OH MY GOD! LOOK! You guys don't have to wait a week or more for an update! How amazing? Go me, I know.
So, I know this chapter is shorter than the last two. I guess it could be considered a filler chapter? Either way, I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter Seven: Some Halloween Fun
"So how are we gonna do this here at school?" Kendall asked Logan before first period on Monday.
Logan got his books out of his locker and said, "Well, I guess we can act how we acted before. I mean, nothing has to be really different, right?"
"Not yet at least."
Logan smiled. He hoped Kendall always managed to stay so patient with him. "So... you get the jacket you left at the party back yet?"
"Someone's stopping by my house later to give it back."
"Nice."
"Maybe... you could come by after your Jesus club?"
Logan's smile widened. "OK. Sounds fun. But I have to do homework."
"Of course."
"No... other things."
"No way."
"Your mouth agrees with me, but your eyes are plotting."
Kendall grinned wickedly. "I would never."
"Hi, guys," four voices said.
Logan and Kendall turned to see their friends staring at them happily.
Kendall laughed. "You guys are so creepy."
"We're just happy and excited for you two," Camille said.
"It's only been a day," Logan told her.
Camille pointed at him. "Don't ruin this for me."
"Tomorrow's Halloween," Stephanie pointed out. "You all coming to the haunted woods thing?"
"Don't people, like, jump out at you and stuff?" Logan asked.
Stephanie grinned. "Yup."
"But it's a school night..."
"Will your parents not let you go?" James asked.
"Oh, they will," Camille said. "They'll just be happy Logan's put doing stuff with people."
"And since they love me, they'll be all for it," Kendall added.
Carlos rolled his eyes. "You sure you're not delusional?" He dodged Kendall's smack and laughed. "You should come, Logan. It'll be fun. Or are you scared?"
"Um..." Logan bit his lip.
Kendall put an arm around him. "Aw. You don't have to be scared. I'll protect you."
"Isn't there, like, a guy with a chainsaw?"
"Not a real chainsaw," Stephanie said. "And the people aren't allowed to touch you. You can't touch them either."
The bell rang.
"Think about it, Logan?" Camille pleaded. "Rick will be there."
"As will the girl I went out with Saturday," James said, smirking at the shocked look Camille gave him. "Her name's Shelby. She's a Junior at that all girls school St. Felicia's. She's the daughter of my mom's secretary. They've been trying to hook us up for awhile. She's really nice. And sweet. First girl I've gone out with who hadn't cared about whether or not we would fuck."
"How nice," Camille snapped and stomped away.
Stephanie sighed. "I have class with her. She's gonna be bitching non-stop." She ran after Camille.
Carlos looked at James. "So you really liked her? You're not just trying to piss off Camille?"
"I do like her," James said. "Not as much as Camille, but maybe I could eventually."
"I wish you luck, man," Kendall said.
James smiled. "Thanks. Let's get to class, Carlos."
Kendall watched the two of them walk away. Then he turned to Logan. "Now you have to go. Maybe Camille will push Shelby into Chainsaw Man."
"Maybe it wasn't a good idea for you to join the horror movie club," Logan said as he shut his locker.
Kendall laughed and they started to make their way to class. "You don't have to be afraid, you know. I mean, you enjoy horror movies now."
"I still hide my face sometimes."
"A lot of people do." Kendall stopped them a few feet from their classroom. "You'll laugh about it when it's over. And... it'll be like a date for us. I mean, I know we can't be all coupley and shit. But it'll be the closest thing we can get to a date for now."
"Well... when you put it like that..."
"So you'll go?" Kendall asked.
"How can I resist those puppy dog eyes and sweet speech? You manipulative jerk."
Kendall laughed. "I try. So, um, the hallway's empty."
Logan looked around. "Indeed it is."
"Maybe we could-"
"Sure." Logan knew what Kendall wanted. He wanted it too after all. Kendall gave him a quick peck on the lips. He went in for another one, but Logan held up a hand. "No more. We're already really late for class."
"Tease."
Logan chuckled and began to walk. "Get used to it."
