Author's Notes: I am SOOOO sorry for the delay. Geeze this chapter just gave me so much trouble, and even after re-doing it over and over I still don't feel like it's very good. Hmm, but maybe you guys will like it. Next chapter we're really getting into what happened between them, some other things are going to happen, and it's just really going to start coming full circle. Thank you all for the reviews! They mean a lot to me.

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Chapter 7

Logan swears loudly when he bumps hip first into a corner of the island. Finding a flashlight or candles or something shouldn't be so frustrating. He's already bumped into the wall more times than he can count, he has no clue where his backup supplies have disappeared to, and he's getting pretty pissed. This day has just sucked, epically.

"Logan?"

Logan jumps at James's voice. "I'm in the kitchen! Where are you?" He hurriedly opens every drawer he touches and starts rummaging through them all until he finally finds two flashlights.

"I'm still in the bathroom but it's too dark, I can't see," James answers. If Logan didn't know any better, he'd think James is scared, by the tone of his voice.

Logan turns on a flashlight, the beam of light welcome in the pitch black of the kitchen. He maneuvers around all the furniture, slowly making his way to the bathroom James locked himself in after their fight. When he reaches the door he knocks softly. "James? I have a flashlight, if you want it." He closes his eyes and leans against the door, his heart suddenly feeling like it weighs a ton in his chest. This entire day is taking its toll on him; he doesn't think he could handle it if they fought again.

"Hand it to me," James says quietly. Logan moves away from the door and it opens just enough for James to stick his hand out. Logan hands the extra flashlight to him, then moves some more in case James wants to come out. But when James retreats back into the bathroom and closes the door with a soft 'click,' he frowns.

Sighing, Logan slides down to the floor and leans against the wall opposite the door. He lets his flashlight go off and sets it next to him in case he needs it, and just sits there silently, hoping that James will come out.


After an hour has passed Logan is getting kind of fed up with this. James hasn't said a word, it's almost 6 p.m., his friends are still stuck at the grocery store, the snow isn't letting up at all, and he just wants to scream. How did he get himself into a situation like this? Why didn't he just tell the guys to stay at the house instead of going to the store? Why can't he seem to mend a broken friendship?

"Logan?"

James's voice is soft. A beam of light shines out the now open door and Logan can see James crawling out on his hands and knees. "It's cold in there," he mutters as he plops down next to Logan.

"Maybe we should try to light a fire. If the power doesn't come back on soon then it'll get really cold in here," Logan rambles, barely even paying attention to the fact that James is scooting closer. "There's matches somewhere in the kitchen but-" He stops talking when James sighs and lays his head on Logan's shoulder.

A beat of silence then, "Why did we let it get this bad, Logan?"

Logan swallows past the sudden lump in his throat. He can't answer that. If he knew the answers to everything then he and James wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place. Right now all he can do is keep hoping that, eventually, things will be perfect again.


At sixteen Logan thought he had his life figured out perfectly. He'd make it through school, study to be a doctor, marry a nice girl, raise a family, and have the perfect life. But then, of course, Big Time Rush happened; Hollywood happened.

Feelings happened. For a couple of weeks now he's been thinking it over and over and analyzing every little bit he can analyze, and he still doesn't have this whole thing figured out. He likes girls, but he likes boys. Honestly, it scares him. These feelings didn't surface until that night James helped him get ready for his date with Jenny. Things suddenly changed and he can't keep up with it all.

"Logan, you still with us?"

Logan swats at the hand waving in front of his face, scowling. James laughs and gives him a friendly pat on the shoulder. He swallows hard, ignoring the way a simple touch from his best friend makes him feel. It makes his heart race and his head spin and his hands clammy and-

"I'm bi."

Woah. Logan clamps his mouth shut once he realizes he blurted that out for the entire room to hear. The entire room being James, Kendall, Carlos, Katie, and Mama Knight. His eyes go wide and his heart starts to race for an entirely different reason; he's pretty sure he's as white as a sheet. "Uh, um, I-I mean-" He abruptly stands from his spot on the bright orange couch and takes off for the door.

Later, when the apartment is cleared out, he hides in the swirly slide. That's where James finds him. Logan hunkers down as much as possible, knees tucked up to his chest, arms around his legs. He hides his face into his lap, the blush already coloring his cheeks.

"You don't have to hide," James whispers as he crawls into the slide and sits next to Logan. Logan tries to scoot away but one can only move so far in the slide. Instead he presses himself against the side and keeps his face hidden. "Logan, look at me," James says sternly.

Logan shakes his head stubbornly. But James apparently won't have any of it. Without warning, James is out of the slide and grabbing Logan's ankles, tugging hard enough that Logan comes sliding out and to the floor. He hits with a loud 'thump' and just stays there. "Go away, James," he mumbles. He keeps his gaze on the ceiling; anywhere but James.

"No." James grabs his hands and helps Logan to his feet. "Let's talk."

Logan sighs and reluctantly lets James lead him to the couch. He sits, a thousand different scenarios running through his mind about how bad this could go. He could lose James or Carlos or Kendall and anybody he's made friends with here. The thought scares him to death but he's not going to let it show; not right now.

"So," James begins. Logan fidgets with his hands in his lap, bottom lip stuck between his teeth. He glances quickly at James. "You're bi."

Logan shrugs. "Don't hate me," he whispers. He couldn't stand it if everybody suddenly despised him, but he really couldn't take it if James of all people hated him.

James sighs. "Logan, nobody hates you now. Just because you like girls and guys doesn't mean you're a completely different person now. You're still the same Logan!" He scoots closer and Logan automatically scoots away. "You're still the same stubborn Logan, too. Geeze." The laugh he lets out makes Logan smile.

Before he can really stop himself he's flinging his arms around James and hugging him tightly. James hugs him back, still laughing. "Thanks," he mumbles.

"Let's go to the pool. Kendall and Carlos are just itching to get into trouble."

They separate and Logan grins at him. It feels just like it always does. Logan may have a new outlook on life and feelings, but he's still the same person, James is still his best friend. It feels good knowing that so he readily agrees to go to the pool.

As they're leaving, James rattling on about some idea Carlos had earlier, Logan can't help but think about how much James has been by his side since pre-kindergarten. He's always been there.