Logan - The Swiss Army Romance

Sleep with all the sheets off. Baring your mattress. Baring your soul.

It was a hot night in Los Angeles. He was stripped down to his boxers, sheets messily kicked down to the end of the bed. He stared up at the ceiling, watching the fan spin counter clockwise as it failed to cool the room. Things felt so foreign to Logan. Maybe the heat was getting to him, but he would be lying if he said he didn't often feel out of place here.

LA was definitely different than what he was used to. Minnesota was cold and icy. Heat was a comfort instead of a burden. Heat and warmth was something to be cherished and shared with a loved one like a cup of hot cocoa, not something that made you miserable and lose sleep.

Logan sometimes wondered why he was even there. From the beginning, Gustavo told him he couldn't sing or dance, had anything changed? When Wayne Wayne came looking for trouble, he was picked as the most likely to be kicked out of the band. And twice Camille had picked another guy over him—James, when they kissed, and Steve, when it came time for prom.

He couldn't really blame them though. This wasn't his dream. This wasn't what he was good at. Singing. Dancing. Or girls, for that matter. No. He was the smart one, a genius, and his dream was to be a doctor—maybe even go in the field of research. Who knows, he could be the one to find the cure for cancer or the common cold.

His heart wasn't longing for superstardom. Far from it. He was naturally shy and a bit awkward. He just wanted to help people. That's how he got in this situation to begin with—helping James get to the audition, auditioning first because James was nervous, and then, finally, coming with his best friends halfway across the country to do this whole boy band thing.

He had given it all up for them, for James. He stopped pursuing his own dream to pursue happiness for someone else. And that was such a Logan thing to do. Always putting others before himself. But he wasn't sure how much longer he could do this. He didn't know how long he could keep his greatest desire buried down like it didn't exist.

But for now all Logan could do was continue to stare at the fan. All he could do was lay there with his heart on his sleeve, baring his soul to the miserable heat of the night.