short chapter, I know. ugh. I'm so unmotivated.

"Ohh. Ooooohh. Oh my God."

My sleep was interrupted by a fantastic feeling, which sent jolts through my nerves and caused my back to arch. I moaned out as I came to. Something was on my dick. Something warm and tight, moving up and down. I lifted up my head and pulled back the covers, only to see Logan working his mouth on my cock. He twisted his head as my dick pistoned in and out of his mouth. It felt amazing. His hair was a mess but he looked super cute. But it wasn't right. As much as I hated to do it, I took the back of his head and gently lifted him off. "Stop stop stop," whispered. "Logan, stop."

"But I need to," Logan said. He looked up at me and made a desperate face. His hands reached up and touched my tummy very delicately. "I need you."

"Come here," I commanded gently. I grabbed his shoulders and hoisted him up onto my chest. He clung to me like a koala. "Look at me."

"What," Logan mumbled. I put my hands on the back of his head and guided his eyes up to mine. There were tears for some reason.

"You don't need to suck my dick or do anything like that."

"I wanna…"

"Yeah, but if I let you do this stuff, it's only going to hurt you. You're gonna let your emotions run all over the place and you'll end up feeling worse."

Logan's forehead scrunched up. He looked at me so sad and confused, desperate and afraid; I wasn't sure what to do. There was no way that letting him blow me would help, though. We had to stop that behavior.

"I'm scared," he whispered.

"Don't be." I coddled his head to my chest and did my best to let him relax. He raised a hand and placed it near my collar bone. For some reason, he was quivering. "What are you feeling? Thinking?" I asked.

"I…" Logan hesitated to speak. "Why is it so hard to control myself?"

"It's not," I said calmly. "You can do it with a little help."

"Please help me."

"I will. Don't worry Logan, I will. That's what friends are for."

He made a little noise of happiness and settled against me better. "I'm glad you're my friend," he said.

"Me too. But hey, we should get up."

I gently rolled Logan off my chest and helped him get up. "I don't want to," he whined.

"You'll feel better if we do. Let's go for a walk or something."

"Okay."

Logan reluctantly got up and we went into the living room. Looked like Carlos had shown up at some point and took a nap, too. The TV was blaring but he was stretched out on the sofa fast asleep. Logan crept up behind the back of the couch and leaned over. He giggled and so did I.

"Out cold, huh?" I asked softly.

"Mmmhmm. Where do you think James is?"

"I don't know," I said quickly. "Don't know where Carlos had been, either. Hey, let's go."

"Okay." He sighed to himself and followed me downstairs.

It was becoming easier and easier to set my own feelings aside and work on Logan's. He was a wounded guy, and I felt terrible that he had been having these problems unbeknownst to the rest of us. I wished I could go back in time and help him out before everything got scary. I wanted to take back all the panic I had felt when I was pursuing him. It was funny to think that not that many days before, I was sick to my stomach, wondering if Logan liked me back. Wow, it had been a rough ride. Thinking about it made me feel a bit embarrassed. Now, I didn't want to be with Logan. It would be too confusing. Okay, well I secretly still wanted to date him, but I couldn't let those feelings get in the way. It wouldn't help. I needed to be a solid foundation for him, but not a boyfriend. I guess.

"How are you feeling?" I asked Logan. We went through the front doors of the Palmwoods and headed down the sidewalk. He put his hands in his pockets and stared at the ground. He didn't act like his usual self.

"I'm okay," he said quietly.

"What feels wrong?"

"Not sure." He dodged person after person as we walked down the pavement. He looked so sad. I wondered what I could do to make him feel better.

"What are you thinking?" I asked him.

"I feel like shit," he said. "I feel so guilty and stupid."

"Why? You aren't."

"Ehhh, I'm gonna set back the progress of the album, all because I'm feeling crappy!"

"You can't help it that you feel bad."

"I wish James would get back together with me."

"Why's that?" Was I feeling jealous? Uh oh. Logan looked up at me.

"I feel even more alone and abandoned. Wasn't it kind of shitty that he left me?

"Well, to be fair, you did sorta try and cheat on him with me."

"I couldn't help it." He looked down once more. Something was off about him.

"We'll see what happens. If James really loves you, he'll take you back once you sort your emotions out."

"Mmmm," Logan sighed. His pace slowed down drastically. I grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.

"What's going on?" I asked. "You're acting weird."

"I'm confused."

"How come? 'Bout what?"

"Not sure if I want to be with James or not."

"You don't have much a choice right now, I'm afraid." I did my best to smile. "Do you love him?"

Logan turned to me and raised his head. His eyes sparkled with sadness. His lips parted and he said, "I love you."