A/N: Okay, I'm half dead right now cause I went to an NFL game last night and didn't get back til wayyyyyyyy late so I'm tired as fuck and if there are any typos/grammatical errors/whatever, forgive me. Brain is not with it.
This fic is still a lil slow, but it's gonna start to pick up, I swear. Um...yeah I have no clue what else to say. Like I said, tired as fuck, feeling like a zombie. Oh! Review please! It would be nice :)
The front door slamming was clue number one that Logan was pissed.
Clue number two was the pillow he threw at James, who was lounging innocent on the couch.
Number three was obviously the "What the fuck?!" the spikey haired one yelled out, voice cracking.
James grabbed the orange square pillow that had landed perfectly on his face as he sat up, tossing it on the other section of couch that ran parallel to the TV. Confusion took over his face, eyebrows furrowing as he fixed his hair. "Dude, what the fuck yourself?!" he yelled back, hard hazel eyes narrowing on his roommate.
"You're dating Camille behind my back?!"
Now the taller male was really fucking confused. Didn't they have that discussion the day before? And didn't it lead to Logan getting pissed about James jacking it in the shower?
"You're out of your mind," the singer replied, rolling his eyes and his turned his head back to the TV.
Which Logan promptly stood in front of, switching it off, arms folded over his chest. "It's all over the TV, all over the internet, all over Twitter." He switched to some girly ass voice that made James seriously question his friend. "'James Diamond and Camille Roberts spotted having romantic meal out in LA.' 'James Diamond and Camille Roberts caught not-so-sneakily out on a date.' 'James Diamond-'"
"Okay!" the younger male interrupted, holding his hands out. "Okay, I get it. Shut up." He dropped his hands on his lap, letting out a sigh. "I told you yesterday nothing was going on and nothing's changed. She. Is. My. Friend." He made sure to enunciate each word, wondering when the hell they had switched brains and Logan had become the slow one. "Dude, I swear there is nothing going on between me and Camille. I wouldn't do that to you."
The spikey haired one snorted, rolling his eyes. "Right, because you're known for your celibacy and not flirting with every girl out there."
Now the other male rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but so far, I've never broken any code, such as the No Hitting On a Best Friend's Girlfriend Code." He gave a pointed look to the shorter male, wordlessly reminding him of the time Logan broke the "No Borrowing Underwear Code".
The elder didn't take the bait. "Doesn't mean you won't break one in the future."
Feeling himself getting pissed, the singer smeared a hand over the top of his head, smoothing his hair down. "Logan, seriously," he started, trying to remain calm, trying to remain reasonable, even though that was usually the other guy's thing. Seriously, when had they Freaky Friday-ed? "There is nothing there."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Because I'm telling you the truth!" He turned so his feet were flat on the ground, hands slightly outstretched and widened in a pleading sort of way. "I don't see Camille in that way."
The student pursed his lips, making a weird "pffpht!" noise, shaking his head in disbelief. "You see every girl that way."
James' frustration reached a boiling point, his hands going on top of his head and tugging on his hair. That's when he knew it was serious, when he was willingly fucking up the brown strands.
He knew there was no other way to prove it, no other way to get Logan off his back about this paranoid bullshit that had taken root in his so-called genius mind and was clearly refusing to leave. Which left James with no other option. He needed to just come out with it, so to speak.
Standing up, he turned to face his best friend of over a decade, hands out to his sides. "I'm gay," he announced, before dropping the limbs with a slap against his thighs.
Logan looked stunned for a moment, not moving, not speaking. It took him a long moment before he snapped out of it and replied. "What?"
"I'm gay," he repeated, hooking his thumbs in the back pockets of his tight jeans. "I like men. I only flirt with women because that's what my mom wanted. It's also why all my dates have been on the downlow, because they were all with guys and no one knows I'm gay. Well, Kelly knows, but only 'cause she caught me checking out the ass of some male intern who had this really tight jeans and they just hugged his co-"
"Okay!" the shorter male was the one to interrupt this time, hands out in front of him like he was tryna keep that visual as far away from him as possible. "I really don't need to hear the rest of that." He dropped his hands, slapping them on his thighs, before sliding them up so they were on his hips. "So. You're really, actually gay."
