This is the continuation of number 1, the next day, actually. Not all of them will be in this kind of order, but I thought it was fitting.

And I wanted to write a little Jagan bromance. So here I am.

James is kind of jealous in this chapter.

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Here's Day 2! Thank you for favoriting and alerting this, I appreciate it so much.

"I hope you don't end up dating that kid, Logan." James is sighing as he drives us back to our apartment.

I furrow my eyebrows at the brunet. "Why not? I mean, I've only met him tonight, I don't really have the slightest idea of what to think of him anyways. Besides the fact he's cute. I have established that little fact. But still. What makes you say that?"

"He just has a bad reputation, that's all. He's kind of a player."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I'm steaming on the inside, but I try my best to remain calm on the outside.

"Nothing," he mutters, making the last turn onto our street.

"Are you accusing him of being a whore? Wow, thanks a lot. And I thought we had kicked it off really well."

He's shaking his head as he pulls into the driveway, glaring at me when he stops the engine. His lips part and he breathes in deeply, almost as if to yell at me, but decides against it. Instead, he unbuckles himself and takes the keys out of the ignition switch, looking at me one last time before opening the door.

"James, I'm sorry," I'm reaching over and pulling him back in the car. Maybe he'll listen. Probably not. "It's just so… exciting to meet a new guy. The thrill of it is that you can be as casual and as free as you want, and the other person doesn't know you as well as other people do. It just makes me happy. And I want you to be happy, though. Can you try, for me?"

His lip is curled upwards and he's blushing, fiddling his thumbs in his lap. "I guess I'm just jealous, Logan. Like, what if you don't have time for me anymore? That you'll forget about me?"

I burst out laughing and his short-lived smile soon forms into a scowl.

"Oh James," I say, patting his shoulder. "You're always going to be my number one guy, no ifs, ands, or buts."

He looks at me for reassurance. "You sure?"

I nod and rub the spot on his back where I just patted.

"Can you make me some hot chocolate?" His bottom lip is pouting out just a little bit too much.

I scoff. "Sure, but only if you don't accuse any future boyfriends of mine for being a manwhore any longer. And stop pouting. A bird might poop on you."

He rolls his hazel eyes and grins. "Fine," he says, poking my cheek. "But I have to meet him soon, you realize this, right?"

"Shut up, Daaaad."

"You know what I mean!" He punches my shoulder and I smile.

"It's funny," I say on the phone to Kendall the next morning before I leave for work.

"What?"

I think about it for a moment and realize that the conversation I spent with James was only fools muttering around. He didn't know better. "Nothing," I say. "Would you like to go on a date with me tonight? Only if your schedule is cleared, of course."

There's a sigh on the other line and he takes a deep breath before answering. "Yes," he whispers. "I would definitely clear my schedule for you, no doubts about it."

I feel my face flame up and I'm shaking now. "Where do you wanna go? What do you want to do, to be more specific.. I don't care at all, you can decide. I'm not that picky, usually I— I go with the flow."

I hear him laughing.

"Logan, it's fine. We should see a movie. I'll give you my address but I'm worried you'll be so nervous and you'll probably crash the damn car."

I grin. "No," I'm giggling.

Oh great.

"Good, so I'll give you my address later?"

I nod, but then pinch myself because, duh. We're on the phone. "Yes," I say.

"Talk to you later?"

"I'd like that."

As soon as we hang up, I jump for freaking joy and run into the living room, where James is currently watching TV.

"Did you hear that?" I run up to him and shake his shoulder.

"Nope. What was it?" He manages to turn himself around to look at me.

I'm beaming from ear to ear. "I'm going on a date tonight, James."

He returns the smile, a small one, but still a smile. "Congrats," he says, only a little tight-lipped.

"I'm really happy right now James…" Now I feel like absolute shit. Even though I really shouldn't. But I still do.

"I.. know. I'm sorry for accusing him of that last night. I really am." His eyes begin to water. I bend down and wrap my arm around his shoulder before realizing what time it is. "Oh, shit! I have to get to work! I'll talk to you later, Jamie."

For the rest of the day, I feel as if I'm walking on sunshine.