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Words: 2,915
Rating: Teen
Pairings: Logan/Kendall, Logan/OC, Kendall/OC, James/OC, Carlos/OC
Summary: 17 year old Logan Mitchell is your typical nerd. He's unpopular, unnoticed, and unappreciated. 17 year old Kendall Knight is your typical jock. He's popular, hot, and idolized. What happens when an unlikely romance blossom when they are paired for a History project.
Warning: This story contains slash. Its mild though
Disclaimer: Big Time Rush belongs to Nickelodeon. Stacey Jane Johansen, Poppy Perez, Mariah Zadro, and Melhena Jones belong to their creators.
Three
Logan's black leather-strapped watch reads 3:54 on its little LED screen, when he rings the doorbell to the Knight residence.
From the outside the home seems modest, complete with a small snow covered lawn, a large ash tree devoid of leaves with snowy concave branches, a rusted gate with a broken latch, and a green Honda accord with a dent on the driver's door parked askew on the cracked asphalt driveway. The dirty front door in serious need of a paintjob creaks open and Kendall's blonde head pops out. He steps aside and lets the shivering Logan in.
The warmth of the air kisses Logan's frigid cheeks, causing the brunette to sigh with satisfaction. He stomps the gray snow off of his leather boots and onto the fraying mat. Logan kicks off his boots and neatly lays them next to a pair of pink and white girl sneakers. He wriggles out of his oversized blue and gray parka and hangs it onto a wooden coat rack.
"Sorry I'm late, I had to go to chess club," Logan says apologetically.
"It's cool" Kendall assures.
Logan follows the blonde up a flight of rickety steps, which are clad in a dust-ridden carpet.
Soon enough, Logan is standing in the bedroom of the most popular guy in school. The walls are painted a soft blue, and are decorated with posters of players from the Minnesota Wild. The room is tiny compared to Logan's, and is surprisingly clean. There is a dark plywood bureau covered with hockey trophies, plaques, and ribbons. Logan now realizes why Kendall Knight is heavily worshipped at their high school. He's pretty fucking awesome at what he does.
Logan's a little surprised, from the looks of things Kendall doesn't come from a wealthy family like the rest of his friends.
Kendall takes a seat on his bed that makes a weird creak noise; he digs through his backpack, and retrieves a massive textbook with crumpled papers jammed inside.
"You could sit" Kendall politely grins revealing two perfect rows of pearl white teeth.
Logan hesitantly perches on the edge of the bed, as it creaks. He pulls out his favorite hunter green colored Moleskine notepad and a Mont Blanc fountain pen, that his father blew two hundred dollars on for Hanukah. He flips through the pages filled with caricature drawings and calculus equations, and lands on a clean page.
"I think we should do the Civil War" Kendall replies, as he flips through his textbook.
Logan groans inwardly, as he scribbles the date on the page in his neat almost girlish handwriting. Logan desperately wants to disagree. He despises the Civil War and anything that has to do it, mainly because he got a pathetic eight seven on the Civil War unit exam.
Poor Boy
Instead, Logan sighs in defeat, and nods his head wearily. He begins to jot down facts about the war in bullet points:
The Civil War begin in 1859
North Carolina was the first state to secede from the Union.
Blah. Blah. Blah
Logan can't help but notice that the blonde jock is looking over his shoulder, and examining his notes with his brilliant blue eyes. "The Civil War began in 1861" Kendall says smoothly.
Logan looks up from his notebook.
"What?"
"The Civil War started in 1961, not 1859" Kendall repeats, pointing to that bullet point in Logan's notebook.
Logan can't believe his elfish ears. He tries to hide his shock but his cheeks give him away. He crosses that bullet point out with a straight line.
"Oh"
"It was South Carolina who seceded from the Union"
Logan scans his notebook and lo and behold spots his newest faux pas.
Instead of writing South Carolina, he writes North Carolina. He tries not to feel too bad; he always gets confused with the Carolinas.
No biggie.
