Hey guys got another one for ya. As you can tell, we're nearly over.. but dont be sad, one's end is another's beginning hehe. Here ya go, anyways enjoy.

A Midsummer Day's Truth Ch 9

When a plan is devised, it must be initiated. Under any circumstance, should a thought go without action. It's an equilibrium; one should not be without the other. Gustavo knew what to do, it was reeling like slots in his head, and waiting for the arm to be pulled down to a stop. All he needs now is the triple sevens. And the gambler needs to be in play. Griffin was around the corner and Gustavo was waiting for him to enter his office.

Instead of just the casual, controlled entrance he does so often, this time he wasted no time in barging through his door and slamming it shut, causing a barrier between him and another force. This one was banging frantically against the door, and Griffin could feel the movement rattle through him. His brow was soaked in sweats, his breath came out in quick pants, and a flash of terror and fear filled his aqua blue eyes. Gustavo emerged from his place behind his office plant and went over to handle the situation.

"G-Gustavo, You- you've got to help me." Griffin was terrorised, hiding behind whatever he could use as shelter.

"Griffy, open up. I brought you a cup of mocha, and a doughnut. C'mon you love your rush." Kelly lured out from behind the door.

"G-Gustavo, you've got to fix this!" Griffin panicked in crazy antics, trying to contain as much sanity as he could before it'll all disintegrate in Kelly's hands.

"Okay, sir. I've got a plan." Gustavo whispered his plan into his ear. Halfway through, Kelly finally gave up on attempting to get through that way. Gustavo and Griffin finally proceeded to discuss without leaving it under wraps. Gustavo was hoping that this will actually work. He was anticipating it's success.

"Okay, sir. You got it all down? All you need to do is find a way to break her heart and the spell will break. And hopefully everything will get back to normal." Gustavo said the last bit more quieter under his breath but put his faith into it, expecting it to actually work if he put emphasis on it.

"Yep, I got it all under control. Just leave it to me." Griffin boldly stated, really confident that this will actually work. Until their thought were interrupted by the loud slam of the vents and out came Kelly from the cold, steel tunnel.

"She's good," Griffin said, noting her admiration to actually have crawled through the vents to get to where she needed.

"Ah, I've brought you your coffee and doughnut. And I've organised all your interviews and your schedule. And uh, just a little time for us too." Kelly placed her things on the desk before stalking over and wrapping her hands on Griffin's elbow. But Griffin was starting to have enough. No time like the present.

"Er Kelly, stop please. And just listen for one second."

"Why, what's wrong. Is something the matter?" Kelly was a bit scared, but worry shown in her eyes and expression.

"Look, Kelly. It's not that I don't like having you around. But I just think that it's getting a bit out of hand, don't you think?"

"I-I don't know what you mean, sir." The use of the term, sir, was a clear sign that things were working.

"It's not you, it's me. I don't think I have the time for an assistant, you see?" Griffin placed both of his bony hands on either side of Kelly's shoulders, and the weight of it started a reaction of tears to spring in her eyes.

"B-But, I don't see the problem. Haven't I done things to please you?" Kelly tries so hard not to turn gentle rains into a coursing river.

"You have, and I appreciate that, I really do. But I just don't think things are going to work out. I'm so sorry. But you have to let go." Kelly was full on bawling now, and all Gustavo did was watch the whole scene unravel. He felt extremely guilty to do something so hurtful to someone so close to him from all this tine. Granted, that it wasn't him who did this, but he should take the responsibility to tell Griffin to bring out the worse in her. All he wanted to do was be there with her, hold her hand and tell her words that everything was going to be okay. He knew that it was all meant to be okay, because really, his voice of reason was that it wasn't real. It was all a hypnotic trance that they had to break in order to face reality to its complete.

"I-I'm so sorry I couldn't be everything you ever wanted." Kelly struggled to pass through her lips but found her courage as her fear seeped in as she broke her holds and ran out the door. Gustavo tried to outstretch his arm and stop her. Tell her that she's everything and more to him. That she shouldn't go to such extremes to even attempt to impress people because at first sight, she's already done such that. But time heals all wounds. Oh, if only it was that easy though.

"Ah, such sadness to see her go like that, but plans must always be into action. Maybe you should go to fix this." Griffin said whilst retrieving his coffee and taking a sip. Gustavo knew the consequences of his actions and now he needs to get things under control. Otherwise, the lingering remains will grow into some kind of chaos. All she really needed was to hear Gustavo's words: that she was the harmony to the songs he produces.

