One Night Together

Pt 2

"I don't see myself ever liking you the way you like me."

Kendall's words repeated over and over in Logan's mind, hitting him hard. A sharp pain struck Logan's already weak heart. He always believed living with regrets was futile, but right now Logan Mitchell threw away the philosophy as he regretted coming out to Kendall and finally telling the other how he truly felt. Logan muttered a few incoherent words under his breath and sighed. If only he could turn back time he would take it all back.

Logan inched towards the edge of his bed, eyes locked on Kendall. The blonde boy's slumbering figure moved in tune to his inhaling and exhaling chest. Logan looked at Kendall's mouth. His lips were parted slightly, forming a small hole where air went in and air was expelled. Logan wanted so badly to just kiss those lips again. But he knew he couldn't and he knew he never would be able to again.

Logan shut his eyes tightly and thought about the previous night. Everything about that night, about that day even, seemed fake, almost like a dream. The hockey game, the tickle fight, the sex, it didn't feel real. None of it did. But it was. All of it was.

"Mmm," Kendall moaned and shifted in his bed. Logan gasped sharply and froze. Kendall rolled over and blinked his eyes at Logan. "What are you doing?" The boy asked, his tone harsh and cold.

Logan gulped. He tore his eyes away from Kendall and fixed his eyes on a pair of shoes. "Nothing," he mumbled incoherently, "just thinking."

Kendall kicked his legs over the side of his bed and stood up. "Thinking about what?" Kendall asked as he made his way towards the bathroom door. He stopped before going in. He turned his head towards Logan and waited for a response.

"Nothing, nothing at all," Logan replied with a sharp tone.

Kendall sighed and hung his head. He rubbed his temples and sighed. "Logan," he snapped, "do you remember what I said last night?"

Logan felt his heart drop in his stomach. He clamped his eyes shut to fight back the tears. Kendall's harsh words pierced his heart. He opened his mouth to speak, but only managed to choke out a pitiful, "yes."

"Good," Kendall voiced sternly and disappeared into the bathroom.

Logan looked up and stared at the bathroom door. He couldn't take his eyes off it. The sound of water hitting the ground escaped out through the door. Logan sighed and got up to get ready for the day.

Logan gently turned over the pancake he was making. The breakfast food had become disconfigured while Logan was pouring the batter into the frying pan and it now resembled the shape of a heart. Logan had chuckled at first at the irony of the situation. But when Kendall's words repeated in his head he didn't find the heart-shaped pancake funny at all.

"Just stop," Logan mumbled to himself, "stop it all."

As Logan was mumbling the last phrase under his breath the tall blond Kendall was trotting down the stairs as he ran his fingers through his dripping wet hair. Kendall walked into the kitchen and went directly to the fridge. He opened it up and pushed aside the milks, juices, and other foods to find the last pudding cup he had hid the previous night. He pulled it out, uncapped it, and tossed the lid on the counter.

"What are you making?" He asked casually. Logan pointed to the Bisquick box on the counter. Kendall nodded and started to eat his pudding. He dipped his index finger down into the chocolate dessert and started to bring it up to his mouth. Scenes from the previous night began to play in the boy's mind. Disgusted, Kendall wiped the pudding on the side of the cup and set the cup back down. "Makin' one for me?"

Logan rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak from behind gritted teeth. "I suppose so, there's a lot of batter left. I'm not gonna eat it all to myself," Logan replied with an apparent annoyed tone. "Pick up that pudding cup lid and wipe up the mess. I don't want Gustavo yelling at me because of you."

Kendall noted the tone and rolled his own eyes. He knew why Logan had the attitude he had. "Dude," Kendall snapped. He took a step towards Logan and slammed his hands on the counter. "Why are you acting like this?"

"Acting like what Kendall?" Logan turned to the taller boy and waited patiently for an answer.

"Like this. You know what I said last night. No attitude of yours will change that," Kendall huffed, throwing his hands on his hips.

"What are you talking about," Logan cocked his head to the side and asked. "What happened last night?"

