Author Note: Now the party chapters! This is where it all begins! The party is written in two parts (first Logan's then Kendall's) and you get to see the other side of both boys. Enjoy!
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Chapter 7: Big Night
Logan rested his forehead against the cool glass of the passenger seat window as they pulled up the long winding road that led to Dak's house. James was driving, babbling away about some new move he had learned from watching some dance show, but Logan wasn't listening. His mind was on the party. He hadn't been to one in two years. Back then the worst thing to happen was that someone's parents would come home early to find them playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. Though back then, Seven Minutes in Heaven just meant sitting in a closet starring at girl not know what the hell to do.
He heard about Dak's parties. Who hadn't? They were the biggest, loudest, and most scandalized in the county. Even college kids have been known to crash it, which wasn't that difficult to do. The Zevon's mansion was so huge, no one would even realize an unwanted guest among all the dancing, drinking, smoking, gambling and sex that supposedly happened.
At least that's what Logan heard.
"Earth to Mitchell! You there?" James whacked his shoulder.
Logan jumped at the contact looking up to find that they had parked and James was waiting for him to get out of the car, "Sorry," he whispered unbuckling himself before stepping out of the Jeep.
Logan took a moment to take in the view. There really was no exaggeration when people talked about the size of the place. It was like half the size of the White House. It even kind of resembled it slightly. Big, white, with large pillars lining the brightly lit front porch.
"Dude?" James snapped him out of his thoughts again as he signaled Logan to shut the door. As soon as it slammed shut, the car revved up and drove away. It was then that Logan noticed the Valets lined up along the walkway, waiting for more guests to arrive.
"Seriously?" Logan whispered to his friend who laughed, shaking his head before leading Logan up the steps. They past a line of people, all dressed up, talking away. Logan wondered why they were just standing around outside until he reached the front door and realized why.
"James Diamond and Logan Mitchell," James told a man that was standing at the front door, clipboard in hand. The man checked off their names, nodding his head as a second man ushered them inside. "His parties tend to get a bit out of control, so he made a deal with his parents to hire valets and bouncers to keep a little control. He pays for everything with his own allowance. Dak has them all sign a confidentiality contract. What happens here, stays here!" James explained.
"What's with the line outside?"
"You need your student ID to get in. He only allows kids from our school and a few friends from my old school, Waverly."
"But we didn't have our IDs."
"We're VIP, man! We were on the list!" James held out his arms. "Not what you expected, is it?"
Logan shook his head. He never heard anything about Valets and bouncers. It wasn't until they stepped into the Foyer that his previous conception of the parties came to life.
'Now this is more like it,' Logan thought to himself starring at all the craziness inside. There were teens all around, most with large red solo cups in hands. There was loud music blaring from the room to their left and couples dancing erotically all around them, while a group of seniors were snowboarding down the carpeted staircase in front him.
"The bars this way!" James shouted over the loud music which Logan now realized was coming from a live band in the living room. "Dak and Camille should be around there somewhere."
Logan nodded following his best friend through the crowd, stopping a few times to say hi to several people Logan didn't know and a few he did.
"Logan!" Camille squealed running at him with two large red cups in her hand and throwing her arms around him. "Yay you came!"
"Nice to see you too, sis!" James scoffed pushing past his sister and greeting her boyfriend who stood behind the bar, a large bottle of vodka in hand as he mixed drinks. Camille ignored him, instead focusing on Logan, "So what do you think?" she asked gesturing around.
"It's big!" Logan answered looking around, unsure what to say. "A bit intimidating I guess."
Camille nodded behind her cup as she took a large swig of what ever it was before handing her second cup over to Logan, "Drink this! It'll help."
Logan took the cup and glanced inside at the light blue liquid, sniffing it, before pulling away making a face, "What the hell is in it?" he asked.
"Don't ask, just drink! That's the rules, man," Dak said coming up behind his girlfriend and wrapping an arm around her waist while the other gripped his own cup.
"I think I'll skip this round," Logan said starting to hand it back to Dak, only to have it stolen by some chick walking by in a mini skirt. Logan watched her walk away in disbelief while the others paid no mind to what he assumed was a common occurrence around here.
"Oh, Logan, before I forget-"
"You mean loose all sense of consciousness," James interrupted her, receiving a hard smack from his twin.
"As I was saying," Camille continued, "I'd like you to meet my friend, Jo," she said grabbing a girl, who Logan hadn't even noticed was standing there and pulling her towards him.
She was tall, blond, with bright brown eyes. Camille was right, she was what every guy wanted. Every guy, but him that is.
"Um, hi," Logan said politely, holding out his hand.
Jo grabbed his wrist and to his surprise, pulled him in for a hug. He cringed as he felt her body press against his and held it there until he pulled away, "Camille has told me so much about you!' she was saying as she let him go, yet kept her hand resting on his forearm, "and she was right, your arms are amazing. You must work out a lot?"
Logan shrugged, his eyes darting around to his friends but they were all out of reach; Camille and Dak were grinding on the dance floor while James was no where in sight. Logan silently cursed his best friend for ditching him before turning his attention back to Jo who had wondered on to the subject of how she wanted to be an actress.
