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BUT, on the bright side I have the fourth chapter almost fully written out (it was actually done before this, shhhh) so it will probably be up relativley soon. As always, enjoy the latest addition to the story :)


"What was that about?" Mrs. Knight asked as I trudged towards the kitchen, not even turning away from the stove to know it was me.

"Kendall is being stupid," I grumbled. That was enough to make her turn around with a look of concern etched upon her face.

"What's-" her sentence was cut short as she spotted the half empty bottle of whiskey I had in front of me. "Logan! I do not tolerate drinking while you are underage and living under my roof," Jen said strictly, sounding exactly like the authoritative mother she was.

"Yeah, you might wanna tell your son that. He drank an entire bottle of vodka before he started this yesterday," I said grimly, lifting the bottle off of the kitchen counter. "I took this with me out of our room, but I have no idea where it's actually supposed to be," I added.

"I'll take care of it," she said calmly, although I had lived with her long enough to tell that she was in fact furious, "would you mind making sure the bacon doesn't burn?"

I gave her a nod. "Where is Kendall now?" Jennifer asked.

"Upstairs in our room, probably sleeping off his hangover," I told her and watched her trudging off towards our room.

For a second there it was as if I could see the steam coming out of her ears, or a stormy cloud hanging over her head as if she somehow had suddenly become a cartoon character. Had it been under any other circumstances, I would have thought it funny, but I was in far too bad of a mood for that.

Why couldn't Kendall just talk to us, to me? I was supposed to be his best friend for God's sakes! We used to share everything with each other. I was the one he used to call in the middle of the night back in Minnesota when he couldn't sleep because of whatever problem he was having. I was the one he confided in when he first came out as gay. What happened to all of that? All those years of close friendship and years of sharing every little secret with each other before anyone else?

What could I possibly have done to loose his trust, to let him slip away from me like that?

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I dragged a hand across my face. I shouldn't do this to myself, I knew that, somewhere deep down at the very core of my soul. Yet I couldn't help but to feel like I was being a bad friend if he couldn't even come to me with a guy problem. Sure, I wasn't exactly an expert at romantic relationships with guys, or in general for that matter, but at least I would do my best and I had the ability to think logically - I could give great advice.

I quickly dismissed the depressive thoughts, trying to force myself not to feel like a shitty friend, and returned my attention to the bacon frying in the pan. The sound of fat crackling in the pan cleared my head enough to make me realize that Kendall probably had a good reason for keeping this to himself. He might not be a genius, but he was smart nonetheless, and definitely smart enough to realize when he was on to the path if self destruction. He wouldn't do this to himself if it wasn't strictly necessary.

I hoped.

No, he definitely does, I thought as I pulled the pan off of the flame from the gas-fueled stove, hearing Mama Knight's angry voice shouting... Well, something. Frankly, I was relieved I couldn't hear her exact words, as I was sure it was far from pretty. She didn't get mad that often, but when she did, she was scary as hell. And Kendall was undoubtedly suffering right now.

"Do I smell bacon?" An eager Carlos asked, overly energetic for a morning as usual. "Yup," I said as I divided the bacon on to five plates, skipping James' as he was a strict permanent diet of no fast food or unhealthy food, which more often than not were the same thing. "Good morning, James," I said somewhat cheerfully, surprised that he was actually up before noon on a weekend, especially after a party, only to get a grumble in reply. "Why are you up?" Katie asked James suspiciously, munching on a crispy piece of bacon. She too seemed about as tired as James, though not quite as grumpy.

"Because someone decided to have a shouting match with their roommate," he said with a glare aimed at me. I would have cringed under his death glare, had I not been too stunned that he could actually talk in his state. I mean seriously, he hadn't even maniacally combed his hair to perfection yet or changed out of his pajamas - which really only were a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top, but pajamas nonetheless - or showered, which was something he always did before as much as stepping a foot outside of his bedroom door. "And then Mama Knight went all bloody murder on him," James said, leaving no doubt as to where he wanted to be right now - in his bed, buried deep underneath his warm duvet.

"Speaking of, what did he even do that was so bad?" Katie asked curiously, snatching up another piece of bacon from her brother's plate. I smacked her hand away. "Leave some for Kendall. Well, if he lives down that," I said gesturing towards my room. "He drank a full bottle of vodka and half a bottle of Jack last night," I informed them, all of them cringing in sympathy pain. They all knew how Mama Knight felt about drinking.

"It was nice knowing you, big brother," Katie said bowing hear head at her brother's plate of egg and bacon, as if it was a coffin at a funeral. James lightly smacked the back of her head. "He's not dead. Mama Knight may not let him out of the house until he's forty, or until she can't stand him any longer, but she wouldn't kill her only son. She's not a psycho," James said. I pointed towards James, still leaning my body weight on my other arm against the kitchen counter and nodding in agreement, as if to silently say he's right.

"Mm, I smell bacon," came Kendall's groggy voice (even if he had just had a yelling match with his mother and slept for not more than five minutes), effectively shutting us up. Mama Knight followed him, looking beyond pissed. A thick tension filled the air, making the whole situation a lot more awkward than it really had to be. We all remained silent and continued finishing up our breakfasts. The whole thing reminded me of the Battle Blast 5 incident, when we had that super awkward silent lunch.

