I legitimately have nothing so say before this chapter . . . I think this might be a first . . . well I do have wonderful things so say about MethuselahHoneysuckle2013, but when do I not? She's cool and amazing!Oh, and also I suck at editing and really had a urge to just not edit this chapter, so I skimmed, but didn't do it thoroughly. For that I fail . . . But enjoy and please review!

"I know we're getting closer. This could be forever. Please tell me you see it, tell me you believe it"

- "Heartbeat" The Co feat. Tyler Ward

Logan was awoken the next morning by the streaming light coming through the window and hitting his face, and for a moment he wondered why he was in James' room.

Their apartment had four bedrooms. Katie and Mama Knight stayed in one, while the boys where left to fight over the remaining three. They settled on an agreement that James and Carlos could have their own rooms while Kendall and Logan shared. James got up way to fucking early to do his hair and clothes, which would have been hell for the other person if he had shared a room, and Carlos snored and generally woke up at random times in the middle of the night wanting to have "adventures". It was decided that Kendall and Logan would be the best candidates for room sharing, and Logan had been ecstatic when it first occurred. Now he was wishing he would have made someone else room with the blonde boy.

Because at that moment the memories of the previous night hit him like a wrecking ball to the face. He closed his eyes tightly, blocking out the light, hoping it all had been some horrible dream. That he hadn't made the biggest mistake of his life.

Ten years. He had known Kendall for ten freaking years, way before Carlos and James had even entered the picture. They had grown up right next to each other, their houses' mere spitting distance away. Logan had countless memories of running around their yards, laughing and playing tag. Or sitting in Kendall's basement playing video games and just talking.

When Kendall's dad had left, Logan helped him through it, just like Kendall helped Logan when his family put way to much pressure on him because of his grades. They had been through so much together. And now Logan had gone a ruined it.

All because he went and developed feelings for his best friend. All because he was too weak to resist.

Suddenly, James stirred beside him, sitting up slowly and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, not even caring that his hair was messed up, because Logan looked . . . well, he looked pretty fucking broken.

"Hey," he whispered, earning Logan's eyes on him. The dead look in them scared James.

"Hey." he replied, dropping eye contact the moment it was established, not wanting James to see just how much this was affecting him. It didn't matter though, James knew, and his stomach flipped with disgust for himself as he reached out and put a hand on Logan's shoulder.

"I'm sorry." James knew it wouldn't fix anything, but hell, he couldn't think of anything else to say.

"It's not your fault James." If only he knew. "I always knew it could end up like this. I just didn't like to think about it." He got up off the bed, and James frowned slightly. He was hoping Logan would talk a little bit more, get what he was feeling off his chest. The hope was obviously in vain. But Logan was never one to talk about his feelings unless coerced, so it wasn't surprising.

Without either of them saying much they made their way into the kitchen where Carlos and Kendall were sitting at the table, talking like nothing was wrong with the world. But as soon as James and Logan made it into their view the air in the room seemed to go think with tension. Kendall looked anywhere but at Logan, which caused the smaller boy to draw in a shaky breath, hurting more than ever now that the subject of his broken heart was sitting right in front of him, wanting nothing to do with him.

It took all of his willpower not to run out of the room. Where he would go, who the hell knows, all he did know was that he wanted out of this room where the coldness Kendall was giving off wouldn't have its effect on him.

Even Carlos picked up on the tension, looking from Kendall, who had suddenly become fascinated with his cereal, to Logan, who was staring at his feet, to James who was sending Kendall daggers with his eyes. "Everything ok guys?"

Logan nodded, feeling hi stomach twinge sickeningly as Kendall still refused to acknowledge his presence. Carlos was still unconvinced, but let it go when he saw how upset Logan was. If they wanted to tell him then they would have. "I'm not hungry." Logan mumbled making his way to his room to get dressed.

When the door of the room closed Carlos turned to James. "What's up with him?"

James shook his head, sitting down next to the Latino. He felt guiltier than ever right now.

Maybe this was the biggest mistake he had ever made. Maybe, for the sake of their friendships, he should have waited for Logan to come to the conclusion that Kendall would never reciprocate on his own. If he would have just been patient and selfless for once in his life Kendall would never have had to know about Logan's feelings. They would have continued on being the best friends Logan and Kendall had always been since they had met when they were six.

Because now, not only had James destroyed Logan's heart, but he might have destroyed his friendship with Kendall too.

Being crammed into a tiny sound booth with your three best friends was always a little uncomfortable.

Today is was a living hell.

Because now, instead of not being able to even look at Logan, Kendall couldn't keep his eyes off of him . . . and James had a REALLY bad feeling about it. Kendall even fucking smiled when Logan opened his mouth to sing.

It was such a drastic turn around from breakfast that James didn't even know what to think. This was all uncharted territory. He didn't know what moves would keep him sailing forward and what would send him drowning. Kendall couldn't be . . . no! He wouldn't even allow himself to think such thoughts. James had Logan now. Their was no way the smart boy was slipping out of his grasp.