Kendall matched his stride. "It's gonna be fun turning you into a slut."
...
Logan sighed when he walked into Shakespeare and saw Mary waiting by his desk. He walked up to her and asked, "Do you want something?"
"You've been spending a lot of time with Kendall lately," Mary said.
"So?"
"You two didn't come to the breakfast buffet until later."
"I'm aware."
"Well? Why? What were you doing?"
"We had some things to talk about."
"Like what?"
"That's none of your business, Mary."
"But-"
"Is she bugging you again?" Kendall asked Logan when he reached his desk.
"She was just leaving," Logan said. After she was gone, he whispered, "I think she's gonna catch on quickly."
"Don't worry about her right now. She won't do anything. Yet."
"That sounds so ominous."
Kendall shrugged. "It's true though."
Mrs. Spalding walked in. "Alright, class. Today some Twos are going to be doing their monologues from last year. Kendall, would you like to go first?"
"Sure." Kendall went to the front of the room. He took a deep breath, hoping he wouldn't screw up.
"All the world's a stage.
And the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven stages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurses arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth stage shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side
His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends the strange eventful history
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
Logan clapped loudly, of course. Clinging to every word that came out of Kendall's mouth. When Kendall sat, he asked, "What made you pick that one?"
Kendall shrugged. "Well, I guess because if you think about it, life is just one big show. Someone's always watching what you're doing, and you're always watching other people. From birth until death. I, um, think I was still annoyed about the syphilis rumor."
"You're used to people watching and talking about you. I could hear the bitterness when you performed it. Nice touch."
Kendall smiled. "Thanks. I think that's the bit that got me an A last year."
"Awesome. Go you."
"I'm amazing, I know."
After a few more Twos went, Mrs. Spalding said. "Ok. Time to start talking about the Shakespeare Festival. Anyone have any ideas?"
Several people threw around suggestions before Kendall raised his hand. "What if we took some plays and, like, turned them into segments of a talk show? Like, Jerry Springer or something? We can make up some of our own dialogue, and also take dialogue from the plays."
People seemed to really like that idea
Mrs. Spalding wrote the idea down. "What plays could we use?"
Logan raised his hand. "We could do some of the tragedies. Like Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, Othello, Macbeth. But give them a kind of comedic spin. Because I've never met a person who hasn't laughed at Springer."
People agreed with that and Kendall turned around to face Logan. "You just read my mind."
Logan smiled and blushed a little.
"Does anyone want to put together a script?" Mrs. Spalding asked. Two kids raised their hands.
"They wrote our script last year," Kendall told Logan. "It was brilliant."
"I can do costumes," Mary volunteered.
"I'll do props," Kendall said. "And Logan will be my assistant."
Mrs. Spalding wrote it down, and Logan asked, "I will?"
Kendall grinned. "Yup. Gives us an excuse to spend time together."
Logan chuckled. "We don't need excuses, you know. My parents are aware that we're at least friends."
"I know." Kendall also knew Logan's dad knew what was up, probably his mom too. He wanted to tell Logan, but figured he shouldn't. The knowledge may force Logan to come out before he's ready. And Logan may like thinking his parents are oblivious. "But it adds to the secret agent feel of our relationship."
Logan laughed. "You're so strange."
...
when Logan walked into his club meeting after school, Everyone's eyes were on him. He let out a long sigh. "Yes?"
Mary walked up to him. "I feel we should nip the problem in the bud before we can't handle it."
"What problem?" Logan asked, though he was pretty sure he knew.
"The Kendall problem," Mary answered. "He's getting to you. I can tell. He's going to end up turning you gay if you don't stop hanging out with him."
Logan saw some people roll their eyes. He was happy to see not everyone in the room was crazy. "I'm not going to stop hanging out with Kendall, Mary. He's been a great friend. And he's not turning me gay. I'm tired of having this argument with you over and over and over again. And why are you continuously on my ass about things like this? I'm sure that there are other people out there who actually need help. But you're too focused on me to notice it. And why is that, huh? Because of the ridiculous crush you have on me? Because you can't get it through your head that I don't like you back? That I never will?"
