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Tell Me That You Love Me

Part 4

I think I'm gonna puke.

Kendall and Dustin had been together for a day - a full twenty-four hours - and had all they had done so far was kiss and giggle. I tried to ignore the kissing noises going on beside me. I wanted to focus on my script. I wanted to hurry and learn my lines, so I can do my scenes quicker, and I could go home.

But that was almost impossible to do when...

*giggle*

"You're a really good kisser."

"You're a better kisser."

"No, you are."

"No, you."

"Let's compare."

...Was going on behind you. I'm literally holding back vomit. Why, oh why God? Why me? What did I do to deserve this? I'm a good person. I barely lie. I never cheated. And when I did lie, it was for a good reason. "Why do you hate me so!"

"We don't hate you." I heard from beside me.

Crap. "I wasn't talking to you guys." I said sheepishly.

I felt their confused gazes on the side of my head. "Then who were you talking to?" I heard Kendall ask.

"Uh," Think of something. Anything. Anything at all. Oh, my God. Stop thinking about thinking and say something. "Myself?"

I mentally face-palmed for it coming out as a question.

Their confused expressions grew. "Was that a question or a statement?" Dustin asked.

"A statement!" I replied quickly.

They blinked. "Right..." They said together and then proceeded to giggle at their silliness. I wanted to barf.

I proceeded to slam my script down, with much more force than intended, and stomped away mumbling a quick "I need some air." I'd be surprised if either one of them noticed, seeing as they had started making out again.

I walked down several hallways until I was back in my dressing room. I walked in with every intention of pouting, maybe even crying a little bit, but my plans were ruined when Dustin walked in behind me.

I briefly wondered how I didn't notice him following me until he spoke up. "Okay, I feel like a major douche." He sighed.

My first thought was to pull a "Ya think!" but decided against it and went with "What do you mean?" instead.

He rolled his eyes. "Oh come on Logan. You're not that subtle with your hissy fits." I opened my mouth to argue, but he kept going before I could. "I mean, I don't blame you. You have every reason to be pissed off. I mean your boyfriend broke up with you to go out with your worst nemesis. Not to mention we make out in front of you all the time. Not caring. Or, at least that's what it seems like. When in all reality we do, we just get caught up every once in awhile. To which I'm very sorry for." He paused to breathe and I took that as an opening.

"Okay...one, 'nemesis'? Really? I never liked you Dustin, but I wouldn't consider you my nemesis." I folded my arms over my chest.

He shrugged. "It sounded cooler than just saying you didn't like me."

I shook my head. "Okay...and two, apology accepted."

"Really? Just like that?" He cocked his head to the side. "No yelling, no hitting, no pushing, no name calling?"

"Uh, no. None of that. Yet. Give me a few more days, and yes there will be all that and more. But for now, I understand. Just please! Stop doing the couple stuff. In. Front. Of. Me!" I said, my voice getting slightly louder as I finished.

He gave a slight smile. "Okay. But you sure you don't want to punch me? I mean, you punched Kendall."

"Why am I not surprised he told you?" I sighed. "Right now Dustin, I just don't care."

His brows furrowed. "You don't?"

I shook my head.

"Are you sure, because it's okay be upset with me Logan." He said. "I was close to kicking your ass a couple of times when the situation was switched." He smiled at me and I could tell he was only trying to lighten the situation with a joke. I chuckled too, but only at the mental image of this guy trying to kick my ass. "But seriously Logan, I was thinking that maybe now we can try to be friends."

It's strange that you want to be my friend now that you've stolen my boyfriend.

"Sure," I forced a smile.

He apparently bought it, smiling back he left me alone. I rolled my eyes at the shut door and fell back onto the couch, letting out a heavy drawn out groan. I often wondered why I held so much in.

Kendall and Dustin have both told me that it's okay to feel the way I feel, but I just can't bring myself to express those feelings properly. I didn't want them to feel any worse than they might already feel by constantly acting like a girl about things. It wouldn't be fair to them, and I couldn't live with the guilt of knowing I'm putting a strain on their relationship.

I couldn't help thinking that if Kendall and I were still together then he would be here comforting me, telling me that everything was going to be okay.

I held back tears, rolling onto my stomach and burying my face into the cushions.

There was a faint knock at the door before it creaked open. "Logan?"

Was it pathetic that I was hoping fate would be on my side and the person who was now sitting next to me would be Kendall?

I didn't move or speak, afraid a sob would come out instead. "Dude, are you okay?" James shook me gently, trying to coerce me out of my fetal position.

I opened my mouth to tell him yes, that everything was okay and that I was fine, but no words came out. Instead a sob wracked my body. The tears started flowing like a river. I couldn't hold back anymore. I quickly shook my head, clutching the couch cushions as I cried.

James managed to get me to let go and pulled me into his arms. I buried my face in his shoulder and cried. I cried because I felt betrayed. I cried because I was hurt. I cried because I was angry with not only Kendall, but also myself for not having better control over my emotions and breaking down in front one of my closest friends.

I don't know how long I cried, but I was thankful when my tears stopped falling and I was finally able to breath normally. My body stopped shaking as I moved out of James' grasp. "Um," I wiped my wet cheeks and shifted awkwardly back into the couch. "Sorry about your shirt." I mumbled glancing at the wet spot on the shoulder of his tee.

James chuckled lightly, looking at it too. "It's cool, man. It'll dry." His eyes then went soft and concerned. "Are you okay though?"

I swallowed and nodded.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." My voice came out raspy. I cleared my throat before continuing. "No, I don't."

He looked skeptical for a moment. "You know, if you ever need to talk, me and Carlos..."

"I won't need to. Thanks." I quickly cut him off. James stared intensely at me, trying to read me but I wouldn't let that happen. I had let my walls down once and had gotten hurt, and I wasn't going to let it happen again. I sat expressionless, walls up. "So, did you need something?" I asked, changing the subject.

James looked reluctant to drop the earlier events, but I guess he realized I wasn't going to talk about it and moved on. "They, uh, need us on the set."

I nodded. "Alright, let's go." I smiled and stood, exiting my dressing room.

I didn't miss the look of concern James shot my way.

Idk, how to feel...

What about you guys?