I am SO sorry for taking forever to get this chapter up. I could not keep the idea for this going at all, and today I just finally gave in and stuck with an idea. I've changed it so much, and I hope that it still turned out okay. c:
College hasn't been keeping me as busy as I thought it would, so maybe I can update enough to keep you all interested in this story.
I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Happy!Logan shall now ensue.
A couple of weeks had passed since Logan and James had kissed in Logan's apartment and to say that things had been awkward ever since would have been an understatement. Neither of the boys knew how to act around the other; Logan still angry but more heartbroken, and James still itching to give in and confess to Logan that he had in fact felt something when their lips had met. Rehearsals with Gustavo had been the worst. The large man had insisted that James and Logan record their harmonies together because "you work well off of each other". It was an ironic statement, but it was completely true and that's probably what ate Logan up the most. When Carlos invited everyone over to watch movies and play video games, James would lie and say he had a date and Logan would say that he didn't feel good, which wasn't really a lie, but he wasn't sick.
Logan was tired of sitting around his apartment. He needed to get out and do something fun, again. He smirked, knowing exactly what to do to get his mind off of James and get back out in the world. Picking up his phone, he quickly punched in the phone number that belonged to none other than Carlos and waited patiently for the Latino to answer.
"Hello?" came Carlos' voice through the speaker. Logan pulled himself up off the couch and walked into his bedroom, immediately heading for his closet.
"Hey, Los. So, I was thinking. I'm seriously tired of sitting at home, and I was wondering if maybe you guys wanted to go to the club or something?" he replied, sorting through shirts that he could possibly wear, if Carlos was down. The Latino took a moment to think about it. He knew how Logan got when he went out, and he knew that it almost always ended with the boy finding a random girl, hooking up, and then drinking himself to sleep. As badly as he wanted to say no, he couldn't. Logan did need to get out of the house. And maybe tonight would be different. He sighed, caving in. "Alright, Logie. I'll call the other guys and we'll be there to pick you up in about... twenty minutes," he stated, and Logan could not have smiled any wider. "Sounds good. Later, bro," he said, ending the call and tossing his phone on to the bed.
Logan was determined that tonight was going to be good for him. Even with James around, he was going to have fun and he was going to find someone to occupy his time. Did he have any intention of hooking up tonight? Definitely. Did he plan on getting trashed? Of course. Did he hope to feel better? With every bit of his heart. He finally settled on a dark, purple button-up and a pair of black jeans, quickly getting dressed and putting his shoes on. He looked at himself in his bathroom mirror, smiling when he decided to fix his hair for the first time in a month. He picked up his hair gel and poured a tiny bit into the palm of his hand, snapping the lid closed with a little help from his thigh and then setting the bottle back down. He lathered the gel onto both of his hands and then delicately ran them through his short brown locks, creating his usual faux-hawk.
It took him a few minutes to get it right since he hadn't done it in forever, but when he was finally satisfied with it, he washed his hands off just before he heard his doorbell ring. "Come in!" he yelled, as he exited the bathroom and headed back to his closet. He couldn't go to the club without his leather jacket. He snatched it from it's hanger an then headed to the living room, finding Kendall and Carlos waiting by the door. He smiled at the two boys before asking the question they all knew he would ask. "Where's James?"
Kendall rolled his eyes as he began to explain. "James is sitting on his ass at his house because he doesn't feel like partying tonight and he wants to relax," he mumbled, having been irritated with James ever since Logan had told him about their hook-up. Frankly, he was tired of the pretty boy lying to Logan about his feelings, and he was honestly glad that James wouldn't be hanging out with them. He'd only pout the entire time. Logan just nodded, his smile only faltering for a split second. "Okay, then. Well, it definitely didn't take you guys twenty minutes to get here," he replied, brushing off the tiny bit of sadness that began to twinge his heart. Carlos laughed and opened the door for everyone to walk out. "That's because as I was calling Eyebrows, here, he knocked on my door because he left his xbox controller the night before and he needed it. I told him we were going out and I was already ready so we just swung by his house for him to get decent clubbing attire. We called James from there, and since he wasn't going, we just headed over here," the Latino replied, locking and closing Logan's apartment door when everyone was outside.