"Don't insult me," Mary snapped. "I'm just trying to save you from a path to Hell."
Logan shook his head. "It's becoming really difficult for me to deal with you. I'm leaving."
"Logan!" Mary's shout was silenced by Logan slamming the door shut.
While he made his way to his car, Logan sent Kendall a text. He was informing Kendall that he'd be showing up early. Once he got into the car, he saw that he got a smiley face in response.
Within fifteen minutes, he was ringing Kendall's doorbell. Kendall answered right away. He pulled Logan into the house, shut the door, and gave Logan a quick kiss.
Logan giggled. "Hi. Your mom and sister home yet?"
"Nope. Mom's working and Katie's over at someone's house. That stupid history project. So... wanna help me with my Bio homework?"
Logan smiled. "Sure. Where do you wanna work?"
"My room." Kendall grabbed Logan's hand and led him upstairs.
"Don't try anything while we're up there, mister."
Kendall rolled his eyes. "I won't. I'll follow your rules, prude boy."
Logan stuck his tongue out at him. "No need to be cruel." He took off his jacket and draped it over a chair. Then he kicked off his shoes and sat on Kendall's bed.
Kendall got his books and sat next to Logan. "Before we start, why'd you skip out of the God club?"
"Mary tried to hold an intervention."
Kendall couldn't hold back the laughs. "Oh fuck! That's priceless!"
"I kinda bitched her out a little..."
Kendall clapped. "Go you!"
Logan tried to pretend to be annoyed, but his smile deceived him. "Yeah, yeah. Let's do your homework before you get distracted."
They finished Kendall's Bio work, then just worked on their individual homework next to each other. Actually, Logan worked, and Kendall watched Logan. He loved the way Logan's eyebrows scrunched together when concentrating. He just looked so cute. Kendall brought up a hand and ran it through Logan's hair, happy he could finally touch the boy like this freely.
Logan smiled at the contact. He looked at Kendall. "Hi."
"Hey. So-" The doorbell rang. "That'll be my coat delivery. Wait here. I'll be quick." Kendall ran downstairs. When he opened the door, he expected to see the guy who had thrown the party. Instead... "Monty?"
"H-hi, Kendall."
"What are you doing here?" Kendall asked.
"Bobby couldn't make it. He had to work, so I volunteered to bring your jacket over."
"Shit," Kendall mumbled. Bobby was trying to play matchmaker. "Listen-"
"Are you, um, busy this weekend?"
"Yes." Kendall heard footsteps coming down the stairs, but the sound stopped. Kendall looked over his shoulder and saw Logan standing more than halfway down the stairs. Logan's hand had a death grip on the banister. "Logan."
"I was thirsty," Logan said. "And wondered what was taking so long."
"Uh... Logan, this is Monty," Kendall said. He was becoming afraid his banister would be broken by Logan's hand.
"Your ex," Logan said.
"Yeah... Monty, this is Logan. My, um, my... Logan."
Logan and Monty sized each other up. Logan could tell Kendall had a type. Monty was only maybe an inch taller than Logan, had the same shade of brown hair, but had lighter brown eyes. He also noted the look of hatred in Monty's eyes. Aimed at him.
Logan finished walking down the stairs. "Nice to meet you," he said to Monty. He looked at Kendall. "I was gonna get a root beer. You want one?"
"Sure." Kendall watched Logan walk away. He looked back at Monty and took his jacket. "About the other night. I was drunk. It was a mistake. I shouldn't have done that. It wasn't fair to you."
Monty's lower lip began to tremble. "But... Kendall. We... I... I still love you."
"I'm sorry, Monty." Kendall really hated hurting the guy, but it would be worse to lie to him. "I don't love you."
Before the tears could fall, Monty turned and walked away.
Kendall sighed and shut the door. He locked it and went to the kitchen. Logan was sitting at the table, drinking some soda. Another can say out for Kendall.
"Hey."
Logan looked up. "Hi. I figured I should wait in here until you were done talking. Didn't want to interrupt again."
