to me. I was stubbornly insisting that there was nothing wrong. They didn't believe me of course.

~~%~~

Someone knocked on my door. I was surprised, because we had been on a trip today and everyone should be too tired to do something aside from sleeping.

When I opened my door I took a step back from fear. There he was, the tall, blond boy, with a calm face and twinkling intelligent eyes. My heart was beating painfully from nervousness. He might be mad at me. The idea seemed stupid when it came to James. Ha was peaceful as a rock.

He made his way into my room without invitation.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he asked. His voice might be controlled, but his eyes wore the signs of agitation.

"I'm not avoiding you. I'm just busy" I said gulping.

"And what exactly are you busy with?" he looked at me expectantly. I was silent.

"Logan" he sighted, resignation written all over his face "I'm not stupid. You've been this way since we were practicing arm wrestling. But I still don't understand what happened that made you avoid me." He sat heavily on my bed.

"How can you not be moved by it? You kissed a guy, you should be more bothered." I was aware my voice was trembling and just above a whisper.

He looked at me with fake surprise. He must have known what affected me from the beginning.

"So that's what you were worried about. Sorry to pinpoint but that isn't really your problem. And aside from this Michael is my friend. It was just like kissing a cat or something."

"But I still can't accept …"

And my sentence was cut. By lips. Bruised lips of the fucking blond. He moved so quickly the impact pushed me against the desk.

It lasted only about four seconds. When he moved back he looked at me with those twinkling eyes of his.

"You see?" he asked still bend to my level of eye sight. I bared my teeth in anger.

"Get out!" I said pushing him off of me. He looked at me in a stubborn way, but went out.

I slammed the door loudly. For a while I heard his footsteps. When it was gone I run to my bed. I laid on my back. I couldn't stop myself and touched my lips. It was warm, just like the rest of my body. I smiled bitterly under my fingers. 'Just like kissing a cat', huh?

~~%~~

I woke up in an extremely bad humor. I didn't get much sleep. And on top of that I stumbled upon a person I didn't want to see most in the world. In a towel. Only a towel bundled loosely on his hips. Water was dripping from his hair and wandered lazily over his torso.

"Good morning" he said with a smirk.

I looked at him angrily and barked 'morning'.

I already decided I won't avoid him anymore. Last time it didn't end up well. But that didn't mean I had to be nice to him.

"I forgot to take my clothes with me." He said happily.

"I don't care" I said gloomily.

It didn't seem to get to him as he started a conversation with me. And, yes, his almost naked body didn't seem to be as problematic for him as it was for me.

Chase accidentally rescued me from this situation. At last I thought so at the beginning. He was riding a bike in the hallway. I wanted to shout at him for ruining my beautiful floor, but he had a problem with stopping. I managed to duck but James didn't have that much luck.

Chase brushed him and he landed on a wall, while Chase felt out of the bike.

This scene played itself in my head over an over again. James getting pushed on a wall. When his head connected with the hard surface, he uttered a painful yelp and a look of pure hurt adored his features. He sat on the floor, head in his hands.

Chase was completely terrified.

"I going for the doctor!" he shouted and run faster then ever before. I was wondering if he even knew where my personal doctor was.

I sighted. He left me with that injured creature. I looked at him. Half of his face was hidden under his fringe. His hands were still clutching his head desperately, and his body was tensed.

I kneed in front of him.

"Are you ok?" I asked. I guess it was a stupid question, but I just wanted to know if his mind's all right.

"Do I look like I'm okay?" he asked. His voice was trembling.

"I suppose no. Look at me when you're talking." I said sternly.

He lifted his head. Tears were blinking in his eyes. His mouth was formed in a thin, sour line.

He seemed partly embarrassed, partly overwhelmed by pain.

"Where does it hurt?" I asked a little too gentle for my liking.

"Fucking everywhere" he said smiling a little.

"Does your head spin? Do you want to throw up? Do…"

"Logan" he stopped me. "I'm okay"

I didn't believe him. He was very pale, looking on a verge of fainting. He closed his eyes.

"James!" I shouted "Don't you dare to black out!"

He opened his eyes annoyed "I'm tired".

He looked at me with hope. But I wasn't gonna just let him sleep. Then he tightened his hands and closed his eyes in a sudden jolt of pain.

It killed me. Too much sadistic perversion in one day. My hand shot to touch his face. I was really close to doing that.

"Doctor, he's here!" I abruptly took my hand back, hearing Chase.

Chase helped James stand up. His towel slid down. I didn't manage to look away in time, earning me a full view of his ass.

~~%~~

Luckily his brain wasn't damaged. I really wanted to avoid him. But I couldn't. He would do something extremely stupid probably.

It wasn't easy on me. Whenever we touched by chance, my body seemed to stop listening to me.

Once he wanted to pat a snake in my mini-zoo and I grabbed his wrist involuntary. I was kind of amazed how my dark skin stood out in compression to his milky white. Such a beautiful contrast. Lola got me out of my musings. James wasn't the only one trying to touch dangerous animals…

~~%~~

We had a month of vacation past ourselves. That day started peacefully, which meant not normal. I didn't hear any strange noises, didn't see anyone. I found them outside, playing basketball. But James was absent. I figured he's probably still in bed.

It was nearing four pm and I still didn't see James. He wasn't in his room, or anywhere in the house. He just disappeared.

I asked everyone about his whereabouts. Finally I got some useful piece of information. Michael said he went to the lake. It was like three hours walk from here.

I took my scooter and went to search for him.

~~%~~

Finding him was fairly easy. He laid on the grass, his head rested on a tree in the shadow. Sunbeams flickered across the leafs and made his hair look like gold. He seemed relaxed, observing swans and ducks swimming in the lake.

"Hay" I said, startling him. He looked at me with that eyes. Suddenly I knew perfectly why I came looking for him.

"Hay" he said with uncertainness.

"Why are you here alone?"

"I wanted some time to think."

"Couldn't you think in my house?" I said a little irritated "And what exactly do you want to think about"

He went silent. I knew he was not going to answer my question.

"Are you still mad at me?" he asked looking everywhere aside from me.

"Yes" I hissed.

"Why? Because I kissed you?" he said, seeming emotionless.

"Of course. And you said that it's like 'kissing a cat'"

"I said that about Michael, not you"

"But…"

"Than what should I've said!" he shouted unexpectedly and hid his eyes under his fringe.

"Should I've said that I love you? That I couldn't let go of the occasion with such a good excuse?"

I looked at him, shocked. He stood up and walked past me.

When I shook out of my state, there was already quite a big gap between us. I've sat on my scooter and rode in his direction.

"You're such s coward!" I shouted to him.

"Don't want to hear that from you!" he shouted right back.

We argued like that till I caught up with him. I left my scooter and started walking after him.

"Stop!" I shouted.

"I don't think so!"

Okay, I was seriously pissed. I took a tiny rock from the ground and threw it at him. It hit him in the head. But it worked, he stopped. An angry fire could be seen in his eyes.

"How can you throw things at me! I was recently injured, remember?"

"I don't give a damn" and just like that I cut the gap between us to zero. His lips are kinda plump, like a girl's.

I must say I was rather pleased, when I saw his surprised face.

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