As I finished my food, I got out of my seat and carried my empty plate over to the dishwasher, then headed for the front door. "Where do you think you're going?" Jennifer asked, her voice cold and brisk, my hand lingering on the door knob as if it had been frozen in place. She was pissed alright. "Uhh, down to the pool. Maybe hang with Camille for a while?" It was more of a question than a proper answer, but it wasn't like my plans were set in stone.

"Oh no you're not." There it was again, that voice, the one that sent chills down my spine and made the hair at the back of my neck stand up. "You are not leaving this apartment, Logan. Neither of you are in the next three weeks unless it is to go to school, or to work," she said looking directly at each of my band mates in turn. "What!" I cried, hearing the other boys around me groan and complain how three weeks seemed a little uncalled for, "what have I done? I'm not the one who drank an entire bottle of vodka, then washing it down half a bottle of whiskey!" Kendall shot me a death glare, making me inwardly cringe.

"No, but you were the one going to a party, not only disobeying your curfew but also illegally drinking," Jennifer said harshly. "And James accompanied you to that party." I was stunned. How did she know that?

"Wait, you weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow. Why are you here?" I wondered.

"Well, because this guy," she said, thumbing towards Carlos, "got himself stuck in custody for speeding last night, going 95 in a 30 zone." I turned to Carlos in shock. What had he been thinking? He could have gotten himself killed, wrecked the car, killed Stephanie - if she was with him, which I assumed she was. "I trusted you boys to be the responsible adults you so frantically claim to be, and left you alone for one weekend, one weekend, and you can't even obey the few simple rules I gave you?" Jennifer sounded almost hurt, betrayed, but above all disappointed. "If this ever happens again, if I find you drinking, or speeding, or otherwise breaking the law, I will not hesitate to inform your precarious employers of it, and I assure you whatever punishment they will provide you will be a hell of a lot worse than this."

They didn't all need to be geniuses to hear the truth behind her words. So, without further ado, they all made a mental note not to break anymore rules in fear of what Gustavo might do. Putting them on the first flight back home to Minnesota actually didn't strike them as worst case scenario. Especially not with Griffin on board.


As it turned out, being grounded meant no TV, no computers or internet use, no magazines, no videogames, no movies, not even any access to music! Kendall was a music addict, his mom knew that - which, if he really thought about it might just be the very reason it was on the blacklist. Kendall was one of those people who couldn't fully function without music, much like he couldn't function properly without enough sleep. And, unbeknown to his friends and the rest of the world, Kendall used music to deal with his otherwise powerful emotions. And without it he became a nightmare to be around. Luckily though, both for him and the other inhabitants of 2J, they were musicians and even though it was their own music and not really what Kendall would have wanted in order to restrain his emotions, it was music none the less and it soothed his overactive mind just enough to make him bearable to be around.

The only thing the four boys had to entertain themselves with where books, newspapers, board games, Swirly and that dome hokey game they had gotten installed. And each other of course. But only a week in, even Carlos was tired of Swirly.

"There has got to be something to do," Carlos groaned, his whole body buried in the bright orange couch and his head hanging over the top of it, his chin facing the ceiling. "That right there is the epitome of bored," Logan muttered almost mockingly, although he was merely stating the obvious. "Oh yeah? Like you're so much better Mr. I'm gonna become a doctor so I'll just read every stupid medical text book on the planet!" An obviously angry Latino retorted. "Okay, that is not true! There are a lot more books out there I haven't read yet," Logan shouted back. "Okayy... I'm gonna go to my room," Kendall said knowing full well that neither boy would really hear him, but figured it was best to escape before the really messy fight broke loose.

The former hockey captain sighed heavily as he slumped down on his bed, the sound of fighting muffled to a bearable level by the closed door. Now would be a really good time to escape to the chilled air of the hockey rink, or listen to some music, to drown out his thoughts and frustration. But he couldn't do either of those things for another two weeks. How on earth was he supposed to live through that?

He already had so many feelings bottled up he didn't know what to do with himself. Being around Logan was unbearable, he seemed to look even more adorable when Kendall was bored and Kendall could barley fight the urge to kiss those light pink, soft and velvety looking lips of the genius. Or jump his bones. Which ever came first.

But not being around Logan was painful too, after all, the genius had been his best friend for years before he developed feelings for the brunette - or at least became aware of his feelings for Logan. Being with Logan in any sort of way was really all the blonde knew anymore.

So, feeling at a loss as to what to do with himself and his feelings flying all over the place, Kendall fished out one of the countless books stuffed into the shelf in his shared bedroom, the one that looked like it had the least resemblance to any of his feelings, yet was at leas a bit interesting. He began reading, and before Kendall really knew what was happening he had lowered himself into a world of betrayal, hurt, anger and loss. Vampires and magic of so many sorts, yet set in a world so close to his own, he just couldn't put the book down for the life of him.