Kendall grabbed his soda, moved a chair so that it was next to Logan, and sat. "It sucked. Hurting him again."
"It was necessary, I guess," Logan said.
"I wouldn't've had to if I never got that stupid idea to make you jealous."
"Well, it worked," Logan mumbled.
"What?"
"When you showed up at my house drunk, you told me what you did with Monty, and asked me if I was jealous. I was. Still am." He glanced at Kendall. "Oh my God. Stop smiling like that!"
"It's just nice to know my attempt to make you jealous worked."
Logan laughed as Kendall kissed his cheek. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"If you had your cell phone on you that night, why'd you throw things at my window instead of calling me?"
"Um... in my drunken state, I viewed it as romantic. Stop laughing!"
"Sorry! Sorry. You're just so ridiculous. Ridiculous, but adorable."
And that cocky smile was back. Kendall pulled Logan's chair closer to him. He put a hand on Logan's cheek and leaned in for a kiss. Logan's lips moved easily against his. He grained, wanting more, but Logan pulled back.
"Enough for now," Logan said. "We need to do homework since you were too busy staring at me earlier."
...
It was Tuesday evening, and Mr. Mitchell came home from work early, just as Logan finished his homework.
"Hi, Logan," Mr. Mitchell said, as he entered the living room.
"Hi, Dad. You're home early."
"You know how i love handing out candy to Trick-or-Treaters. You still doing the haunted woods thing?"
Logan let out a shaky breath. "Yeah. Kendall's on his way now."
"Those type of things are so fun. I hope you enjoy yourself."
"Who enjoys being chased by a man wielding a chainsaw?" Logan squealed.
Mr. Mitchell laughed. "Some people like getting scared, Logan. You know, the adrenaline rush and all."
"I guess." The doorbell rang and Logan stood. "That should be Kendall." Logan ran to the front door and opened it. "Hi, Kendall."
Kendall smiled and stepped inside. "Hey, Logan.
"I gotta get my shoes and jacket. Wait here." Logan dashed up the stairs.
Mr. Mitchell walked down the hall and up to Kendall. "Hello, there."
Kendall smiled. "Hello, Mr. Mitchell. How are you?"
"Just getting ready to hand out candy. Make myself feel old seeing all those kids, remembering when Logan was little. How about you? Have things improved since Saturday?"
"They have, Mr. Mitchell. Very much so."
Logan came down the stairs. "Ready to go, Kendall?"
"Yup. You ready to have your pants scared off?"
Logan's eyes widened. "No."
"Excellent." Kendall grabbed Logan's wrist. "See ya. Mr. Mitchell."
"Bye, boys," Mr. Mitchell said with a huge smile on his face.
"Don't worry, Logan," Kendall said as they got in the car. He started it and began to drive. "You'll have fun. And they serve hot chocolate there. So we can get some after."
"Well... I do like hot chocolate..."
"Who doesn't?"
"Those who are lactose intolerant?"
"Oh please. That doesn't stop people."
Logan considered that. "Good point."
Soon, they were entering the state park.
"Wow. There's a lot of people here," Logan commented.
"Duh. It's Halloween. Everyone loves to get the shit scared out of them on Halloween."
"Not me."
"You'll learn to love it." Kendall parked. As they got out of the car, Kendall said, "Stephanie should've bought our group tickets."
They started to walk to the entrance and Logan asked, "How much will I owe her?"
"Nothing."
"What?"
"I'm paying for you."
"Kendall-"
"You technically didn't want to come. It's only fair that I pay to make it up to you."
"But-"
"You can pay next time."
Logan pouted. "Fine. There's everyone." They walked up to their group of friends.
"Hi, guys," James said happily. "This is Shelby."
"Hi," Kendall and Logan said to the girl with almost black hair and bright blue eyes.
Logan saw Camille roll her eyes as James introduced them to Shelby. He then jumped when he heard the sound of a chainsaw and some screams. He hid behind Kendall.
"Are you really that afraid of chainsaws?" Carlos asked.
