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(Logan POV)

I parted from Kendall, James, and Carlos (who was still pouting) to head to the little apartment I shared with my dad. Ever since my mother died, it's just been me and him… and our puppy, Sparks.

Grabbing the key from under the mat (oh how cliché), I made my way up the stairs and to the kitchen. I was about to rummage through the fridge to find some type of junk food to eat when I saw a note on the counter-

Logan,

Had to work late tonight. I'll be home around one or two. There's Chinese food in the fridge.

-Dad.

I vaguely noticed that he didn't say 'love you' before he ended the note. I decided to just shrug it off and go take a shower. I was gross and sweaty and smelled like… well sweat. Sweat and I just didn't go together.

I walked into my room and looked through my drawers until I found my favorite pajama pants. They were a gift from my mom…before she passed…

Tossing the pants onto the towel rack, I bent over and turned on the shower nozzle, hoping the water wouldn't take too long to warm up. I was freaking hungry.

Then I heard a very weird sound. It was a cross between a howl and a bark. I looked down into my shower and saw a sopping wet, probably very cold, Sparks.

He had been sleeping in my shower.

"Sparks," I scolded, picking him up. "You know not to sleep in my shower on Fridays." I wrapped him up in a towel and set him in his little puppy house. "Stay," I said, looking at him firmly.

I only stayed in the shower long enough to scrape the dirt off and make me smell not so gross. I was seriously hungry and not at all tired, so I decided to heat up some Chinese food and wait for my dad to come home.

The next thing I remember is waking up on the couch at ten o'clock with the TV on and being utterly confused. I must've fallen asleep on the couch while I was waiting for my dad. I guess he got home, too, because there was a blanket on top of me.

Rubbing sleep out of my eyes, I sat up and looked around. Sure enough, dad was sitting at the table, eating cereal with coffee. My dad was such a strange man. I shook my head and smiled.

"Hey," he said. "Look who's up."

I pushed the blanket off of me and sat next to him. "Yeah, I must've dozed off," I said, getting some cereal for myself. "When'd you get home?"

"About one thirty," he said.

"Oh."

This always happened nowadays. Dad and I would try to start a conversation but it would just end up going nowhere. Sometimes I'd try to pick it up again but neither of us was over Mom's death and I was hardly ever in a talking mood.

"You got any homework?" he asked.

"No," I lied. Hey, it's not like I was gonna do it. Might as well say I didn't have any.

"Well uh," he started. "Maybe you should invite some friends over."

"Well uh," I said, slightly mocking him. "I just saw them last night."

He looked like he was about to say 'Well uh' again, but he stopped himself. "That doesn't mean you can't see them again," he answered instead, cleaning up some of his dishes. "You and that kid you like could go hang out or something. What's his name?"

I knew he was just trying to show some interest in my life, but the last thing I wanted to talk about was Kendall. He's been acting really weird lately and I don't know what his problem is.

But, I did need to talk to my dad more, and if that meant talking about Kendall then fine. So I just sighed and muttered, "His name is Kendall."

"Oh," my dad said. "Well I was close." He picked up my bowl for me and also took it to the sink. "But like I was saying," he continued. "You could always invite over Kendall."

I could tell where he was trying to go with this. "Kendall is straight, dad."

"But he might not be," he said.

I blinked. "What?"

"Most kids don't find out that they're…" He paused. "Different until they get older."

"Dad," I said slowly. "Kendall is 18 and will be going to college next year. I'm pretty sure that if he was gay he would've figured that out by now."

"Well I still think you should invite him over," he said. "You've seemed kind of lonely."

"Yeah, maybe because I'm just one of the few openly gay guys at my school," I muttered.

Apparently he heard me because he said, "Why don't you try talking to one of them?"

"Because." I thought this over. "There are only four others- Jack, Jason, Adam, and Tom," I explained.

"Yeah…and?"

"And," I said. "Jason is dating Jack, Adam hates me, and Tom is fat."

At that point, my dad looked really confused. "Why does Adam hate you?"

"Uh, let's just say that we once had a very complicated relationship," I said. "Look, if I just call Kendall and invite him over, will you drop this whole subject?"

"Only if you take him to lunch," he said.

I sighed, hoping he was kidding, and took out my cell phone. I pressed number one and it automatically dialed Kendall's number. Yes, he was my speed dial number one. What does it matter?

Then I braced myself to see what he was going to say. Rather, what I was going to say. How am I supposed to phrase something like that in a way that won't give away the fact that I have a crush on him?

He picked up on the third ring, "Hey."

"Uh…" I waved my dad away. He left, winking at me. "Hey."

"What's up?"

I cleared my throat. "I was just wondering if you wanted to come over and hang out, maybe grab some lunch later."

I waited patiently for his reply, "Yeah, sure," he said. "I need to get out of the house anyways."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah," he said. "James has been talking non-stop about his stupid girlfriend."

"Raquel?" I guessed.

He scoffed. "No," he said. "Some girl, Camille."

I had never talked to any Camille's before. "Is she in our grade?"

"Apparently," he said, slightly irritated. "I've seen her before but I haven't ever talked to her."

"Me neither."

Kendall was quiet for a moment. "Yeah, but anyways, is it ok if I come over right now? James's talk of Camille is torture."

I chuckled quietly. "Anything James says is usually torture, but yeah that's fine."

"Kay, see you in a few."

"Bye," I said.

"Bye." And then he hung up.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and suddenly realized something- I was still wearing my pajama pants. This was a problem.

I rushed to the bathroom and threw on a shirt and some bright skinny jeans. God, I love those skinny jeans…. Anyways, I ran a comb through my hair but decided to leave it down a bit. My usual mohawk takes at least forty-five minutes to create and I was low on gel. Besides, my hair looks amazing against my skin. Just saying.

Just as I walked out of the bathroom, the buzzer… buzzed and I strolled nonchalantly to the door. This was going to be interesting with my dad around…

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