Logan winced as his back came in contact with the brick wall that was behind him, his shirt riding up and causing him to whine at the feeling of carpet burn.

"What do you mean it's my fault? I didn't ask for this fucking disease!" Luke urged closer, pressing their noses together. Logan did like when they nose touched but not when Luke was so tense and his face was all scrunched up, making it feel like he was pressing his face into a hard surface.

"Luke, I'm sorry. I-I didn't think. I'm so sorry. Please... Forgive me?" He'd been told he had puppy dog eyes and as he tried to use whatever expression this was he felt Luke's nose being replaced with his hot breath instead.

He hissed at the feeling of a cold blade as it pushed pass the skin and started to draw blood.

He'd caught him at the wrong time, said the wrong thing and he had pushed Luke.

"Next time Logie, I'll make it my mission to see that you get this too. I don't want that, you don't want that and well, keeping your mouth shut won't make me do anything I don't want to. Got that?"

Logan nodded, unable to do anything more as Luke let go of him and left him alone in an alley too far away from home for shaky legs to get him back with.

Logan woke up to cold material being placed on his wound and as he looked down he caught a glimpse of James pressing a cloth to the cut. At first, he relaxed into the touch but as soon as something else was added he withdrew, taking the stinging sensation quite badly.

"Sorry. I'm using diluted dettol. That's ok right? Mrs Knight needs to go shopping and your psychology book said to use this..."

Logan's expression softened when he looked at James. His lucky white V-neck was covered in blood. His voice was so soft and he looked so hurt.

As he caught on to what James had just said, he frowned, trying to sit up but failed and went for the way he was.

"No, that's good but, you don't do psychology..."

"I know. I kinda read yours. Me and Carlos wanted to see what you found so interesting so we read it and... Well I just remembered some of it I guess"

"You would have had to of read quite far into the book to be able to handle open wounds with kitchen appliances...that's like advanced knowledge. It only has basic knowledge in that b-book." He fought the urge to push the cloth off as the stinging sensation came back when James placed the cloth back on his cut.

"Yeah well... This girl...she's cute! She wouldn't come out to the pool one day because she was reading and...I just really wanted and still want to know what she found so interesting... How her brain works and why-why she's just her..."

Honestly, Logan's heart fell. James seemed so serious about this new love interest, he'd never seen James hurt and right then he was experiencing it and oh boy, it wasn't nice.

"Ooh, James like a nerd. Very rare to find a hottie that is a nerd. Assignments must be fun." His words were so opposite and the fact he could relate made him wonder just how serious James was taking him.

"That's the thing; she doesn't like me because well, she's smart. I have the looks but well, advanced cuties can get anyone they want but at last, it's not me."

James spoke quietly and even though he was trying to hide the fact he was nearly in tears, Logan knew and the sight had his stomach turning. He sat up, leaning over to hug James. He knew James liked the occasional bromance hug but as the embrace was returned in this awkward position, he felt himself being readjusted so he was practically sitting on James' lap, a soothing circular motion taking place between James soft hand and his back.

"Logan?" Lost in the moment, Logan didn't hear James but when James pushed him up into a proper sitting position, he jumped, turning to face him.

"James? What are you doing?" He knew it wasn't but if it was what he was thinking he wouldn't have been sure if he would have had the will-power to make him stop.

"Oh my god, how the hell did you do that? Shit! Your back is scraped bad!"

He froze, remembering his misunderstanding with Luke. He knew Luke hadn't set out to hurt him but well, if he told, he knew James would take it the wrong way.

"I...er... Just playing around, carpet's rough, as I found out"

"Logie... You don't get all these cuts from rolling around on the carpet."

Logan flinched at the nickname, everyone used it but he wanted to stop that. It was Luke's name for him and that's how he liked it.

"James, it's four in the morning. Haven't you got some beauty sleep to be doing or lucky V-neck cleaning?"

"Tell me..." He got up to tower over him and to be honest, Logan was a little scared.

"James, tip when dating a nerd: Don't ask too many questions. It really grinds them up the wrong way."

"Fine Logan, you want to be a jerk, fine by me. I only gave up my date to take your sorry ass home but no, whatever."

Logan growled, refusing to give into the guilt act.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Did you break your hand mirror? Did you have to take your tongue out of some sluts throat? I've missed dates because your dumbass couldn't do some simple homework, I gave up on Camille because you couldn't fucking help yourself!"

"Yeah but you didn't want any of them." James' indifferent tone and harsh words and Logan gaping in surprise. "Oh, please say you didn't."

"Now, I'm going to call her and hopefully she's still into me."

"There's only enough room in your life for one person and that's you."

Something noticeable boiled up in James, making him lung forward with too much force and pin Logan against the sofa with the big muscled arms Logan had never seen in action. The look on his face told a future event that would take place if Logan pushed James anymore and that alone made Logan freeze.

James expression softened as he scanned the other boys face, automatically letting go and jumping off of him.

"I'm sorry. I-I didn't think. I'm so sorry Logan."

As the words fell from James' trembling lips, Logan couldn't help but remember his earlier conversation with Luke and as his own words for forgiveness played over in his mind, he fell speechless, unable to hate James or forgive James.

"Please... Forgive me Logan. I just- I-"

He put up his hand, "It's fine. Don't be sorry. It was my fault, I push people too much."

And without another word, Logan turned and made his way to his room, falling into bed fully clothed and pulling the duvet up to hide himself and his oncoming tears.

James had only tried to help and he'd pushed him. He always pushed.

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