The three boys piled into Carlos' car, Kendall ending up in the backseat because Logan "was short and couldn't see if he sat in the back". It was a lousy excuse to get shotgun, but it worked nonetheless. The ride to club was full of laughing, picking on Carlos' choice of driving tunes, and jokes. James' name wasn't brought up once the entire time, and it was refreshing to just be able to laugh and have fun, again. Logan hoped the rest of the night would run just as smoothly, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't already forgetting about the taller brunette.
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As usual, the line to get into the club was ridiculous. People wrapped around the building, all dressed to impress and looking for a good time. It was nights like these that the boys were thankful to be famous. They walked up to the club bouncer and told him who they were, exchanging highfives as the large man undid the red-velvet ropes and let them through. "I think that's my second favorite part of being famous," Carlos yelled over the booming music as they entered the club. Logan and Kendall exchanged glances, Kendall questioning Carlos to find out what his first favorite thing was. The three laughed as Carlos stated his all-too-obvious answer; free food.
It was unbelievably hot in the club and Logan instantly regretted wearing his leather jacket. He slipped it off and placed it over a barstool as the three took a seat at the bar. This was routine; the boys always took a moment to sit back and search the crowd for a hot girl before heading out to pursue her. Kendall was the first to find one, settling on a tall brunette with long, curled hair. Her dress was barely existent and it didn't take long for him to make his way behind her, holding her hips as they danced. Carlos shook his head, looking at Logan. "He would find the biggest slut in here..." he yelled, laughing as Logan nodded in response. Kendall only got his kicks from dancing with sluts. He'd never take them home because, quite frankly, he didn't want that kind of drama in the morning. If he wanted to get laid, he'd go to the library. Cute girls always hung out at the library.
"She's mine!" Carlos shouted, pointing into the crowd at a small girl with crimson colored hair. He patted Logan's shoulder with a crooked smile before hopping off of his barstool and strutting out towards the girl. Logan watched Carlos make light conversation with the girl, winning her over with his spanish charm. They began to dance and Logan sighed, leaning back against the bar. For some reason, as much as he'd wanted to early, he didn't feel like drinking tonight. He decided he'd rather remember this good night with his friends.
His eyes darted around the room in hopes that he'd find someone to dance with. No one was catching his eyes tonight, not even the skanky brunettes that were huddled together in the center of the dancefloor, pointing at him and smiling. "Is someone sitting here?" Logan turned his head to look at the girl who had asked the question. She was really pretty; short, with big blue eyes. Her blonde hair was put up in an elegant bun and she had big diamond earrings in. Her smile was flawless, white teeth perfectly straight. Logan smiled at her, shaking his head and watching as the girl sat next to him. She pulled at the bottom of her tiny black dress, cheeks turning pink as she tried to find a comfortable sitting position. Once she was settled she turned to look at Logan and offered her hand. "I'm Marie," she said, flashing her dazzling smile as Logan took her hand. "Logan," he replied, kissing the top of her hand instead of shaking it. Her cheeks colored again, and Logan couldn't get over how cute she was. "I know who you are. Every girl in this room probably knows who you are," she said, placing her hand back in her lap and leaning her arm against the bar.
Logan raised his eyebrow. "Is that the only reason you came over to talk to me? Because I'm famous?" he joked, hoping he didn't come off as arrogant. Marie's eyes widened and she shook her head. "No, no! Oh my God, no. I came over here because your friends left and I think you're really cute," she blurted, covering her mouth with her hand. Logan lowered his eyebrow and laughed, his own cheeks blushing slightly at the compliment. "Well, thanks. You're pretty cute, too," he responded, his dark eyes meeting her bright blues. She let her hand fall from her mouth and she giggled. "Thank you! Hey, do you maybe want to dance?" she asked, hearing a slow song come over the PA system. Seeing absolutely no reason to tell this beautiful girl no, Logan climbed to his feet and offered her his hand. She took it and they slowly worked their way into the crowd.
They immediately latched onto each other, smiling as they swayed in time to the beat. There was nothing erotic about it; it was simple, slow, and everything Logan had not been expecting on his night out. "So, how old are you?" Logan asked, nudging Marie's ear with the tip on his nose. She sighed against his chest and smiled. "Twenty," she replied, leaning in closer to the boy, "you?" He smiled, catching sight of Kendall dancing with the same slut he'd found earlier. The blonde boy winked at him and he laughed before replying. "Twenty-one".
