So I Thought Chapter Two
Sooo, I know that this one's a little short. -.- I'm sorry. Next chapter will be longer, I promise. It will be wayy longer to make up for this shitty, short one. I usually only write one-shots, dirty ones of course. XD And they always die in some sort of strange way after the sex scene. XD So I'm not very good at carrying on a story. But anyways.
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Logan blinked, temporarily blinded by the bright white walls of the hospital room. He glanced around, getting used to the light. He tried sitting up, but finding he was to weak to move, stopped struggling.
"L-Logan?" The extremely pale boy nearly jumped out of his skin. He looked over to where the voice was coming from. It was the last person in the world he wanted to see.
"J-James. What are you doing here?"
"Your mom went home to take care of the girls. She wanted me to be here when you woke up."
"I didn't want to wake up." James blinked back more tears, his hazel eyes already red and puffy from crying all night.
"Please don't talk like that." He took Logan's white, frail hand in his strong, tan one and squeezed.
"Why? I didn't want to. I wish you would have just let me die. I have no point living. All my friends hate me. Especially you. And you're the one that matters most to me." James kissed Logan's hand.
"Logie. Please understand. I do not hate you. Quite the opposite. But….that's why I torment you. I don't want to love you. I don't want to be gay. I don't Carlos and Kendall to treat me the way you. I'm selfish, I know. I'm a bastard." Logan let a tear fall.
"Jamie….I miss you. I've missed talking to you. It kills me everyday, to see you with a girl who I know you don't care about. I love you, James." Logan reached up and wiped the tear that fell down James face.
"I love you too, Logan. But I can't! I don't wanna! It's not you, it's just, my dad…he'll-he'll kill me!" Logan squeezed James' hand.
"James…it doesn't matter."
"Yes it does! You're hurting yourself, be-because of me!" He dropped Logan's hand as the door opened.
"Logan? You in here?" Kendall's voice came floating in. Logan closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
"Yeah. He's in here. But he's asleep."
"James? You're here?"
"Yeah. How'd you find out he was here?" Logan gently opened one eye.
"K-Kendall?" He said, fake yawning.
"Logan, oh my God. What's wrong with you? Why would you try to do this?" Logan rubbed his eyes, flinching as the bandages peeled off slightly.
"I don't know, Kendall. Maybe you should ask James, or Carlos, or maybe yourself. Think about it, Kendall. My best friends hate me. Hmm, that's a very hard question, asshole." Kendall bowed his head shamefully.
"I'm sorry Logan." Logan threw his hands in the air, not caring about his wrist now.
"Why the hell does everyone think saying sorry is just gonna solve everything? Cause, lemme tell ya. It's not gonna fix shit."
"Of course it's not. Nothing is ever gonna fix this. I just want you to know. I'm so sorry. If I could take it back you know I would. To see you like this…it was just for shits and giggles."
"Kendall…how'd you even find out I was in here?"
"Your mom told James mom told my mom told Carlos mom. He should be here too…" Logan's eyes widened with fear.
"No. No. No. No. No. No. No. I don't want him here."
"Logan, you need him to be here. We all need to talk about this if we ever want to be cool again," James piped up.
"I don't want to be cool with him. He's fucked me up the worst."
"Logan, please."
"Kendall, I didn't even want you here. Or James. I didn't even want James to save me. You should have just let me die. Everyone would be happier." Kendall cried for the first time since hearing the news.
"Logan! Don't fucking talk like that! NO one would be happier! I bet Carlos would be the worst. He'd probably cry like a baby." Kendall said, tears falling calmly down his face.
"Logan, please. We still love you. We said we'd love you no matter what. And we do, James said, sitting next to Logan's weak body on the bed.
"Get out. Both of you. I want privacy. And I want my nurse to change my bandages." Kendall walked over to the bed.
"Show me." Logan looked confused.
"Show you what?"
"Your arms." Logan held out his arms, wrists up. Kendall made a small noise and excused himself into the hallway. The other boys heard him hit the wall.
"Logan. I told you we love you. We don't want you doing this to yourself." The nurse walked in.
"Uhm, James? Could you get your friend? He's kind of…freaking out."
"Y-Yeah." James got up to go get Kendall, who was sitting in the middle of the floor, sobbing.
"James! WE did that to him! What's wrong with us?" James sat down next to him.
"I..I honestly don't know. If I was him, I would never forgive us, no matter what."
"I agree with you on that one."
In the room, the nurse was changing Logan's bandages when his mother walked in.
"Hey Logie-Bear. How ya doin?" Logan swallowed, he throat dry.
"Crappy. And thirsty," he said hoarsely. "Can you get me some water, Becky?" The nurse nodded and wen to get him some water.
"Mom.."
"God, Logan!" She rushed over to his side and hugged him. her tears spilling into his raven hair.
"I'm so sorry mom. Did…did James already tell you?"
"Why couldn't you have told me that you were gay, Logan?"
"I didn't know how you'd react!" She wiped his eyes.
"Honey, I will love you more now knowing that. Nothing could ever make me stop loving you." There was a knock at the door.
"C-Come in," he said hoarsely. James and Kendall walked in.
"I'm gonna go, Logie. I'll tell the girls you said hi."
"Alright. I love you, mom."
"I love you too." She walked out, giving Kendall and James dirty looks as she went.
"Logan.."
"Didn't I tell you to get out?" James walked over to the bed.
"Me and Kendall discussed something. We're not gonna talk to Carlos. Ever. Again," James said, his eyes sparkling with honesty.
"Yeah. We decided we'd rather have a gay, sweet, smart you than a straight, jockish, and stupid idiot for a friend." Logan smiled slightly at that. He smiled as the nurse finally brought him his bottled water. He took a giant swig of it, soothing his dry, scratchy throat.
"Logan, you realize you're gonna have to talk to Carlos sometime, right?" Kendall gently rubbed his dry, brittle hand.
"Yeah. But I'm putting it off as long as I possibly can."
"You shouldn't hide your feelings inside, Logie. Trust me. I know these things." James joined Kendall in rubbing his opposite hand, the one with bandages.
"We love you, honestly. And I don't know about James, but, I don't wanna see you hurting yourself. It breaks my heart."
"Hey, fuck you. I don't wanna see it either. How do you think I feel? I found him."
"Which, I didn't want, by the way," Logan chimed in quietly.
"Quiet you." Logan looked at James with an open mouth.
"Do not shush me." Kendall laughed.
"I missed this. This...innocent teasing. Not hurtful teasing. Mostly, I missed you, Logan," Kendall said with a sad smile.
"I did too. I'm glad I have you guys back. Now to just try and get Carlos…" Logan said thoughtfully.
"Not gonna happen, faggot."
All three boys turned to see the Latino boy standing in the doorway, arms crossed.