What's a big deal is the fact that Kendall Knight, a meathead jock is the one correcting him. Logan's the one who's supposed to correct Kendall; it's definitely not the other way around. Logan continues to write, only to feel pressure because Kendall's turquoise blue eyes are watching his every move like a Hawk.
"I think you should add that Ulysses S. Grant led the Union to victory" Kendall offers matter-of-factly.
Logan, who's frustrated with Kendall knowing more about the Civil War than he does, blurts his next response.
"How do you know this stuff?"
"Excuse me?"
Logan suddenly feels very self-conscious and a little rude. "Um… nothing" he says shyly.
Kendall flips his hair out of his eyes.
"You thought I was going to make you do all the work, didn't you?" Kendall asks; his blue eyes staring into Logan's brown ones.
Logan can't tell if Kendall is offended or not. His cheeks turn a florid red color, as he embarrassedly looks at Kendall's linoleum tiled floor.
"Dude! It's okay! No need to sweat!" Kendall playfully shoves Logan.
The brunette lets out a little uneasy laugh, clasping his hand over the spot Kendall shoved him.
"You seem like a trustworthy guy" Kendall randomly states.
"What?"
"I'm going to tell you a secret. You have to pinky promise not to tell" Kendall warns. Logan doesn't know what to do or think.
Why would Kendall tell him a secret?
Kendall stretches out his pinky, and Logan hastily clasps his pinky to Kendall's.
"Alright…." Kendall pauses, to add a dramatic effect. "I'm actually a History nerd. I have a ninety five in Cooper's class" Kendall announces.
Logan's face contorts with confusion.
That's Kendall's big secret?
Logan half-expected something more scandalous, like Kendall knocking up Mariah, or even Kendall cheating on his girlfriend. He's also a little relieved, because he doesn't want to be the one held accountable for guarding a secret that scandalous.
Logan's eyes narrow with shock and jealousy. It's now that the brunette realizes that Kendall has a higher average than him, by a mere but crucial five points. It's a rare cataclysmic event more devastating than a 10.0 earthquake. Well… in Logan's mind it is.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
4 weeks later
It's Friday night, and Kendall is sitting on Mariah's seventeenth century style canopy bed. Mariah's favorite song, The Scientist by Coldplay, is playing softly in the background on her pink iPod dock, sitting on her end table. The room smells of sandalwood and dark incense, thanks to Mariah's signature scent Opium by Yves Saint Laurent. The room is dim, save for the candles all around the vicinity. There are pink rose petals on the carpeted floor, forming a heart.
Tonight is Mariah and Kendall's fifth year anniversary, they've been together since the sixth grade. Tonight is the night Mariah's parents are at some dinner party in Minneapolis, which is fantastic, since the lovebirds now have the huge two acre mansion to themselves. They could choose from at least thirty rooms to have sex in.
"I'm back" Mariah calls, sauntering back into her room with two champagne flutes full of Pinot Noir.
She looks absolutely stunning in a pair of True Religion skin tight jeans, a lacy midriff, and five inch Manolo peep-toe pumps.
Kendall suddenly feels absolutely horny, just by the sight of Mariah's pierced navel.
She sits next to him, crossing her long legs, and handing him a champagne flute.
"Cheers to us" Mariah announces with a smile.
They clink glasses, and Kendall takes a sip, the sweet taste of the wine sliding down his throat.
"I can't believe it's been five years" Mariah says with a little laugh.
Kendall can't either, he's spent half of his life with her, it's as if they are married already.
"I have a gift for you" Mariah coos, she places her half finished glass on the carpeted floor, and pulls out a box, wrapped in shiny pink wrapping paper and a satiny white bow. With an excited giggle, she hands it to him.
"Open it"
Kendall carefully removes the bow and slices the glittery paper open. In his hands is a black box with ROLEX printed on it. He takes the top off revealing a white diamond watch. It looks as if it could easily have cost a couple thousand dollars. Kendall kisses her on her glossed bow lips. "It's awesome" he says, clasping the watch onto his muscular wrist.
"Now my turn" he replies.