The taller one nodded, head hanging, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah," he replied lowly.
"I honestly had no idea."
James felt a little impressed with himself for actually managing to get one over the smarty pants. First time for everything he supposed. "Maybe I should've become an actor instead of a singer," he said with a smirk.
"Yeah, maybe." Only Logan didn't seem amused.
The singer felt his stomach drop. Maybe coming out was a bad idea. Sure, it got his roommate off his back about a non-existent affair, but now he might've lost his best friend in the process. "Look, if you're uncomfortable with this or-"
"James." His name was spoken at a low volume, like the elder male couldn't believe what the younger was saying. Logan walked over, putting his hands on James' shoulders and looking him square in the eye. "You're my best friend and I love you like a brother. Who you fall in love with doesn't change anything."
The singer let out a relieved sigh, his body slumping like he'd had a rod going straight up his back holding him up, only to have it be released with the other male's words. He just had no idea how badly he needed to hear them. "Thanks, man."
"You should really tell people though, come out, ya know? It would make you feel a lot better."
The taller male nodded, seeing the shorter's point. "Yeah, but then I'd have to tell my mom..." He trailed off.
The shorter's face looked like he sucked on a lemon, and Logan never did do well with sour shit. "Ooh. Yeah."
"I think I'll stay closeted for a while."
Logan nodded. "Good idea. And you know, your secret's safe with me."
"I know. Thanks. Again." James gave him a grateful smile, glad his best friend was so open and understand, glad he had moved in with him, regardless of the reasons. There was no fucking way he'd be able to do it alone, not without Mommy Logan around.
Logan returned the smile. "Anytime."
The two of them stood there for a brief moment, not speaking, not moving. Then James realized something. "You gonna move your hands? Li'l weird."
"Oh," Logan looked embarrassed, immediately dropping his hands and taking a step back. "Right. Sorry."
The singer decided to have some fun with his clearly flustered friend, a smirk forming on his face, amusement sparkling in his hazel eyes. "Look, just 'cause I'm gay doesn't mean you get to hit on me all the time."
Embarrassment gone, the other male glared, brow drawn. "I was not hitting on you."
"Whatever. Lie to yourself all you want, Logie Bear. You know you love me as more than a brother." Walking around his friend, he couldn't resist reaching back and smacking the shorter male's ass.
"That's it!"
James didn't have time to turn around, much less brace himself. Logan launched himself at the taller male's back, knocking them both onto the ground, landing on the hardwood with a loud thud and a "fuck!" The singer turned over, the student falling off, but still managing to straddle the other guy. James reached up and grabbed Logan's wrists before the smaller male could punch him. Not that it would hurt or anything. But his face was his money maker-along with his voice, duh-and he didn't need it getting damaged.
"Get off me, you freak!" the singer growled.
"Not until you apologize!"
"I regret nothing!"
They continued to struggle, and James wondered how the hell he wasn't overpowering Logan and his scrawny ass chicken arms. He clearly needed to hit the gym soon.
Right as he was contemplating his next free moment so he could do just that, the door opened. Both James and Logan tilted their heads to see Camille-who was upside down to James-walk in, confused look on her face.
"Do I even wanna know?" she asked, pointing to the two of them.
"I'm gay!" the taller male yelled out before the shorter could come up with some reasonable explanation. Plus he just wanted to piss Logan off some more.
"What?!" Success!
Logan scrambled to get off James, glaring down at the other male, who was laughing in amusement. "Dick," he muttered, gently kicking him in the side as he walked over to his girlfriend. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her nose. "Hey, you."
"Hey," she replied, locking eyes with him.
James rolled his own hazel orbs as he got off the ground, wiping the dust and dirt of his ass before adjusting his graphic tee around his waist. Ignoring the couple making goo-goo eyes a few feet away, he walked back to where he'd been seated on the couch, grabbing his iPhone. A sense of relief washed over him, glad he had taken the device out his pocket earlier, long before Logan tackled him to the ground. iPhones, while awesome, were not known for being indestructible.
He pulled up his messages, as Camille spoke up.
"Wait, were you serious about being gay?"
