Lalala, hello guys!
So yay, I updated haha.
It's kind of a short chapter, and it's in Logan's P.o.V.
But shit's about to go down!


I knocked three times before the painted white door swung open and revealed the tall blonde in the doorway. I waved and smiled before stepping in and taking my shoes off. He closed the door with a small click and led me to the sofa. I scanned around the apartment. The walls were white, and the living room was fairly empty. There was a bunch of cardboard boxed stacked in a pile around a leather sofa, an oak coffee table, and a TV.

"Want anything to drink?" Kendall asked, swiftly walking to his mini fridge and pulling out two beers.

I shrugged and stretched my hand out to grab the glass bottle from my friend. I watched as he flung himself onto the couch and nudged his head.

"Sit."

I complied and snagged a seat next to him.

"Where's Dustin?" I asked.

"Out," he said nonchalantly. "I think he went to buy groceries."

I nodded slightly and continued to stare at the coffee table.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" he asked, sitting up and leaning forward.

"Um," I nervously began, pulling at my neck hole of my navy striped sweater. "Some stuff concerning…"

One of his eyebrows shot up as he awaited me to carry on. He gesticulated for me to go on.

"Concerning…" I gulped uneasily and glanced at him awkwardly. "James."

He stiffened and cleared his throat before taking a deep sigh. "What about him?"

Crap! I didn't think this through yet. How the hell was I supposed to know that Kendall was going to respond to me?

"Uh, he told me you bumped into each other at his mom's record company," I blurted, desperately searching my brain for a way to tell him what I really wanted to tell him. "And you two fought."

He shrugged and dropped his eyes to the beer bottle. "Sure."

This deserved an eye-roll. "Sure? What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means sure."

I sighed. So I got him talking, but it doesn't mean he's going to say much.

I passed my hand through my face. "Okay, well, fine. And guess who he bumped into afterwards?"

"Oh Logie, let me guess!" Kendall eagerly exclaimed, then put on an exaggerated thinking face. "Oh! I don't care. Now can we please stop talking about him?"

"Kendall, it's been four years!" I wailed, eyebrows drawn together in annoyance. "Please talk to him, or talk to me about him! What could he have possibly done that makes it so hard for either of you to tell your best friends?"

The green-eyed blonde opened his mouth to say something, but I stuck my finger up, making it clear that I wasn't finished.

"Honestly, I'm a bit hurt. You guys have been hiding this huge secret from us for four fucking years, and Carlos and I have been nothing but patient with you both. We both really believed you and James would trust us enough and tell us eventually. And we both even agreed that even if you guys never told us, but made up, we wouldn't even mind."

I sighed. "What I'm trying to say is I miss hanging out with you, James, and Carlos together, just like old times. I feel like whenever I hang out with James, I'm like cheating on you and going behind your back. I can't deal with this okay? I miss us all together."

I don't know when this happened, but tears were pouring down my face like a rainstorm. I broke into a sob and buried my wet face into my hands. I felt a hand awkwardly rub my back. Kendall wasn't great at comforting but at least he was being nice about it.

"I'm sorry, Logan," he mumbled. "If you really want to know what happened… I'll tell you."

I looked up at him, rubbing my eyes and sniffling my nose a couple of times. "Really? And everything?"

He grudgingly nodded and steadied his trembling arms by holding onto his thighs.

"So four years ago, James—"

The door slammed shut and a man clad in tight skinny jeans and glasses moseyed in with numerous bags of food.

"I'm back!"

He turned around to face the couch and jumped a foot when he saw me.

"Who's this?" he asked, pointing."

Kendall got up and pulled his shirt down. "This is my best friend, Logan. Logan, this is my boyfriend Dustin."

I smiled politely and stood up to shake his hand. "Hi, it's nice to meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," he returned, a huge smile plastered onto his face. "Kendall tells me a lot about you. He was so excited to see you."

I whirled around to see a blushing Kendall. I chuckled.

