December 3rd

All of last night, and some of the morning, all Logan has been doing was singing, and stretching his vocal chords for the few days ahead. He was glad that Kendall came in and impacted in his life. Well, it hasn't been anything life changing just yet, just glad that he's came to meet, know and like the guy. He could picture him now, so instantly in his mind like a clear cut image. But really now, the real thing is better than a thought. Leave the thoughts for the time you'll never be able to see them.

Logan hummed a catchy Christmas tune as he bounced his way down into the kitchen, to see his mom again, making the same loving breakfast for Logan. With the same dawning, bright smile he shot to her, he greeted her, "Morning, mom."

"Hey, Logan." She replied while setting aside a platter for Logan to dig into. As Logan was about to take a forkful of food, she began to talk. "Logie, I've got another late shift tonight, but your dad's coming home today."

"Dad's coming home?" Logan asked, for clarity, with a mouth full of food. Did he hear that right. His dad's coming back home?

"Yeah, but he's only here to rest. He's been working for a 72 hour shift, and they advised him of rest so please, take care of him, and don't disturb him. He'll need his rest before he gets called back into the hospital." She said while packing away her handbag and grabbing the keys off the counter.

"I will mom, but seriously, it's too much for him. I haven't spent any time with him for some time, and calling him back after a 3-day shift? It's so unfair. He needs a lot of rest, and relax. Why can't he just stay home for one day, or something." Logan was so disappointed. He finally finds that his dad comes home, only to find him sleeping away the days, before he's spending them saving lives again. I mean, that's a good thing after all, he's not saying that is wasn't, it's just a matter of keeping away separate aspects of lives in well spaced time intervals. And spend some time with him, and his mom, being together as a happy family. Otherwise, Logan feels like their small happy family is falling apart.

"I know, baby, but you know how understaffed the hospital is. That's why you're studying to be a doctor, right under your father's footsteps, so that one day you could work along aside him, and give him rest. And I'm proud of you for that, baby." She placed a soft kiss on Logan's temple sweetly, and made her way to her high powered job. Logan just had to abide, and let his dad rest up. He's got a lot of singing practice to do so he'll be preoccupied for the time being.

It's just no substitute for his dad.

Logan showed up to school in warm, shining sun that made it look like it had rained rather than a midnight snow session. So it also didn't help that strong, gale winds were blowing across the plains that was his little town. Lucky for him, he had some fingerless gloves and a long scarf wrapped, in a soft, long coat and a black sweater. It might as well be the coldness did nothing to him.

He proceeded to pack his bag and collect his school books again, and when he turned around, he was met face to face with the last person he'd expect to see. But he wouldn't complain one bit, if it happened again.

"Oh, hey, Kendall. How's it going?" Logan smiled at him, like they've been friends since day one. But Kendall still had that mean, striking look fixed on his face. It was distinguishing, that Logan would only know that he'd see that look with a blonde mop top and indigo eyes.

"Logan, mind if we walked and talked?" Kendall looked hesitant, as if he feels like he's bothering Logan with his problems. But Logan doesn't mind. As long as it's another moment closer to Kendall. He'd be willing to listen to him and be there for him.

"Sure, I've got Maths. Mind walking me there." Logan shut his locker and proceeded to move at a steady pace with Kendall moving alongside him.

"Listen Logan, I was wondering. Do you really think I should join this, singing thing? I mean, at first, the primary reason I did this was for extra credit. But if I'm not good at it, then what's the point of me doing it. Then it'd be nothing but tainted credit. It may not look like it, but I've got my morals too." Kendall looked away from Logan, knowing that he'll probably have a look of disbelief painted across it. But to Logan's surprise, he had a shocked expression. He thinks he's not good enough? I mean, has he heard him sing? He'd probably end up being famous. Shh, don't tell James though.

"Kendall, I really think you really do deserve to be here. I have to say, you sing pretty great, and you shouldn't ever sell yourself short. Your voice sounds so soothing and pure. Why should your talent be silenced by insecurities. Kendall, I think your amazing." Logan stopped Kendall and placed his two hands on his shoulders and made him lock eyes with him. He was trying to show how truthfully those words that slipped past his lips were. But in the process, Logan lost himself in his sapphire eyes, shining with a resonating light, adding colour and character to Logan's understanding of Kendall.