"I had nightmares for an entire week after we watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre in the horror movie club," Logan said. "And it doesn't help that Stephanie showed the remake today."
"I was just prepping you mentally," Stephanie said.
"No. You were just trying to freak me out, you evil shrew."
Stephanie giggled. "A shrew, yes. Evil... maybe."
The others laughed. Kendall put an arm around Logan's shoulders and whispered to him, "I'll keep you safe."
Shelby looked at James. "Are they..."
"Yeah," James said. "But pretend like you don't notice. They want it to be a secret for now."
"Well, they need to stop being so obvious then."
"Shh. Don't tell them that. They like to think their being discreet."
Carlos bounced up and down happily. "It's almost out turn!"
"I curse Stephanie for getting here early enough to get a good spot in line," Logan said.
Kendall gave Logan's arm a squeeze. "It'll be OK."
They took their first step into the woods and Logan gripped onto Kendall's free arm. When the first person popped out at them, Logan screamed and clung to Kendall so desperately it looked like their bodies might fuse together.
Carlos and Stephanie led their group. Hands clasped together, jumping when something happened, and laughed after recovering. At one point, James and Camille clung to each other, screamed when they realized who they were attached to, then separated and grabbed onto their dates.
"Holy shit! I hear the chainsaw!" Logan cried.
"That means it's almost over," Kendall told him.
Suddenly, the biggest guy Logan had ever seen jumped in front of them. He was wearing a mask, and was waving a chainsaw around. Logan let out the loudest scream of his life, took hold of Kendall's wrist, and ran as fast as he could-with Kendall connected to him-out of the woods.
Kendall couldn't stand, he was laughing so hard. "C-can't... breathe... your face... so... fucking... funny." He was practically rolling around on the ground.
"Stop!" Logan whined, but he couldn't stop himself from laughing as well. Now that he knew he was safe...
"Oh my God, Logan!" Camille yelled when everyone else joined the two. "You are such a pansy!"
"That was some funny shit," Rick said.
"Glad to entertain," Logan said as he helped Kendall up. "Now. I heard there was hot chocolate?"
Stephanie laughed. "This way."
They all got their hot chocolate then went to Rick's truck. They sat in the bed of the truck, drank, and talked.
"You sure you didn't pee your pants, Logan?" James teased.
Logan glared at him. "Don't make me pour your hot chocolate on you."
"Did you have fun at least?" Kendall asked Logan.
Logan smiled. "I did. It wasn't as scary as I thought it'd be."
Twenty minutes later, the group separated. When they got in the car, Kendall looked at Logan and said, "I wanna take you somewhere."
"Where?" Logan asked as Kendall started the car.
Kendall drove. "Somewhere private. Like the parking lot for the playground."
"Kendall, we are not having sex."
Yet. "I know, I know. We can just sit, listen to music, and talk for awhile. And maybe... kiss... a little?"
Logan chuckled. At least Kendall wasn't acting like he didn't have a plan. "Fine .But we'll stop if it's too much for me, right?"
"Of course," Kendall promised. "I won't even complain. I mean, I'll pretend to be upset."
Logan laughed. "I'll keep that in mind."
Kendall pulled into the parking lot. He shut off the car's engine and found a playlist on his iPod for them to listen to. "I hope no annoying kids or cops show up."
"That would be horribly inconvenient. Is this your playlist of make out songs?"
"... Maybe..."
This time Logan giggled. "Alright. Well. Let's do the talking first."
They spent some time learning about each other. They talked about TV shows, movies, books, life before high school, family. Then the moments they first noticed each other came up.
"It was Freshman year for you too?" Kendall asked.
"Well. We did have homeroom together."
"I know. But I didn't think I was a blip on your radar."
"I heard you laugh at something someone said. And from that moment, I was completely enamored with you. I watched you from afar all the time. I felt like a real creeper sometimes."
"Please. All I had to do was look at you. James and Carlos got so tired of hearing me talk about you. I was kinda crushed when I found out you're a Jesus lover."
"I was so deep in denial then. It's probably a good thing you didn't try to make a move."
"I wanted to talk to you at least. Every year, that was my goal."