"Hey Kendall, it's dinner ti- is that a book?" Logan asked completely stunned as he entered their shared room. "Duh. You of all people should be able to recognize a book," Kendall muttered, not once tearing his eyes from the page. "Bu-but why are you reading a book?" Logan asked. "Offensive," Kendall huffed, turning the page. "And I was bored. "

"Well are you coming to dinner or not?"

"Just a second, I'm just gonna finish this chapter first," Kendall muttered, silently wondering how long he had been laying on his bed buried deep within the fictive world of his book. Logan was so shocked he didn't know what else to do but to leave the blonde to his reading. He was well over halfway through the book already, and if Logan was being completely honest with himself he was a little impressed and proud of the blonde.

"What's up with you? You look like you've seen a ghost," James asked teasingly, effectively pulling the resident genius from the depths of his own mind.

"And where's Kendall?" Mama Knight asked. "In our room. . . reading"

Carlos spewed out the water he had just sipped up all over the table, James, Katie and Jen's mouths all fell ajar in complete shock. "H-he what?" Jennifer asked, not fully being able to recall the last time her son voluntarily picked up a book. "He's reading," Logan repeated despite know she had heard him the first time around, "and he's actually well over halfway done with the book." James blinked twice in shock, "wow, he must have been reeeeally bored."

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with reading!" Logan exclaimed. "Not what I was saying," James said, moving his hands up to rest at the level of his stomach in surrender, "but come on, how often do we find Kendall reading, huh? Can you even remember the last time he voluntarily picked up a book?"

Mama Knight, Katie, Carlos and Logan all shook their heads. "Right," James said, no need to add the silent 'my point exactly' they all knew was laced into his tone.

"Okay, time for dinner then," Kendall said cheerfully as he finally joined the others in the diningroom. "What's up?" Kendall questioned, eyebrows kniting together in confusion and wonder at the shocked atmmosphere still hanging heavy in the room. "Oh, nothing," his mom said innocentley, seeming to snap them all back to planet earth and continue on like they normally would.

They all figured everything would be back to normal, Kendall reading a book wasn't really that big of a deal. After all, reading was a good thing.

But everything didn't fully go back to normal. Although James seemed to be the only one noticing that. Kendall would sit on the other side of the couch, as far away from Logan as it would alow without being too obvious. He would find a subtle excuse to leave the room once girls became a topic of conversation, but only when Logan contributed to the conversation. Kendall would otherwise nod along offering a few comments where he found it appropriate, and again, James seemed to be the only one to notice the blonde's complete lack of interest.

If James was being honest, though, he was only noticing all of this because he was watching Kendall intently after the whole reading thing. The signs were so little and looked almost natural, that the pretty boy couldn't help but to wonder how long this had been going on. It really didn't look like something he had just started – the blonde was far too skilled for that. And they do say practice makes perfect, James thought. He's acting like he's jealous. James of all would know, after all he was the self-proclaimed 'Love doctor of Love'.

Then a thought struck him. Kendall only had that slightly pained look in his eyes – the one where his face might be showing a bright smile, but never quite reaching his slightly saddened eyes – and left the room when Logan and Camille's on and off relationship became a topic, which clearly suggested the blonde would have to be interested in Camille.

Except he clearly had no interest in their conversations about girls, even when it was pointed out that Lucy was clearly into him, so that meant –

He's in love with Logan, James thought, almost letting the thought slip past his lips.


Another half week passed with no change in the blonde's demeanor. Well, besides possibly growing slightly more short-tempered and agitated.

Carlos and Logan seemed to notice this too – even Mama Knight and Katie did, which explained their constant absence – keeping all inhabitants of 2J on the tip of their toes, the edge of their seats, on pins and needles. Just one of those phrases alone wasn't nearly enough to describe the tension flooding the apartment as they all practically waited for the explosion that was sure to come with just one wrong word or move.

Yet, James couldn't help but to corner the blonde as he escaped the confines of the recording booth for a bathroom break. James swiftly excused himself, saying he too needed one, which, when it came down to it, he really did.

"What's up with you, man?" James wondered, after he made sure they were alone, his voice raised to a shout. "Are you like in love with him or something?" The pretty boy of the band was clearly annoyed. "Logan," he added as the blonde's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "No, of course not," Kendall replied, the lie rolling off his tongue as if it was completely natural – as if it was actually true. James still didn't seem to buy it, though, as he spat his next words. "You sure? Cause you've sure been acting like you do."

"I am not in love with him, James," Kendall said, punctuating each word as if his friend had all of a sudden turned into a disobedient toddler. "Fine, fine," James said throwing his hands up in surrender. He had learned by now not to argue with the tall blonde. Truthfully, James was a little scared of Kendall when he was like this, ready to snap at any minute. Blame it on wanting to protect 'The Face' as he might, in all honesty James just wanted to avoid conflict with his best friend.

Leaving the bathroom once he was done, James could hardly wait until those three weeks were up. Surely that would make things better.

James then made a mental note to try and stray from the subject of Logan and Camille as best he could. Kendall could deny it all he wanted, but there were definitely some feelings for the young genius in that boy.


I'm sorry this is somewhat short (or maybe that's just me) but there will be somethings to look forward to for the next chapter. And reviews would be greatly appreachiated, it keeps me motivated in fact.

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