"Any preference on the topic?" Despite his uptight reputation at school, Logan was proving himself able to relax. Pausing to observe the shorter male who unceremoniously claimed the swivel chair in Kendall's bedroom the moment he entered, the blonde lazily let his shoulders rise and then fall.
"Whatever's gonna be easy. I need to get a decent grade."
Not ceasing his slow spinning, Logan hummed in response. "I figured that."
Softly gulping, Kendall forced a weak smile at his intentions being found out so soon. People tended to not react pleasantly when being exploited for their talents.
Abruptly stopping mid-rotation, Logan released a gasp of discovery. "Evolution."
After recovering from his initial shock from Logan's outburst, Kendall absorbed the word before blanching. "But it's history."
Spinning the chair back around, Logan furiously began typing into Kendall's computer as he rapidly spoke. "Not science evolution. Evolution of…" pausing, the boy tweezed the chair to the side. Eyes glancing about the room, bouncing from each band poster to the next hanging on the walls. "Music…"
Slowly smiling, Logan returned his attention to the computer. This left Kendall to gape at the back of the genius' head. He certainly wasn't expecting that.
"You like music?" That was stupid. Kendall knew that even before he heard Logan's scoff. He felt like slapping himself. It's not like Logan lived under a rock.
"What, do you think I live under a rock?"
"Can you read my mind?" Again, Kendall felt his own stupidity. Logan was probably regretting agreeing to work with the blonde, if his incredulous look he was shooting the other was anything to go by.
But when a burst of laughter expelled from Logan, Kendall allowed himself to smile, despite the blush blooming across his face. Racking his brain, the taller could not recall hearing the other laugh before. Deciding he quite like the sound and sight of Logan's mirth filled expression, Kendall scooted closer, ready to help.
Short chapters. Hurray.