He hands her a box wrapped in white and silver paper. She practically snatches it from him, and tears it open. She gasps at the sight of a beautiful charm bracelet.
"I love it!" she squeals, clapping her hands together excitedly.
It took Kendall three months of saving to afford that bracelet. Now that she loved it, he moves on to more important matters. One being having sex with her.
This is the perfect time to make his move.
Kendall leans in, cupping Mariah's heart shaped face, and presses his lips against hers. He slips his wet tongue into her mouth, eagerly exploring the moist and all too familiar cavern. Their noses are touching, a complete juxtaposition to each other. Kendall's nose is long and strikingly pointed, Mariah's is rounded and curved like a ski slope.
Mariah grabs tufts of her boyfriend's burgundy button down, pulling him closer. It's her favorite shirt on Kendall, and she had to resist pouncing on him the minute she saw him in it. Kendall's twines his slender fingers through Mariah's silky chestnut brown hair, pulling them down onto her Egyptian cotton clad bed.
He gets on top of her, careful not to suffocate the petite girl. Kendall breaks the kiss and begins sucking on the flesh of Mariah's bare shoulder. He could feel Mariah's back arching, as she lets out a soft moan. His hands then find their way to her belt. He tries unclasping the studded belt while trying to kiss her.
He's about to unbutton her jeans, when Mariah abruptly whispers for him to stop. She silently pushes him off of her, and sits up.
She embarrassedly buries her face into her manicured hands.
'What's wrong?" Kendall asks breathily. The fabric in his Hollister jeans are tight around his crotch.
"I'm sorry" she whispers, her glossed bottom lip quivering.
"What's wrong?" Kendall repeats, pulling her chin up gently with a hand.
"I can't"
"Why not?" Kendall asks a little annoyed, his dick twitching miserably.
"I'm not ready"
"Gosh Mariah, what's your problem?" Kendall blurts rudely.
"Excuse me" Mariah pulls away from Kendall, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You never want to have sex" Kendall snaps.
"I'm not ready" Mariah retorts angrily.
"You're such a tease sometimes" Kendall mutters.
Mariah stands up and slaps Kendall squarely on his cheek.
"Get out!" she spits, stalking off to her bathroom and slamming the door.
It's Friday night, and Logan is curled up on the black leather couch in the living room. His brown eyes are glued to the fifty-four inch flat screen TV. He's watching TiVoed episodes of his favorite medical drama, House MD. In his lap is a plastic bowl of lightly buttered popcorn. Every so often, he stuffs his mouth with the buttery goodness.
Logan gets up from his comfortable position during commercial to fill up on popcorn.
The door bell suddenly rings.
Logan furrows his dark eyebrows, he didn't expect anyone tonight. His parents are in Minneapolis for the Minnesota Doctor's Association dinner. They booked a room at the Hilton Minneapolis Hotel, and were going to be back tomorrow afternoon.
Logan pauses the TV with the remote, and walks to the front door. He doesn't look through the peep hole and swings the door open.
Kendall Knight is standing there on his door step, teeth chattering from the extreme cold.
"Hey Mitchell" Kendall says through chattering teeth, he has a black plastic bag in his hands.
"Can you let me in?" Kendall asks.
When Mariah kicked him out, Kendall called James and Carlos to see if they wanted to hang out and get drunk. Of course, they were both busy with their girlfriends.
That's because they have lives.
So Kendall decided to pay Logan a visit. They haven't talked for almost a week, mostly because they didn't have to. They presented their project in History almost a week and a half ago, and got an A+. Logan stands aside, and Kendall scurries inside.
"What are you doing here?" Logan asks, closing the door.
"To hang out" Kendall simply says, yanking off his gloves and jacket. He carelessly throws them on the floor.
"What's in the bag?" Logan asks curiously, pointing to the black bag in Kendall hands.
The blonde throws the plastic bag to the floor, revealing a barely finished bottle of Pinot Noir. He swiped it from Mariah's house as he was leaving. "Want to finish it with me?" Kendall asks with a devious smirk.
Logan blushes, he's never drank a drop of alcohol in his life.
