I hope you guys really enjoy this chapter. It's really cute and makes you feel all fuzzy inside. :)

James sat at the table in the dim light, twirling his straw in his soda. He pressed the home button on his locked phone. 6:25.

He felt tears prickle in his eyes as the waitress approached yet again.

"Have you called her?" she asked sympathetically.

"Just give it 5 more minutes," James begged. The waitress sighed and nodded, patting his shoulder before leaving.

James put his head in his hands, trying not to cry. Wouldn't Logan have called if he was running late? James had never been stood up before, but he knew it just happened.

He looked up, about ready to leave, and was surprised to see Logan weaving through people, looking around.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, did he leave? SHIT! Logan, you couldn't have been on time for ONCE?

Logan frantically searched the tables, hoping James hadn't thought he stood him up. Logan might have left the house a little late, then had to stop and get gas. James had texted him and told him that his mom dropped him off because she was out anyway, so Logan wondered if he could even get home if he tried.

Finally he spotted his date, looking even more handsome than how he left him. His hair was made with mousse, pushed back with a charismatic swirl, James' eyes illuminated by the dim lamp hanging above the table. James' face glowed as he waved and grinned excitedly.

"I'm SO sorry," Logan pleaded, approaching the table. "I'm ALWAYS late."

James stood and hugged Logan tightly, never wanting to let go.

"I was about to leave," he said. "I thought you stood me up."

Logan pulled away a little, allowing James to kiss him, since Logan wasn't quite tall enough. That kiss gave James all the reassurance he needed- Logan was serious about them. He could tell by how tightly Logan held onto him, how firm he locked his lips with James', his nose pressed against his cheek. Logan had never kissed James without getting carried away, and frankly it felt weird to break the kiss after only a few seconds.

They sat down and the waitress approached.

"Is this… Her?" she asked James.

"Yeah, he's my date," James laughed. "He was running late."

Logan ordered a drink and made a quick decision on a meal.

James leaned forward onto the table, chin in his palm, gazing dreamily at Logan as he straightened up his hair and clothes, catching his breath. He looked stunning with his hair made and gelled up in a very neat fashion, a simple red t-shirt and jeans on. James had gone a bit fancier with a light blue flannel.

Finally Logan was settled in and he gave a thousand-watt grin to James.

"You look good," he noted.

"Back atcha, big guy." Actually, it had taken James more than an hour to shower, shave, gel his hair JUST perfect, spritz cologne in just the right places, pick an outfit, and get dressed.

"I missed you. Like, surprisingly a lot," Logan said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Gee, thanks," James said sarcastically.

"I mean, I didn't think it would be so hard to not see you, even for only a few days. So much happened since then- I don't even know where to start."

"Tell me about this apartment."

"Oh! Yeah! My mom's helping me pay for it, but I'm moving in next week," Logan said. "It's got two bedrooms and you know, a bathroom and kitchen and stuff. It's big and nice and it's walking distance from the college."

"Sounds awesome," James said. He wasn't sure if Logan still wanted to live together, so he said nothing about it.

"Have you talked to your mom about moving out?" Logan asked.

"No, but she wouldn't care."

"Do you still… WANT… To move in with me?" Logan asked.

"Of course I want to," James said with a dazzling smile. "As long as you want me to."

"You know I do. You should start talking to your mom about it and packing and stuff."

"When did you start talking so much?"

"Only to you and Carlos," Logan laughed. "I haven't talked this much in… Two years."

Soon the food came and Logan watched closely at the way James ate. He paced himself and left a lot more on his plate than a guy his size should, but Logan was happy with it.

"So what else happened?" James asked.

"I found out that my Mom has a new boyfriend," Logan said. "I mean, he's really cool- he used to be a doctor. But… I just feel like I have to protect Mom, you know?"

"Why?"

Logan looked up, realizing James honestly knew nothing about him.

"My dad… Wasn't a nice guy," he said slowly. "He beat my mom and me- he almost killed me the night he went to jail. That's why I have my problems."

James felt horrible for not even knowing THAT. He was head over heels for this guy, and he knew nothing about him.

"I'm sorry, Logan… I should have known that."

"How could you? I never brought it up at the hospital, and at the time I wouldn't have talked about it anyway." Logan didn't miss James seemingly taking it to heart. He reached across the table to touch James' hand. "That's what tonight is for. So we can actually get to know each other."

James smiled a little and nodded.

"My mom's boyfriend's name is Turner and he has a daughter my age- 18."

"You're 18?" James asked.

"Well… Yeah…" Logan said awkwardly. "How old are YOU?"

"I'm 25," James said, dead serious. He burst into laughter when Logan seemed to go pale, mouth hanging open. "Logan! I'm kidding! I'm only 19, man!"

Logan grinned and chuckled.

"You had me."

"No, I just figured you'd be older. You look older and act older- I was thinking 20 or 21."

"You like the older guys?" Logan asked in surprise.

"Patrick WAS 23- I was 18," James shrugged, making Logan's brows jump. Now that he thought about it, James was planning on getting married at 19? He had proposed just 6 months ago, and he was that young. "I'm sorry- go on about Turner?"