"and Camille is always telling me I should just get out there and do it, but I think I need a nose job first and maybe some implants. Hollywood is so picky these days. The bigger the better!" she was saying. Logan nodded plastering on a fake smile as his eyes continued to glance around the room.
It was then that he saw him.
He was across the room, standing in the corner, his best friend beside him decked out in Marc Jacobs and Prada boots; his Gucci aviators resting on top of his head. He of course was in his usual stripped tee, leather jacket, beanie and what Logan swore were the tightest black jeans he had ever seen.
"Hello? I'm over here!" a nagging voice turned his attention back to Jo who was looking at him, her arms crossed over her chest as she tapped her red pumps against the black and white checkered floor.
"Sorry," Logan lied as he finally caught a glimpse of James, standing on top of a large speaker, doing the YMCA. Logan pushed his way through the crowd, pulling his best friend down to his level, "What the fuck is he doing here?" he growled as Camille and Dak joined them, a pissed looking Jo behind them.
"Logan, what's wrong?" Camille asked, concerned for her friend.
James was back on the speaker looking in the direction to where Logan had pointed before jumping off, "Shit! I'm sorry man. We can bounce if you want," he said, though his face showed otherwise. "Kendall's here," he added seeing everyone's confusing.
Dak's face fell when he realized the dilemma, "Awe fuck, man. He never comes. He even said he had something else to do. I'll make him leave!"
Logan shook his head, "Naw, you invited him. It's alright. It's a big enough party. I can avoid him?" it was a question rather than a statement. He looked around at all his friends who nodded their heads hesitantly, "Hey, D, I think I'm ready for that drink now."
Dak nodded, rushing for the bar and making up the first thing that came to mind.
"Who's Kendall?" Jo asked, arms crossed demanding an answer.
"Just this guy I don't exactly get along with," he didn't feel the need to divulge in unnecessary details with someone he had just met.
She looked at him for a second as if pondering his response before smiling and taking his hands into hers, "Oh, good. For a second there it sounded like you guys were talking about an ex girlfriend or something," she laughed at her obvious stupidity.
"Try this," Dak interrupted, handing him a red cup filled to the brim. "A little concoction I came up with myself."
Logan nodded taking a sip. It was sweet, but bitter, yet he didn't care as he chugged half the cup in one swig, "Fine by me. Thanks, man," he nodded to Dak before turning back to Jo, "Let's dance!"
Her eyes lit up as Camille did a little happy dance behind her before Logan led her out to the dance floor. It was a rather slow song, so he pulled her close, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. It wasn't because he wanted her there, but it made it easier for him to watch Kendall, without her noticing .
"Camille tells me you're a competitor?" Jo continued to babble into his ear. Logan nodded, not really paying much attention as he watched Kendall and Carlos make their way towards the bar he had just wondered away from. "So what do you play?"
"Huh?" Logan asked realizing she had asked a question.
"What teams are you on? Football? Baseball? Basketball?"
"Oh, yea, debate and mathletes."
"Oh my god? Wait? You're a nerd?"
Logan nodded his head, his eyes still trained on Kendall who had ventured his way behind the bar and was making his own drink while Dak and Camille stood by talking to Carlos, "I prefer the term Genius."
"Genius?" Jo stopped dancing and pulled away from him to look him in the face, "You're don't play any sports?"
"I used to play hockey when I was little, but stopped when I got to high school. I was never really into sports. Is that a problem?"
"A problem? I thought Camille said you were a captain of a sports team? How am I supposed to be half Hollywood's next power couple with a geek? You were supposed to be my all American athlete while I was your hot actress wife!"
"Sorry?," Logan raised his eyebrow not quit sure how to respond to something like that. Jo looked at him for a moment before huffing. She then turned on her heels and walked away to join Camille. Most likely to bitch her out about her lousy match making skills.
Logan turned back to the bar to see Kendall and Carlos had vacated it. After searching for them for a few moments he found himself back with Dak, asking for another drink.
"Left you already?" Dak asked.
Logan shrugged, "So what did he have to say? He didn't notice me, did he?"
Dak shook his head, "Not much. Just insisted on making his own drink. I think he might of caught a glimpse of you out on the dance floor, but he didn't say anything about it. Just grabbed onto Carlos and walked away. The two probably went to find an empty room to get it on."
Logan shook his head, his eyes still wondering around the room, "They're not dating."
Dak's smile faded as he stared at Logan, "they're at least sleeping together though?" Logan shook his head again, "Really? I would of thought-" he tailed off; starring past Logan towards the dinning room, "or maybe not," he changed his mind. Logan went to spin around, but Dak caught his arm, "Did James give you a tour? Let me show you the game room. It has-" but Logan managed to escape his grasp and looked back in the direction his friend was starring off in and that's when him saw them.
Both of them.
Together.
Flashbacks of Freshmen year running through his mind.
Logan's nostrils flared as he swallowed his remaining liquor before handing his cup to Dak, "More!"