Logan, who had taken to never looking up from his sneakers unless it was absolutely necessary, was totally oblivious to the blonde's attention, and James couldn't help but smile at that, feeling like a horrible person the entire time.

You could still cut the tension hanging in the air with a knife, and Carlos wasn't the only one who caught on. Halfway through recording Gustavo had stopped them and asked, in his kind words, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THERE!" to which they all gave answers that really didn't answer much of anything, and with a grunt of frustration, the record producer told them to run the song again.

He ended up getting so frustrated that he sent them home early, threatening them with hours of harmony if they kept up the attitude. They all gladly left the studio and returned to the Palm Woods.

Logan was wondering what would happen now that Kendall obviously hated him. They couldn't go on sharing a room together if Kendall was disgusted by him could they? Who would be there the next time his parents called to hound him because he hadn't got an A+ on that stupid fucking test he hadn't had time to study for? Who would he go to when things got really difficult and confusing? Who would make him feel special and loved now?

Entering the apartment, Logan was about to ask James if he could crash in his room again tonight, when the voice he had been hoping to hear all day broke the silent air.

"Logan?" He spun on the spot and there was Kendall, standing with his hands in his pockets, looking . . . dare he say...nervous? Kendall never got nervous. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

The dread was growing more and more in James' chest with every second the two just stood there looking at each other. When Logan nodded, he had to take action. He caught Logan's arm, pulling gently to get he smart boy to look at him. "Logan, I don't know if this is a good idea."

"I'll be fine. Don't worry." And with that they were gone, the door to their room shutting, leaving James outside, feeling more anxious that he had ever been in his life.

Kendall was pacing, chewing on his bottom lip, and looking about as nervous and wrecked as Logan had yesterday. Logan, who was still standing by the closed door, was worried. This would be the minute that would make or break the relationship they would have for the rest of their lives. And as much as he knew it wouldn't happen, Logan could help a small ball of hope from forming in his chest. But he made sure to keep it under control. He knew what too much hope could do to a person.

But Kendall was just so . . . so . . . un-Kendall-like right now that it caused questions to swirl in Logan's mind, each one vying for attention. Each one begging to be answered. Knowing the ignition had to come from somewhere, Logan opened his mouth to end the confusion.

"Kendall-" But Logan never got to finish, because, with Logan's voice as the catalyst to jump start the reaction, Kendall moved, and in three strides he was next to him, Logan's back pressed against the door . . . and Kendall's lips attached to his.

For a moment Logan was to surprised to do anything, but then Kendall's arms wrapped around his waist. And as Logan's lips started to move in synch against the blonde's it was like getting his heart restarted. He felt like he might have just stuck his finger into an electrical socket, the power flowing through him almost too much to handle. His hands went up to tangle in the blonde hair he loved so much as Kendall's were running up and down his back, causing even more shivers to travel up the small boy's spine.

It was full sensory overload. Logan thought he might just explode from the sheer amount of feeling overtaking him. He felt like he was drowning . . . but in the best possible way.

With swollen lips and heaving chests they broke apart, gasping for air, resting their foreheads together, simply reveling in the overwhelming sense of calm that had settled over them.

"Why'd you leave?" Logan asked, still breathing hard, eyes closed, not wanting the moment to pass but knowing it had to eventually.

Opening his eyes, he met the green of Kendall's staring back at him, more affection laced in them than he ever thought possible, along with a heavy dose of regret. "I'm so sorry." he said, hands coming up to cup Logan's face, rubbing circles in the pale boy's cheeks with his thumbs. "I just . . . I didn't even know what to think. Truthfully it was the absolute last thing I thought would come out of your mouth. And it scared me that I might feel the same way about you." He gulped, and continued on. "I couldn't think about it with you there. I didn't want to lead you on if I turned out to be wrong, if I realized later than I didn't feel the same way. I just needed some time to clear my head, make sure of what I was feeling. And then when I saw you this morning I just felt so damn guilty for leaving you like that! And I couldn't even think about anything else last night, I didn't sleep at all. All I could see was you, and I realized that I was sure. I think I've always been sure and just not noticed it before." He placed a chaste kiss to Logan's lips before pulling away again, leaving them both hungry for more. "I can't believe I'd never noticed it before."

Logan smiled, grinning so wide his face felt like it was about to split, the events of the last twenty-four hours forgotten in the embrace of Kendall's arms. "I love you." He whispered, burying his face in Kendall's neck.

"I really, really like you Logan." Kendall pulled the smart boy back to look him in the eyes. "Give me time, I'll say it back."

His smile didn't even falter as he pulled Kendall into another kiss, this one longer than the previous. Because he had been after Kendall for almost a year, and Kendall had only just realized his feelings yesterday, and he was never one to rush into situations. He wouldn't say it back until he was a hundred percent sure he meant it, and truthfully, Logan was fine with waiting.

It would just make it all the more sweet when it was finally said.

Thirty-four minutes. They had been in their room for thirty-four fucking minutes.

What James would kill to hear the conversation going on behind the closed door. It took every ounce of his self-control not to walk acrossed the damn apartment and throw the door open, demanding Kendall stay the fuck away from his Logan.