Kendall was feeling so much self pity. He was beating himself up until he was on his back to the dusty ground, feeling blood in his mouth. That was how much he hated himself. He let it happen to James, and he could never even ask himself for forgiveness. He couldn't even think to even ask James for forgiveness. Each punch thrown at him brought tears in his eyes, and each kick was a suppressing sob to produce through his hoarsely throat.

By the time the metal box opened up to his dreaded destination, he was still reluctant to even proceed. He was just.. too afraid. He couldn't do this, he didn't want to do this. But he knew he should. Under all costs, his relationship with James and his friends came first over everything. He knew he had to set everything right. He needed this, for himself. His heart needed to be mended and he wanted to repair what he had damaged. He just hoped that he could find the strength to will himself to do this.

He pushed through the door, slightly terrified if the first thing he saw was the encounter with James' eyes. His dazzling, deep eyes that he'll lose himself in too soon. Fortunately, he did see James but didn't even bother to turn and look at him, seeing his broken form, with blue eyes that were begging, on their knees. He just dismissed it, having a plan that the only time he would even react to Kendall, was when his gut instinct knew that he'd have the Kendall he loved back to him. So, as far as he knows it, he's just the same everyday Kendall he sees.

"J-James.." Kendall called out, with such a tough time to do so. The tension was killing him, and the room was ripe in anxiety. Kendall just wanted to run over and kiss and hug and make everything better again. But he knew that he was still too mad at him, and anything bold would earn him a long lingering pain he just couldn't fix so easily.

"..." James continued to ignore him, completely phased, like a ghost to solidity. He tried so hard to emphasise how terrible angry he was. Well, not angry because he knew he wasn't mad at all. He was just trying to assist in shaking the fake Kendall away and awaken the remnants of true love.

"J-James, are you there. Can you listen to me?" Kendall took step by step, taking each one to examine James' reaction with each gap filled with his distance. Even though nothing has happened, he couldn't help but to stockpile his sadness because the silent treatment was just as bad as throwing a rage.

"J-James.." Kendall finally reached the couch where James was sitting, and sat close yet kept a distance from James. He didn't know what to do now, but he didn't want to show that he was empty. He slowly tracked his hand along until he found James' one, and intertwined his fingers into his and held onto it in like a monkey's grip, never letting it go and finding comfort in it.

"Please James. I want to say this. I'm so so sorry James. I.. I don't know what had happened. I never actually meant to say those words. I don't even know how they were able to be said by me because I would never ever say anything or even do anything that will hurt you. Shatter your heart, because mine did too. My heart was breaking and it was suspended onto a too fragile thread. And when it happened, I wanted you to know that I was listening, okay? I was listening to the Diamond heart as it broke into a million pieces. But all you need to know is I'd spend all of time, to pick up every single piece, put it all together again, make it function and present it to you. And after that, I'd take whatever I had left, and spend it all on you and shower you until you can feel clean. Please James.." Kendall brought his hand up to his lips and sprinkled his kisses over his hand. James heard the whole speech cleanse through him like purifying springs, refreshing his mind, and reviving his soul. But he can't take it anymore. It was too much for him. He knows Kendall would go on and on, because he would take anything and turn it around into brightness like his sun, because that who he is. The only way he could get away from it was that he let go of his hand on Kendall's and ran into their room, slamming the door in the process.

Kendall didn't know what had happened. He thought he was connecting, a heart to heart. But you couldn't do something like that if there was no heart to contact. However, Kendall knew that even though it broke, it isn't like it didn't even exist. It was still there. Kendall just wanted to reach that part that was left in his chest before things could turn out either right or wrong. He pushed himself off his seat and stalked over to his room. He pushed that door like he did to the apartment to see James curled in the corner in his bed. He was tucked away, and he could hear his sobs wreck through him, and Kendall's heart hurt more than it ever did before.

"D-Don't look at me, K-Kendall." James tried to scream, showing his anger but the sadness overpowered it. His body was shaking, his eyes were puffy from tears and he finally spoke to Kendall. James knew, he just knew that he found his Kendall back. He knew that his heart was being fixed again, now that he let it be in possession of his one true love. Kendall made his way and just collapsed on the bed, letting tears eat up at him too. He was crying, James was crying.