He found Kelly Wainwright's name, the one sane, normal female in his life, the female who somehow managed to make his producer/manager/whatever Gustavo Rocque tolerable and not kill the singer. "Yep," he answered the female in the apartment as he opened up a text to the one who was more than likely at the studio, sounding more like he had agreed to pizza for dinner, rather than confirmed his homosexuality.
"Wow. How long have you known?"
He shrugged, typing on the touch screen, requesting a meeting with her and Gustavo ASAP. "Since I was thirteen, maybe before. Never really was into girls, guys were always more appealing. So." He ended it with a shrug, acting like the whole thing was no big deal. Which was weird. He'd been in the closet nearly half his life, hiding this major secret, knowing it would change not only his own life, but the lives of those around him. But now, he was somewhat open with it, like telling Logan had lifted some sorta weight off his shoulders and he could handle being out. At least to the two of them.
His mom was a whole 'nother beast.
He finished his text and hit send, tossing his phone back on the couch before turning to his friends. They were standing there, side by side, arms around each other's waists.
"Just so you know," she started, "you being gay changes nothing in my eyes. I still love you like a brother."
"Same here," Logan added, smile on his face.
James swallowed hard, fighting back the emotion. It was a habit from when he was growing up, his mom drilling it into his head that showing how you felt was a weakness, that it wasn't something one did. 'Course she had needles and toxins to hide her expressions, which they weren't supposed to talk about. If word got out that the founder and CEO of Diamond Cosmetics used Botox, shit would hit the fan for sure.
But as James stood there, looking at his two best friends, the two people he felt closer to than his own family members, he struggled to remember why holding shit back was a bad idea. Sure, laying your heart out on the line like that left you open and vulnerable, making it easier for people to stomp all over it and hurt you. But the way Logan and Camille were smiling at him, he knew he wasn't at risk. They accepted him, fully, wholly, completely. And most importantly, they loved him, regardless of who he loved.
Was enough to bring a tear to a guy's eye.
He sniffed, determined not to let them fall, not that it mattered. Judging by Camille's face, the way she said "Aww, James", and how she was walking over with her arms outstretched, she clearly knew.
She wrapped her arms around him, snuggled her head into his broad chest, his arms going around her shoulders. Her shorter stature made it easy for him to rest his chin on top of her head, eyes locked on Logan. Oh, shit. The two of them had just been arguing about whether or not something was going on between the taller male and the female he was currently hugging. This probably didn't look too good.
Only Logan wasn't pissed. The corner of his lips were still pulled up in a smirk as he walked over to the twosome. Camille opened her arms, James doing the same, and they both pulled Logan into the embrace.
A satisfied sigh left the singer's lips, relief flooding over him, his body relaxing. Knowing the two people in his arms had his back made him feel a whole lot better, but he also knew it was just the beginning and that not everyone was gonna be as accepting. He was gonna get hate. He was gonna get death threats. He was gonna get his ass beaten. He was gonna have to deal with his mother.
The last one was the scariest of all.
But for now, he was perfectly happy and content where he was.
Until his phone beeped.
"Uhh, guys," he started. "I need to get that. It's probably Kelly."
Logan parted immediately, never really comfortable with hugging guys. Camille rubbed James' back reassuringly before unwrapping her arm and stepping over to her boyfriend.
The taller male headed back over to the couch, grabbing his phone and seeing he was right. The text was from Kelly, and she was calling for a meeting now.
He took a deep breath, replying with a quick "on my way", pocketing his iPhone once it was sent. Turning to his friends, he saw them in their previous stance, side by side, arms around each others waists. "I gotta go," he told them, smoothing the top of his hair down. "Got a meeting with Kelly, gonna try and clear these rumors about me and Camille up."
"You gonna talk to her about coming out?" Logan questioned, seeming unsure of the singer's response. Worry was in his chocolate eyes, uncertainty causing his brows to slightly lift, like he had no idea what to expect next. And in all honesty, James was clueless as well.
With a shrug of his shoulders, the younger male shoved his hands in his pockets, feeling unsure about everything as well. All he knew was that his life was about to take a major change. He just hoped it was for the good.