Before the song was over, Logan had learned that Marie was twenty, lived on the beach, wrote music and played guitar. She liked fast cars and the planets and hoped that someday, she would own a recording studio. Logan had to admit, this girl was everything he could want in life. Smart, beautiful, full of dreams.. He liked her. And he was pretty sure she liked him, too. As the song ended, Marie looked up and smiled at Logan. "Hey, do you want to go grab something to eat?" she asked, keeping her hands on his hips. Logan looked up and Kendall and Carlos were watching him from across the room. Kendall must have said something to Carlos about Logan bonding with this girl. They both nodded their heads frantically with wide eyes and Logan looked back down at the blonde. "Sure. But, I don't have a car. My friends brought me here," he said, slightly embarrassed that he was telling her he was carless. She simply waved off the comment and reached for his hand, pulling him out of the crowd. "Not a problem. My parents bought me a car before I moved out here," she replied, and with that, they were leaving the club.
Marie took Logan to a small restaurant that he'd never heard of. It was quiet inside, and the entire room was lit in candle-light. Soft music floated through the air and Logan had never felt more relaxed in his life. Once seated, he and Marie instantly struck up conversation, again. He told her about all of his favorite things, his love for the planets as well, and how he'd broken his leg once in a hockey match. She told him about her apartment, and her cat and how she'd never broken anything, except for her laptop. The two hit it off, and Logan was so lost in this girl, that he hadn't even noticed his phone going off.
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James had tried to call Logan three times. He needed to tell Logan how he felt. It was killing him to just sit there and know that he had all of these feelings for the boy. It was killing him even more to not be able to kiss Logan, or hold him, or even stand next to him. He had to get this out. When Logan didn't answer for the fourth time, James decided to just go over to his apartment. Maybe he would be home from the club and maybe he would be in the mood to listen, even though James had fucked things up the last time he tried to talk to Logan. He sighed, getting to his feet and walking to his mirror. He wanted to look nice, but with the amount of sleep he'd been getting and the constant reminder of his feelings plaguing his mind, James knew he wouldn't look very good at all. When he felt he looked somewhat presentable, he took a deep breath and made his way out of his house and to his car.
When James got to Logan's apartment, the boy wasn't there. All the lights were off and James knew that Logan always left his kitchen light on when he was home. His stomach growled and he scrunched up his nose. "Well, might as well get some food since he isn't home yet.." he mumbled to himself, pulling out of Logan's driveway and heading for the nearest McDonald's. The drive to the restaurant was hell. James couldn't think of anything but what Logan would possibly say to him when he confessed. Would he hate him still? Would he tell him to leave? Would he say he's moved on? James shook his head as he parked at the fast food joint. He needed to stop thinking so much.
He ate in silence, his nerves keeping his mind working. Unable to finish his meal, James slid out of the booth he'd sat in and threw his uneaten fries in the trash can. He took one more sip of his drink before throwing it away, as well. He'd only been away from Logan's apartment for about thirty minutes, but he decided he'd head back that way. You know, just in case.
As he turned down Logan's road, James felt a lump growing in his throat. There was a car in the driveway, but it didn't belong to Carlos or Kendall. He parked his car a good distance away from Logan's apartment when he noticed the doors to the car open. Long legs and black high heels were the first thing to emerge from the car, and James' could only feel his heart sink as a beautiful girl appeared and moved to the front of the car. His heart only sank deeper in his chest as Logan joined the girl and they made their way up to the apartment. He expected Logan to do the normal Logan thing and bring the girl inside, fuck her and then let her leave. He would have preferred him to do that, actually. Instead, Logan wrapped his arms around the girl and pressed an innocent kiss to her forehead. James could make out what Logan was saying to her, and he immediately hated this gorgeous female. Let's hang out tomorrow night.
He waited for Logan to go inside before he put his car back in drive and sped away from the apartment. He couldn't believe that Logan had already found someone else. He couldn't believe that it would be on the one fucking night that he was ready to spill his guts and confess everything to the boy. He couldn't believe that this blonde thing had been able to steal Logan away that easily. If jealousy's the ugliest trait, James could only imagine how horrendous he must have looked. He didn't care. Logan belonged to him. He drove until he found himself back in front of Carlos' house. He was home, and James intended on telling the Latino just how he felt about this girl and about his Logan.
I don't know why I wrote this chapter like I did, but there it is, and I hope it's okay.
Logan just really needed to be happy, and so I threw in a cute girl to keep him occupied.
And no, Ryan, if you even read this. This girl was NOT based off of me. c:
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