"I- But, I want t-to see- see you, James. Please.." Kendall tried to compose himself with strength so he could finally take control over this again. He used it to will back his breaking sobs and started talking again.

"J-James. Could you just listen to me again?" Kendall sat in front of James and he whipped his head up, their eyes conflicting before finally finding confines within their gazes. Kendall did all he could to will up a smile before he continued. "I know that I haven't been exactly boyfriend material lately, and I know that that was what you were expecting, when we agreed to get together. I was willing to give you that, and I wanted to give you that. But.." Kendall took a pause and sighed, "All I really felt was that it was too intentional. That we were forced to be together. And doing that to you and I, I didn't really feel it."

James lifted his head and looked really deep into Kendall's eyes. He finally opened his mouth to say, "I-I didn't know you felt that way. Now that I look at it, yeah. You're right. It was forced. But.." James wiped a tear and sniffled before proceeding, "That whole time that we were together, seeing a side of you I've grown to love, they were the happiest times I've ever had, because they were with you Kendall." He squinted his eyes and tears flowed from both ends. Kendall brought his hands up to wipe them away and pet at James' hair.

"James, you know, I did too. I loved to be around you, and to hold you close to me, until all we had was our warmth 'til the cold breezes were like desert winds for us. I loved to see your face, how you can have a million faces but still be the same guy, underneath it, be everything you could be in here." Kendall said while poking at James' heart. James giggled, knowing that Kendall knew he was ticklish in the simplest places. His feathery snicker made Kendall's heart fly.

"But what I realized was that I was doing this all wrong. People don't just fall in love because others tell them to. They do so because they want to. That they can just smile and laugh whenever they're around. And also when they're willing to step it up and make it happen like magic. That they're willing to take it the whole way. And I do, James. I really do." James was going to get whiplash from bringing head back up again and again by Kendall's swaying words.

"Y-You do?"

"More than anything, because I'm willing to make it right. I want to make it up to you. Starting with this." Kendall approached James, keeping his head up and not willing to let it go back down again. He took a grip of James' chin with his thumb and finger and pressed his lips onto James' so softly and gentle that it made a feather feel heavy. The close contact of wet lips sent an all too familiar yet foreign sensation to tingle through their whole system. James found the strength to retract his tears, his sobs and his cries. Kendall found the same strength to smile brightly and let it's light repair the already fragile hearts, like a catalyst in the recovery process.

They both pulled away to look at each other again, this time, full of love. James is grinning, looking foolishly because it calls for the occasion. He found his Kendall again. And he couldn't be more thankful. It became viral as Kendall's grin was too much for his mouth to handle, and it spread over because he was so happy and so glad that he finally made James happy again.

"So.. are we good?" Kendall finally rid the nervous tension in the air and finally made it more jokingly lighter. James chuckled before continuing, "We're more than good. We're together." James interlocked their fingers before placing another kiss on his lips.

Logan overlooked the whole pool area, under the harsh cold of the night, the stars and the overly sized moon gazed down like an overcast. Although this time, it'd be too cold to be at the pool, and it'd be restricted after hours, having that dramatic scene in the middle of the lobby, Bitters dismissed it off, making sure that he'd calm down poolside before he flares up again in his lobby.

Logan could see Carlos look so sad and forlorn, fixing his gaze on the pool's surface, trying to look deep into it's transparency, like there's magic in the water. The only magic there really was is Carlos' own magic, to light the candles in every person he saw come by. And Logan's by far was getting brighter by Carlos' flame. Carlos had his two legs submerged in the pool, letting little kicks sway through the pool, making his little waves. Logan had his heart in a vice. Since when did Carlos look so innocent, and so weak, feel so fragile and broken all at once? It made Logan see and clean his eyes a bit to take in the full expression that is Carlos.

Logan was waiting, contemplating whether he should walk over and sit next to him, lay an arm around him and apologize for everything. Everything he's been going through, and everything that he did to hurt him so bad. But Logan had to take action. He trudged over and cautiously maneuvered, as if he was trotting on sacred ground. Finally, he planted himself right next to him, letting his legs soak in the pool. He couldn't even look at Carlos like he wanted too. He kept his eyes in the pool, seeing the brightness being reflected into his vision, letting it entrance him. Because all they could do, is stay silent, completely absolutely stripped of noise. Logan could think of everything he wanted to say, letting it collect together like a speech, but when he finally wanted to say something, the only words that escaped his lips, were the ones he really wanted to say first.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, Carlos. I don't know what happened to me, and I want to apologize. I.. I want to make things right." Logan placed a hand right next to Carlos', seeing if he would get a reaction. He knew he wouldn't and he was right. Carlos was left unmoved at all. Just continued to sway his legs as the water danced around playfully in the dark.

