A/N: Thank you so much for all the lovely reviews. If I get it perfected in time, I might upload chapter three tonight as well. Enjoy :)

Sunlight filled the room, forcing Logan's eyes open. He squinted and looked around the room. Bizarrely, plastered to every wall were pictures of James, in various outfits and poses. "Good morning sunshine! It's time to get up!" James had pulled open the blinds. Of course James would have headshots all over his room.

"That's my Sophisticated Plumber look," he explained when he saw Logan staring at one of the pictures.

"James...what happened last night?" Logan asked, rubbing his eyes and stretching. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and rose to his feet. As soon as he was up, he felt like he'd been hit like a truck. This must be a hangover. He checked his watch. To his surprise, he'd slept all the way through to 2:30 p.m.

"You had a little too much to drink, my friend. I was this close to getting this hottie's number when some guy showed up and told me to come get you from the bathroom. You were passed out on the floor."

Logan groaned and slapped his forehead. Memories started flooding back. His cheeks grew hot as he remembered his encounter in the bathroom with Kendall. He must think I'm an idiot, getting all intimate with him and then puking right in front of him.

"Ooh, someone's blushing. Got something juicy to tell your good friend James about last night?" James winked exaggeratedly.

There was no way Logan was telling James what happened with Kendall. James didn't even know Logan was gay. He'd only admitted it to himself a year ago, and he had no intention of giving up his little secret just yet. Unless Kendall couldn't keep quiet. Then the truth about Logan would be all over the school.

Logan didn't know much about Kendall. He knew he was a star basketball player, and he was pretty good in English class. He wouldn't tell anyone about last night, would he? His own reputation is on the line too. Unless he's openly gay... Logan realized he didn't even know the basic facts about Kendall. He was, for all intents and purposes, a stranger.

He pushed the thought away and forced a smile. "Yeah, I made out with this girl. You know, with kissing and stuff. We made out. And kissed."

The taller boy raised an eyebrow at Logan. "Okay then. Sounds like a blast. Well get up, Carlos texted me a while ago and we're going out."

Carlos was the third member of their group of best friends. Logan wasn't really sure how he's become so close with the Hispanic boy either. They were all on the hockey team together, but Carlos was always bouncing off the walls and coming up with terrible, dangerous ideas, while Logan preferred to sit and read a good novel. Or a textbook. He really just liked to read.
"Could you get me a Tylenol first? My head is killing me." His head really was pounding. How much had he had to drink?

"Fine, come to the kitchen with me. Hurry, 'cause we also have to stop at your house so you can get a shirt. You weren't wearing one when I found you," James bolted out of the bedroom, and Logan followed, wondering what had become of his poor shirt.


Half an hour later, Logan was sitting on Carlos' couch. "This is your idea of going out?"

James flung his arm around Logan's shoulders. "I think we had enough excitement last night. For now, let's just kick back and relax with our good buddy Carlos." All three of them knew that the words "Carlos" and "relax" did not belong in the same sentence.

"You wanna do something fun then?" Carlos began excitedly. "I've been working on this crazy stunt. We just need 10 pounds of-"

"NO!" shouted Logan and James simultaneously. Carlos looked down, clearly disappointed. The three boys went back to watching TV, and Logan's thoughts drifted. He didn't know why, but he couldn't get his mind off Kendall. He was too drunk to have a vivid memory of their encounter. He couldn't feel the echoes of the touches and kisses. But he did remember that he had loved kissing Kendall. And he knew he wanted to kiss Kendall again. He shook the ridiculous idea away, as he always did when uncomfortable thoughts made their way into his head, and looked back up at the TV. A celebrity news show was on, and James was about to change the channel when the reporter said, "Do you wanna be a pop star?"

James leapt to his feet. "YES! Yes I do!" James had wanted to be famous for years. Logan thought it was a pretty good career plan for the boy, actually. He was gorgeous, with a really good voice. And it wasn't like he'd be able to go into anything academic.

"If you live in Minnesota, are you ready?"

"I LIVE IN MINNESOTA!" James squealed, unable to contain his excitement. The reporter explained that a record producer was in town, looking for the next big thing.

"Sign-ups are until 5 p.m.," the reporter continued. The guys all looked at each other, then at the clock. 4:30. "I'll drive," said James as the boys ran out the door.


Logan rolled his eyes as he made his way to the stage. He was happy to support his friend, but this wasn't his dream. Singing wasn't even his hobby. He climbed the stairs to the stage and stood in front of the microphone, beside his friends. He looked down and saw a heavyset man with yellow tinted sunglasses, staring down at his phone, not even glancing up at the three boys. Next to him was a young black woman with a friendly smile.

"I am Gustavo Rocque," he bellowed. "I already have millions of dollars, so I'm doing you a favour just by showing up to watch you nobodies. I could be out putting spinning rims on my gold jet ski, but instead I'm here. Don't waste my time." He looked up, lowering his sunglasses to examine the boys. His eyes widened. "Wait a minute." He jumped up from his seat, climbed the stage stairs and strode over to them.

"You guys could work. There's the cute nerd, the pretty boy, and the token ethnic kid. A perfect formula." He examined each of them with a sly grin creeping over his face. He could see the boys, especially James, perk up at his positive words. "Not so fast, don't get excited yet."

He began to pace back and forth in front of the boys. "You are gonna have to go through some rigorous work and hard training before you get anywhere near a recording studio. And that's only if I don't change my mind about you."

"So now do you want us to sing?" James could see his dreams coming true right before his eyes.

"NO," Gustavo shouted. "Here's the deal. I already have the talent. Now all I need is a few dogs to look good in the background so my star can shine...and bring in the money."

"But I'm a star! Look at this face!" James put on his model face and wiggled his fingers in a terrifying attempt to be sexy.

Gustavo just stared at him. "Stop that. Forever. Now we just need to see how you look beside the talent. Talent, get out here!"

Logan watched, in shock, as a tall boy with blond hair and sparkling green eyes joined them on stage.

A/N: Buahahaha! I'm sure you all expected that, but oh well. Reviews are much appreciated.