Kendall stared at Logan with confused eyes. He stared deep into the smaller boy's deep brown eyes, desperately trying to figure out why Logan was acting that way. After coming up short he sighed in defeat and hung his head. "Is this how you are going to act from now on?"

Logan furrowed his brows and laughed. "What's going on? Is this a joke? I have no clue what you're talking about Kendall! I'm acting like I always do. I'm acting," he paused and pondered his next course of action.

Fed up, Kendall's anger started to rise. He grabbed onto Logan's wrists, causing the boy to drop the spatula in his hand. He pinned the boy against the cupboard and started to roar, "DAMMIT LOGAN! STOP ACTING THIS WAY BECAUSE I WON'T FUCK YOU."

Logan was genuinely taken back by Kendall's aggressive behavior. But he understood it nonetheless. His lips curled down into a frown and his manner of speaking became more serious, "I'm acting like nothing happened last night. Isn't that what you wanted Kendall? For us to forget everything and not talk about it ever again. I'm upholding my part of the bargain. So why aren't you?" Logan's voice had grown to almost shouting level now, which surprised Kendall. Logan rarely ever used that tone with that volume.

"It is what I wanted! But I don't want my best friend to be all butt hurt and act like were not best friends because I won't be is gay lover! Sorry Logan but I'm not a fag like you!" Kendall spat out without thinking clearly.

Logan's expression took a nose dive. Tears filled his eyes and his lips twitched. He looked away from Kendall's eyes and at the heart in the frying pan; it was starting to become black around the edges. "I never asked you to fuck me again Kendall!" Logan snapped. "I never asked you to become my boyfriend or even share my feelings. I never asked you anything!" Logan roared and looked back into Kendall's eyes. "But I did tell you how I honestly felt about you. Do you think me telling you 'I love you' was some sort of spur of the moment, dramatic effect saying?"

Kendall's face went blank. He gulped and parted to his lips to respond, but Logan beat him to it.

"No, I don't want to hear it. I told you that I loved you because I love you Kendall. I didn't expect you to say it back. But I was hoping you'd be more accepting of it and of me." Logan pushed himself out of Kendall's grasp. "Instead you pulled a dick move and lost your best friend."

Logan pushed himself away from Kendall and stormed towards the front door. As he was opening the front door up James and Carlos barged in. Gustavo did not trust the group alone in his house after last time's shenanigans so he had Kelly set up shifts for the boys. James and Carlos had the second shift and were set to arrive early in the morning. Because of the fiasco going on, Logan completely spaced on the visit.

"Whoa, Logan what's up? Why do you look so pissed?" Carlos asked, attempting to stop Logan from storming out of the mansion.

Logan turned to Carlos and met his eyes. The tear stained eyes soon left Carlos' and went to James'. He looked back at Carlos and shook his head. "Nothing, nothing at all." And with that being said Logan brushed past Carlos and James and left the mansion.

Carlos and James walked into the kitchen dumfounded and stared at Kendall, hoping the leader would shed some light on the current situation. "What was all that about?" James asked, pointing to the front door.

Kendall dropped his head and sighed. "Melodramatic punk," he cursed under his breath while he rubbed his temples. He looked back up at the pair before him and shook his head. "Nothing, it's just that time of the month for him," he replied rudely.

James and Carlos exchanged looked, but decided it was best they didn't press the matter any longer. Instead the two quickly found a way to change the subject. The heart shaped pancake in the frying pan was turning into to charcoal and smoking. "Whoa!" Carlos exclaimed and pointed to the pan. "That's burning!"

Kendall turned around and stared down at the crisping food. He bent down and scooped up the spatula Logan had dropped and shoveled up the pancake. A twisting pain struck his heart as he plopped the heart into the trash. He stared down at the burnt heart, thinking that it was a perfect metaphor for Logan's broken heart, a broken heart he had caused.

Without remorse Kendall shut the trashcan lid.

a little short

sorry for the wait

please dont hate kendall