"Why this year?"
Kendall shrugged. "Don't know. It felt right?"
"Maybe it wasn't meant to be until now."
"Maybe." They just looked at each other for awhile. Then Kendall finally asked, "Can I?"
"Yes."
They moved forward at the same time, each smiling slightly when their lips touched. Kendall didn't waste any time getting his tongue into Logan's mouth. Thankfully, Logan was fine with it, and even let Kendall take the lead.
Kendall eventually decided there was too much space between them. He reached down and moved Logan's seat back, making Logan let out an "eep" of surprise. Kendall managed to crawl over to Logan and straddle him in his seat. Logan grabbed onto Kendall's head, and Kendall asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to make sure you don't hit your head."
"Meanwhile, keeping my face very close to yours."
Logan smiled. "Well. That is kinda a plus."
"I'll make this easier." Kendall's hand disappeared between the seat and the door.
"Ah!" Logan cried when his seat fell back. Now he was in a somewhat laying position. "You could warn a guy."
"And miss out on you making those funny noises? No way."
"Jerk."
Kendall laughed and brought their lips back together. Kendall loved that Logan's hands seemed to enjoy being in his hair. He nibbled on Logan's bottom lip, making Logan moan. His hands found their way up Logan's shirt, fingertips running lightly over Logan's stomach and chest, causing Logan to shiver. Kendall then kissed at Logan's jaw before moving to his neck. Logan's hands ran down Kendall's back as he moaned in pleasure.
It was crazy how easily Kendall lost himself in Logan. The world would disappear from just looking into Logan's eyes. He couldn't get enough of the sounds Logan made as his lips roamed Logan's skin, occasionally nipping. Somehow, Kendall had unbuttoned Logan's shirt a bit-he didn't even recall their jackets coming off. His mouth began to explore Logan's chest.
Something nagged at the back of Logan's mind through the fog of pleasure. When Kendall's mouth surrounded his nipple, he remembered: he wasn't ready for this. "Kendall. Kendall," he said urgently.
"Hmm?"
"No more."
Kendall stopped what he was doing then looked down at Logan. "Pooh."
"Sorry."
Kendall laughed. "Never be sorry. There's nothing wrong with stopping yourself from doing something you're not ready for. And at least you have self control. Which apparently I do not..."
Logan touched Kendall's face. "I guess I should be flattered."
"Something like that." Kendall began to button Logan's shirt for him. "Where'd our jackets go?"
"I believe you threw them in the backseat."
"Why don't I remember that?"
"Because you're an animal?"
Kendall chuckled and kissed Logan's nose. "Guess so." He crawled off of Logan and got back in his seat. "Let's get you home."
Logan lifted his seat. "OK." As Kendall started the car, he got their jackets out of the backseat.
They talked about random things as Kendall drove. Logan enjoyed how smoothing they could transition from a moment of passion to simple chit chat. It made Logan feel their relationship wouldn't be just about the physical things. They could enjoy each other's company as well. That was comforting to Logan. That meant that Kendall cared about him as a person, not just someone to screw.
They pulled up outside of Logan's house. "See ya tomorrow," Kendall said, though he was sad to be parting with Logan. He liked spending time with Logan.
Logan unbuckled his seatbelt, and opened the door. He paused and bit his lip. He turned, took hold of Kendall's face, and gave him a quick kiss. "Bye."
Kendall smiled. He didn't expect Logan to initiate a kiss so soon. "Bye, Logan."
Logan got out of the car, quite proud of himself. He had never been one to make a move first. Of course before he was only with girls, but still. He waved to Kendall then went inside.
Kendall grinned like a fool the entire drive home.
...
Later, Logan stepped out of the shower. He cleared the mirror of steam, and his eyes widened at his reflection. His neck and chest were littered in bruises.
He finished drying off, threw on his pajamas, then hurried to his room. He picked up his phone and dialed.
"Camille? How does one get rid of and/or cover up a lot of hickeys?" He pulled the phone away from his ear as she screamed happily.
So, I hope this wasn't bad or anything. Le shrug.