"I've been the biggest, most complete jerk of all times, and I'm not afraid to admit that. I deserve it. I deserve everything. Everything but your love, Carlos. Your love, your trust, your faith, you. I don't deserve you, Carlos. I treat you so bad, and if I could, I'd go back and make it all right." Logan couldn't let the water move in his eyes, because he let his frustration out at the pool. The swaying droplets just said it all, like his tears.

"..don't say that." Carlos quietly said after a small silence had established. "I.. I don't resent you or anything. I.. I totally understand. You weren't yourself." Carlos tried to persuade him that it just wasn't Logan that had did everything that has happened. But if he wished that Logan came back to normal, things would return to normal too. And normal meant how Logan had wanted to go after Kendall, and not Carlos. Not him.

"No, Carlos. You don't understand. Listen to me. Out of everything that had happened, everything between us, I would never want that to happen to us. To go back to a time where you were just a friend, or a time where I had to forcibly have you all to myself. Never would I want that again. I want something else. Something.. more between us. And it's taken me 'til now to realize that. It took someone like you to make me open my eyes." Logan turned his head to look at Carlos, and surprisingly he did too.

"So what does this mean? I want something between us too, but I'd rather keep it away just to make you happy. I liked to see you smile during those times, those moments that made you light up. I'd give everything to see it again." Carlos knew he wasn't one to hold a grudge and be mad at anyone. He didn't now, and he wasn't going to let that side show. Instead he placed his hand right over Logan's. In return, he looked ecstatic and shocked to see Carlos look at him like that. Logan felt more bad now. How could he be so blind about what was right next to him, and let it go from his reach. Now he was willing to reach and extend pass all boundaries to get it into his reach again.

"You can see it again. I want you to see it again, if it means I can see yours too. Your cute, diligent smile that will dismiss all frowns away. I was the bad guy, who didn't get to see and appreciate what I had in my reach. And I'm sorry for that. I'm so so sorry that I couldn't appreciate art, and beauty in Carlos form. I'm so sorry." Logan wanted to get his point across, he kept on apologizing. And with each one, he felt tears trickle down his soft cheek, and fall as drops onto Carlos' back hand. He held onto it with both of his own, and held it close to his chest. Carlos was just surprised, seeing Logan look so weak and innocent. His rough sobs shook, and he could feel it. Logan cast his face down, denying looking at Carlos like that. But Carlos wanted to see it. If Logan wanted to see Carlos, then Carlos wanted to see Logan.

"Just look at me Logan." Carlos tilted his head with his free hand and they locked eyes and felt something spark. Carlos smiled, and in return made Logan too, but tears still fell from heavy eyes. Logan took one hand off to muffle his cries, letting the clear noise become muted, by having his hand cover his mouth. He closed his eyes as he continued to let his cries come out. Carlos had his heart tugged at, he couldn't look at Logan like this anymore. He wanted to see him smiling, and laughing, and just full of love.

"Logan, I've wanted to tell you, all this time, but I was just too afraid. Logan, I.. I-I love you. I love you like something so much more than I wanted. I want you close to my heart, and know that you won't be leaving at all. Stay there, and love me the way I do." Carlos scooted closer, making the space between them too close. But neither disagreed. Instead, Logan hearing those words, found courage to stop his tears and his cries. He finally took control before responding.

"Carlos, I- I love you too. I love you more than I ever did, and this time, it's limitless. I want to make it all better. I want to become yours." Logan's cries had completely died down, and he was calm again. Until, Carlos placed a hand on Logan's cheek, and pulled him in a deep, long kiss. This is too soft, too gentle and they both liked it more. The sensation filled themselves up until they were satisfied and felt confident to call themselves a whole.

They both pulled away, Carlos leaned his head on Logan's shoulder, and Logan leaned his head on Carlos'. They both cast a view out into the waters and seeing the moon refract across it's surface. Then they both looked up at the actual moon, seeing it's full phase just shine as bright as their love.

Up until now everything turned out fine, and they would have it no other way. Now all they needed to do is make it better than it's already happened.

There's one chapter left and its supposedly the conclusive, where everything is all better again. Next is a oneshot so look out for that too, soon =D