With another glance at the clock James groaned out loud. Thirty-five minutes now. What could they possible be talking about. Sure, James wanted them to be friends again, but the horrible feeling he got during their time recording today hadn't gone away. It was intensifying with every second the door to Kendall and Logan's bedroom remained closed.

James' leg was bouncing up and down, ready to spring off the orange couch the second Logan or Kendall made their presence. It was a whole new level of anxiety, a thousand times worse than that first audition with Gustav, back when he still saw Logan and Kendall as brothers instead of a love interest and rival. Would this still have happened if they had stayed in Minnesota? Would everything have changed in such a short period of time? Would their life's be this completely fucked up?

With a small click the door opened and James nearly threw himself to his feet. Standing there was Logan, and was his hair messed up? It was sticking up at odd angles in the back, almost like someone had run their hands through it.

And what was that red mark on his neck? Was that a . . . .

James froze, his worst fears crashing down upon him as Logan smiled and said, voice full of joy, doing a little dance that would be more typical of Carlos "I got him!"

"What?" It came out as a whisper, too shocked to yell it like he wanted it to.

"I got him James!" Logan said, standing in front of him, happier than James had ever seen him be. "He only left last night because he was confused, which, is perfectly understandable now that I think about it. I mean, if someone I thought was my best friend randomly told me they loved me I'd be pretty freaked, but he thought about it and realized he likes me to!" His words were hurried and running together in his excitement, and he was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.

But while Logan was having the best moment of his life, James' world was slowly crumbling. All the sacrifice, all the things he had put on the line, it was all supposed to be worth it. HE was the one that was supposed to get Logan in the end. Not Kendall.

"No." He said, again just a whisper, the emotion rushing through his mind making it hard to think.

"What are you talking about? This was the goal James! I got him!"

"No." He repeated, louder this time, so desperate for Logan to understand he might not make it.

"No?" Logan was full on confused know. James was making absolutely no sense. "What do you mean no?"

"I mean you weren't supposed to be with him!" James was nearly shouting, but still being quiet enough as to not alert the other inhabitants of 2J. "You were supposed to be with me!"

"What? With you? You're not making much sense man."

"Kendall was supposed to say no!" James was nearly at tears by this point, so fucking frustrated with himself and everyone else that he wasn't sure how much longer he could fight them. "He was supposed to say no, so you'd realize you were supposed to be with me!"

"You set me up to get hurt?" Logan's voice was so small, so quiet that James stopped freaking out for a second and just stared at him.

"You had to see he was never going to love you back, you had to see that I was the one you were perfect for! Me! Not Kendall! Please Logan! Why can't you see that?"

"James . . ." Logan said, at a complete loss for words, now he fully realized how Kendall felt yesterday. The waves of absolute shock that were invading his mind made it impossible for anything concrete thought to take place. It was a swirl of confusion and hurt. Because even through the haze, Logan knew that he didn't even begin to feel what James felt for him. He had never even looked at James that way, sure he was charming and funny, but not at all what Logan knew he needed. He needed Kendall. He had always needed Kendall. And as much as James had been there for him through everything, there had never been that spark of electricity that had consumed his body when Kendall was near. He simply didn't see James as anything more than a friend . . . and he knew very well that was the last thing James wanted to hear.

But he wouldn't hide the way he felt, because between James and Kendall there was no competition. Sad, but true.

James knew it was over, the pitying look Logan was giving him nearly made him lose it.

They both jumped when the door James had been watching for over a half hour opened again and Kendall stepped out, his smile dropping when he saw them both standing there. "What's going on?"

He knew it was stupid, and childish, and that you couldn't escape your problems, but James didn't know what else to do, so he ran. Because the look Logan gave Kendall when he stepped out was sickening. And bitter collection of affection and the desire for the blonde to help him. So he ran, and he didn't look back.

Before anyone could even blink James was out of the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him, as Kendall trained his attention on a very stunned Logan, standing rooted to the spot, mouth slightly open.

"What's going on?" He asked again, placing his hands on Logan's shoulders when he didn't respond.

But Logan just shook his head, not even able to process what just happened, let alone relay it to someone else.

There had to be some kind of a mistake. James couldn't be in love with him. The idea itself was simply absurd. He was James Diamond for crying out loud, and you couldn't tie him down. The same James Diamond that routinely went out with another girl every other day couldn't be in love with Logan Mitchell.

Then the image of James' face came swimming to the forefront of Logan's mind again, and he winced at the image.

"James . . ." Logan said, in answer to Kendall question, who was getting seriously worried about Logan's silence.

"What about James?"

"He loves me."

Oooo it's almost like a cliffy, but not as bad as I've done with past stories! And again, it's not over yet! ;D lol But now it's a bit more complicated . . .

I'm also going to apologize for any delays that might be happening in the next month. Its sectionals for swimming this week and then state the week after that (crossing my fingers we make it this year), and then it's the same thing for the boys team the next two weeks (we are theor designated cheerleaders XD) So, super fun, but leaves very little time to write. I will try my best none the less!

Hope you liked this chapter and hope you'll review!