"Not really"
"Ah c'mon stop being a pussy" Kendall says mockingly.
Kendall extends the bottle to Logan.
"I dare ya"
Logan hesitantly takes the bottle, unscrews the top, and bravely takes a sip. He grimaces at its bitter alcoholic taste.
Logan couldn't help but smile. He's never broken any rules.
So this is what it feel like to be badass.
Logan's brown eyes sluggishly crack open, flecks of sunlight greeting them. He has a throbbing headache, as if someone dropped a ton of bricks on his fragile head. He runs his tongue against his lips; they are chapped and taste bitter.
He feels as if he has to throw up.
He languidly wriggles out of the heavy comforter, and sits on the edge of his bed. His body is aching, particularly his ass. He doesn't remember anything that's happened last night; it's as if he blacked out.
What he's greeted to puzzles the young brunette.
He sees an empty bottle of Pinot Noir abandoned on his floor, drops of the dark red liquid staining his carpet. That's weird, because Logan has never even tasted wine.
His eyes lazily scan his floor; his clothes are strewn in crumpled piles on the floor. He notices his Jockey boxers entwined with his sweatpants. He then looks down to his waist and realizes he's naked, save for the sock on his left foot.
Logan scrunches his nose, puzzled as to why he would be naked.
He turns, wincing in pain, to the other side of his room.
He notices tufts of blond hair sticking out of his comforter. He gently pulls the comforter down the mysterious person's face. Logan's heart begins to palpitate, his eyes bulge wildly almost popping out of their sockets; his face turns an ashen white color.
He sees Kendall there, his eyes closed, a trickle of drool coming down his chin.
What the fuck?
This all has to be part of a very obscene nightmare.
Any minute now, Logan would wake up, fully clothed in pajama pants and a NYU tee. He would be alone is his bed, and his parents would already be back from their night in Minneapolis. Kendall would be on the other side of town, at his home.
There is no way in hell that Logan Mitchell drunkenly hooked up with the most popular guy in school, Kendall Knight.
It's preposterous!
Logan's not even gay; he's never even had his first kiss.
And even if he was gay, his parents would totally disown him.
Logan takes a deep breath and pinches himself on the arm, almost puncturing his skin.
But nothing happens; Kendall is still just a few inches away from him, snoring softly.
The room begins to spin, and Logan's stomach lurches violently. He clasps a hand over his mouth, and dashes to the bathroom. He gets on his knees, clutching the white toilet as if it's his lifeline. His eyes begin to water, as he wretches the contents of his stomach into the porcelain toilet. Logan suddenly feels dirty, like a used condom. He cannot believe he lost his virginity, had his first kiss, and got drunk for the first time, all in one night.
He desperately needs a cold shower, he reeks of stale sex. Logan grabs a towel that's slung on the back of the bathroom door, and wraps it around his waist. He then trudges back to his room. He trips over a Nike sneakers, and face plants onto the floor.
This wakes Kendall up.
"Mariah?" he drawls, almost incoherently.
The blonde gets up, and notices that he's naked and has sticky residue on the inside of his thighs. The events of last night float back into the jock's head.
Mariah kicked him out, he decided to go to Logan Mitchell's house, and he convinced the nerd to get drunk, then in a drunken haze they hooked up.
He shakes his blonde hair; it's probably some bad dream.
Kendall staggers to where his clothes are, to see Logan on the floor in a towel, weeping inaudibly.
"Fuck" Kendall whispers.
He grabs his boxers and slips them on.
"Mitchell what the fuck happened?"
Logan looks up at Kendall, his red rimmed eyes watery, his bottom lip quivering.
"I dunno" is his answer.
Suddenly, Kendall's Nokia that's lying on the floor near his pants, buzzes. He achingly bends down, and checks the caller ID. It's his girlfriend. He flips his phone open and presses TALK.
"Hello?"
"I'm so sorry for kicking you out last night" Mariah says in a sweet apologetic tone.
"Um… okay"
"Are you busy?"
"No"
At least not now, he isn't.