Kendall broke out in smiles at Logan, "Thank you so much, Logan. I know I can count of you. Well then, maybe we should start singing together. I know you have a lovely voice. Even if you were just speaking." Logan was surprised by what he said, and in response, just shyly blushed and looked away, a goofy grin on his face.

"So, uh," Logan rubbed the back of his neck, showing the awkwardness between them if Logan had to do that, "My maths class is here. Thanks again Kendall." Logan just rushed into the room, and huffed like some lovesick teenager. Wait, was he? Okay, first things first, sit down and listen to the calculus lesson that was about to start.

Logan rushed home, letting the feeling of the approaching weekend wash over him. He wasted no time to get home, and to even get a glimpse of his father before he'd take a long, well deserving rest. He had to admit, he was being selfish, not letting his dad do his job. Yeah, that was the reason he started studying to become a doctor. He was hoping this would be a window of opportunity to work alongside his dad in the medical fields of science.

Logan saw the sight of his dad's well polished white car sitting lone in the driveway, and Logan wasted no time in running the rest of the couple of blocks home. He pulled out his set of house keys, opened the door, and was not surprised, but disappointed in seeing his dad wasn't anywhere conscience around the house. He was late, he's already fallen deep into slumber, hearing soft snores from upstairs.

Logan was still hopeful though, keeping the opportunity that he'll wake up probably and Logan could have even a decent conversation with him. Catch up and inform each other of the news in their life. He couldn't wait to tell him about the singing group, his school achievements which always make him smile, thinking that he's one step closer to being a doctor. And also, he couldn't wait to talk to him about Kendall too. Although a little different though, Logan did want his parental advice about love and knowing signs of infatuation and attraction. Perhaps something that didn't require the chemistry of the idea, the notion of love and the feeling too.

Changing our of his clothes that were wet and soggy, he unpacked his bag full of school notes and homework on the table, and changed into dry, homey clothes and getting a snack in before tackling his mountain of work to do. He couldn't help but smile every time he walked past his parent's bedroom. Even seeing his dad's sleeping form was enough for Logan not to rely on memories just to paint the picture of his father, seeing as he was now only feet away, rather than miles across town.

The day came and went by so quickly, and had gone unnoticed by Logan, who was wrapped in a blanket beside a cozy fire, watching a bit of television. He was tightly fixed onto the comedy show he was watching, and was about to switch onto a show with singing. Perhaps a sing-along would help with his music.

"Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world, She took the midnight train going anywhere." Logan sung quietly, building up the feeling in the song.

"Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit, He took the midnight train going anywhere" He was getting into it a bit, not afraid to unleash into the chorus soon, and bellow out his vocals.

"A singer in a smoky room, the smell of wine and cheap perfume. For a smile, they could share the night, it goes on and on and on and on," Logan erupted in song, as the chorus pulled though.

"Strangers waiting, Up and down the boulevard, Shadows, somewhere in the night," Logan even danced a bit in his seat. Not even noticing his dad who came down, looking well rested, just smiled at his son's singing. He couldn't say it was bad, still he worried that maybe he'd end up being a singer.

"You always had my voice." He said as he laughed at him, as he turned around and looked extremely embarrassed.

"Dad! Your awake," Logan shouted with glee and went over and hugged him in a tight hold.

"Yeah, well I couldn't waste all my time snoozing around. I should spent time with my family too. Knowing that they're fine will help me rest easy tonight, and get through my job." He smiled sweetly, and Logan was glad he was able to be awake for this moment. All he cared now was spending time with his dad, the show left alone as it went on behind him.

"Well then, dad, c'mon let's catch up." Logan pulled him towards the couch in front of the roaring fire and crackling wood. They began talking endlessly in the wee hours of the night. Eventually, Logan's mom came back and upon seeing her two men talk to each other, she smiled so proudly, and joined in the family moment.

Yes, Logan lived for these moments. He just wished they'd stay for Christmas.