"What! I haven't seen you in so long…" the tallest murmured, barely audible and took his seat again.

I turned back to face his boyfriend. "He has mentioned you in a lot of our conversations too. It's nice to finally see who this famous Dustin Belt is!"

Dustin grinned and walked over to his boyfriend for a kiss. I felt uneasy. I knew for sure that Kendall was still in love with James, even if Kendall wouldn't admit it. Whenever I mentioned James, jewnicorns, or diamonds, he would get all defensive and a wall would just shoot up out of nowhere. And it wasn't just a "I hate him so never talk about him again" cringe, it was a "he hurt me and I don't want to be reminded that I still love him" kind of cringe. Did Dustin know about James at all? Ha, yeah right. Kendall never talked about his past. He thought the past belonged in the, well, past. Too bad the past haunts you forever.

"Alright, go put the groceries in the fridge babe," Kendall pulled away, laughing as he smacked Dustin's ass lightly.

The dark haired boy winked and headed towards the kitchen.

I stared at Kendall, eyebrows raised. "Was the smack really necessary?"

He stuck his tongue out at me teasingly. "Get over it."

"Does he know about what happened between you and James?" I curiously inquired.

His eyes widened by tenfold. "No! Don't ever mention that to him okay? He doesn't need to know."

"He does if he's your boyfriend, Kendall," I sighed. I really felt like I was talking to some fourteen year old who didn't know how relationships functioned. "The past always finds its way back to the present you know."

He rolled his eyes. "Please, Logan. Go philosophize it up somewhere else."

"I mean it," I pressed. "Look, I don't want to beat around the bush anymore. I came to you with a problem, and I need your help."

He shrugged. "Okay, then say it."

I exhaled and closed my eyes. "James ran into Jett, and now James is convinced Jett has changed and is his friend. Do you agree or disagree that Jett is a changed man?"

The blonde groaned. "Is there a 'I don't give a fuck about James' option? Because I really don't."

"Liar," I accusingly remarked, crossing my arms. "You are still in love with him. In fact, so much it pains you doesn't it? And yet you're here dating Dustin pretending you feel the same way. You know Kendall, I—"

"SHUT UP," he gritted out, glaring at me now. "I fucking hate James, and if you're going to mention him, I have to ask you to leave."

I laughed mockingly. "Look, Kendall, I hate to fight with you; I really do. But you are making this so hard. I don't care if you're not friends with James, but right now, a man you care about is possibly in the process of being fucked over by a scheming egomaniac and you're standing here pretending as if you're unfazed by this whole situation? Bull. Shit."

His whole face darkened and I swore he looked like he wanted to punch me before he finally managed, "Jett can do whatever the fuck he wants with James. Logan, maybe you should leave."

"Fine," I simply said and began to head for the door. I spun around one last time. "Kendall, James needs your help. You know he'll only listen to you. It's always been like this. He's stubborn, but for some reason, only you can get to him. If you truly don't care, then fine. Watch Jett take advantage of James, whatever it is he wants. But if you do, do something about it. You don't even have to talk to James. Talk to Jett and find out what he wants."

Kendall didn't say anything and continued to gaze at the floor, emotionless. So I took that as a cue and left the apartment. As soon as the door shut, I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. The small glimpse of hope that Kendall would help the situation had left the second I stepped out the door. Damn him and his stubbornness. It was tiring to deal with at times like these. So I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.

"Jett, this is Logan Mitchell," I said. "We need to talk about something. Meet me at the coffee shop? Great. See you soon."


Damn, Kendall. Stubborn much?
And what do you think Logan's going to do when he meets up with Jett? Cuss him out? Be manipulated by Jett? Befriend Jett?
We'll find out next time on 'Misguided Ghosts!'

Wow, I'm lame. Anyway, I'm not sure if "Is This Real?" or "I Don't Know Ya" will be updated next.
We'll see. :D Reviews are appreciated~.