Chapter Six

(Kendall's POV)

Clarissa's been sleeping on our couch for about a week or so. We had supposedly 'broke up' a day after she began staying here, so whenever anyone else was in the room with us, we pretended it was awkward or we hated each other. We had made a big fake argument about it one time, when I had completely accidentally knocked her glass over at dinner once, and she complained about how careless I was, and we went off from there.

After dinner that night, James had come to comfort her, while my mom came for me. I had really wanted Logan, but he had been avoiding us for some time now. Of course, he had to show up for rehearsals and Gustavo didn't think it was very 'professional' for Logan to show up without the rest of us, so we had to come with him them, but that never meant he had to interact with us. Me, specifically. I really hated him ignoring me, so tonight I decided I would corner him and force him to talk to me.

My chance came after dinner, as everyone was getting ready for bed. It was Saturday, so we didn't have to get up early for band practice the next day, so Mrs. Knight let us stay up as late as we wanted, which was never far past midnight or so. Speaking of Mrs. Knight, she and Katie were already sound asleep in bed, seeing as it was almost eleven thirty.

When Logan came back from the pool, Clarissa was over in her real apartment getting changed, and Carlos and James were in the bathroom brushing their teeth. If it had been anyone else I would have been worried about them coming out too soon, but with Carlos and James it would easily devolve into a toothpaste war that destroyed half the bathroom, anyway.

"Logan," I called his name kindly, but he ignored me, so I walked over to him in three short strides, "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure," His voice was biting despite his bland tone. We moved over to the couch and sat down, and I shuffled awkwardly, "What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Why haven't you been talking to me for the past week?" I asked openly, Logan's eyes widening at the out-of-the-blue question.

"Because, I…" He began in a matter-of-fact tone, but he trailed off as his words became lost in the silence, "I don't know," He admitted, "I just needed some time to think, sort some stuff out, you know?" He smiled up at me sheepishly. I swear, my heart melted at the sight of him.

"Well, have you sorted those 'things' out?" I tried to be subtle in moving a little closer to him, but he must have noticed, because I was absolutely horrible at being subtle. However, seeing as he did nothing to push me away, I assumed he either didn't notice or didn't really mind. I took my chances and decided it was the latter.

"Y-yeah. . ." He turned away, a heavy blush forming on his cheeks. He was cute when he blushed.

"And? What did you figure out?" I'm sure I sounded like Clarissa, egging on the conversation to try and get him to tell me something he was hiding.

"Well, you see, Kendall, I . . . I was thinking about it, and . . ." He turned towards me, still blushing. The next second, I wasn't exactly sure what happened next, whether I moved first or he did. One second, I was staring into his adorable eyes, leaning a little bit closer to him, and the next, I felt his lips crash onto mine. Oh god, he was kissing me!

I kissed him back hungrily, our lips moving together for all of three seconds before one of us, I'm not sure who, broke apart. It took us both a few seconds to process what had just happened, and when he did, Logan touched his fingertips to his lips.

"What were you thinking about, again?" I smiled a sexy smiled I saved only for him.

"I was thinking-" He kissed me again "- that I like you."

"Well isn't that a coincidence? I like you too," I couldn't help but smile, "When did you realize…?"

"Well, I guess when you were going out with Clarissa, which I still think was a terrible idea," He answered almost immediately.

"Clarissa's not that bad," I defended.

"I know, but I was jealous," He admitted, looking down and blushing.

"Aww," I blushed as well, "You're cute when you blush, Logie." He didn't have time to reply, because I pulled him closer and kissed him again. He was addictingly sweet.

Our lips moved together again, but this time as we kissed deeper, I was suddenly conscious of how far back in my mouth my tongue was. My tongue wormed it's way to the edge of Logan's lips, asking for access. He let me in hesitantly, and instantly his sweet taste was overwhelming. But I wanted more, I needed more. I felt his hand on the bottom of my tee-shirt, beginning to snake it's way up my chest.

"Later," I muttered, breaking apart our kiss for only a second. I heard a loud smash coming from the bathroom, startling both Logan and I as we jumped apart. James and Carlos stumbled out of the bathroom, both covered in toothpaste from head to foot. Carlos was wearing his hockey helmet, that had toothpaste seeping out it's sides.

"What happened with you two?" Logan asked, smiling.

"Toothpaste war!" Carlos yelled excitedly. I rolled my eyes and he and James began wiping the toothpaste off themselves. A knock on the door, followed by a broken 'let me in.' Logan walk-jogged over to the door, opening it hastily to see Clarissa standing in front of a man with a stubbly beard and unkept, graying hair. It was her father, I recognized from the jail trip. I guess she had bailed him out after all.

"Hey guys," Clarissa smiled meekly, "Uh, my dad's back, so I guess I won't have to stay with you any more." James and Carlos looked disappointed, while I forced a smile and a sneer in her direction. Logan remained stone-faced.

"Yes, erm, you were the boys Clarissa was staying with while I was -ahem- away?" Her father asked, clearly nervous.

"Yes, we were, and we're glad to see you back on your feet," I forced a shaky smile.

"All right, cool. Well That's really it," Clarissa was hasty with her exit, pausing only to smile in James' direction. After she had gone, Carlos stretched, removing is helmet and resting it on the kitchen table.

"Well, I'm off to bed," He announced perkily, James following behind him sullenly. It felt weird without Clarissa here, she had practically become part of the family in the past week. As soon as their bedroom door clicked shut, I felt Logan press his body up close to mine despite that only a moment ago he was practically on the other side of the room.

"Now," He purred seductively, sliding his hand up my shirt, to my stomach, "Where were we?" I pulled him over to the couch, pinning his shoulders down easily. I kissed him lightly on the cheek, nipping his ear as I did so.

"We were right here," I smiled, tugging his shirt off over his head. His bare chest was rising and falling evenly, and I felt him wrap his arms around me, listening to my heart beat faster every time he moved. This moment was perfect. I never wanted it to end.

"You're fun to cuddle with," Logan whispered in my hear, his hot breath tickling my cheek as his hand hand moved up and down my back, my shirt wrinkling as he did so. I wormed my way down beside him, loving how it felt to hold him close to me.

"You are too," I couldn't help but smile, "Hey, Logan…?" I started nervously, unsure of whether or not I should ask my question so soon.

"Yes, Ken-doll?" He murmured, his eyes closing and his breathing becoming more deep and steady.

"May I call you mine?" I whispered, Logan resting in my arms, slipping off into his own dreamland.

"Yes," He breathed as he fell asleep quietly, his head resting on my chest. I loved Logan. No, this was more than love. This was perfection. All my thoughts previously disappeared as I stared at the sleeping boy beside me.

If only I would have known that, with the arrival of Clarissa's father, everything would come crashing down.