"That was about it," Logan shrugged. "He was a doctor- which I think is cool. He even told me a few things about the job."

"You wanna be a doctor?"

"Yeah. Ever since I was little. I'm going to college in the fall to start on that- I want to be either a cardiologist or a neurosurgeon or just a general doctor."

"Damn," James said in surprise.

"What about YOU?"

"Playgirl model," James said simply. Logan giggled, seeing that James was kidding. "No, but really I haven't thought much about that."

"You could go to college with me," Logan said.

"School isn't really my thing."

Logan shrugged and nodded. Although he loved an educated man, he could also see James being a housewife. Logan could come home from a long day at work and find that James had made dinner for him and cleaned up the house.

"So what happened to YOU?" Logan asked.

"Well the therapist called my mom to come and have a session with me. It helped a lot, but not all the way. And she made me come home- said I didn't NEED to be there and that it was costing her a lot with every day I was there. Not that we don't HAVE the money, but I guess that hospital is really luxurious and expensive."

"Carlos told me he didn't get to say goodbye."

"Robin says they just found out their dad has skin cancer, and even though there isn't any worry, Carlos flipped his shit and lost it. But I'm gonna go visit tomorrow," James said.

"I'm sorry I didn't visit- I was really busy."

"I figured," James shrugged.

"So is your mom married?"

"Hell no. I think I'm the only man to ever love her again since my dad."

"Your dad?" Logan egged.

"Yeah, he left when I was a kid. Like- MONTHS old. I guess he was an asshole, because what kind of a non-asshole leaves his girlfriend and baby son just because? Yeah- they weren't even married. But anyway, my mom's a witch and owns a makeup line- Brooke Diamond Cosmetics- and she's always away on business anyway."

"Your mom is Brooke Diamond?" Logan gaped.

"Yeah?"

"My mom wears her stuff! And she's all over the magazines! My gosh, James!"

James laughed and shook his head.

"Logan?" he was suddenly innocent, getting Logan's attention. "What's your last name?"

"Mitchell," Logan said. "Logan Mitchell."

"No middle name? Mine's Dylan, by the way."

"Well… It's embarrassing…"

"What? Is it like, Edgar or something?"

"No. Logan's my middle name," Logan said blushing. "My first name is…"

"Spit it out!"

"My first name is Hortense, okay?" Logan blurted. James covered his mouth, trying not to laugh because obviously Logan was defensive about it. "It's my dad's dad's name. My mom had passed out when she gave birth to me, so my dad had to name me. They had agreed on Logan Alexander, but my dad had other ideas, I guess. Hortense is his middle name. Needless to say, it's a horrible name and I don't want to be tied to him."

"No- no, it's not that bad," James could finally say, compressing a giggle.

"It's terrible!"

James took a deep breath, shaking his head. He noticed that the plates were gone, a check book on the edge of the table, and their drinks refilled- he didn't even notice the waitress do all that!

"Okay, I'll tell you something embarrassing about myself now," he shrugged, thinking.

"Oh, please."

"Um… Oh! I know. When I was born, my dick was so small they had to look for it," he said. "THAT'S embarrassing, right?"

"Not really," Logan laughed. "But I'm assuming- HOPING- it's bigger now?"

James burst into a fit of adorable giggles.

"Oh, it's much bigger now. Do you want proof?"

Logan grinned and rolled his eyes.

"How are you confident enough to talk about your cock on the first date, but yet you've got severe confidence problems?" Logan asked.

James' smile disappeared and Logan feared that he had driven the conversation in the wrong direction.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "Too soon."

He dreaded the dark look that crossed James face as he looked up at Logan, but then it turned to sadness.

"I'm not ready to be out of the hospital, Logan… I'm still depressed, and even now I'm thinking about throwing all this up."

"I don't think anyone's ready," Logan said, eyes on the flip menu of the specials on the table, which featured desserts and alcoholic drinks.

"I don't feel safe when I'm alone," James said pitifully, not wanting to CRY on this date, but dammit he was a mess!

Logan knew there wasn't anything he could say that could make James feel better. He gnawed on his lip and took the check, putting some money into the book and getting up.

"Let's go do something fun," he said, holding out his hand to James.

"You paid for dinner, let me pay for this," James said, putting some money on the counter for the bowling alley cashier. They had decided that bowling would be something to get James' mind off of his problems and get some competitive juices flowing.

The alley was exceptionally occupied, but they had no trouble finding a lane with its own ball rack. They put on their bowling shoes and set up their scorecard on the screen before it was James' turn.

"Oh shit," Logan muttered as James' very first roll was a strike. James whirled around, smugly brushing off his shoulders.

"So maybe my dad was a champion bowler," he said, cocking a brow.

"Yeah?" Logan said, picking up his ball. "I'll show you champion bowler."

"Show me."

Logan made his way to the lane, realizing he had no idea how to bowl. He hesitated, the ball in both of his hands.

He jumped when there was a body pressed against his back.

"I knew you were full of shit," James giggled, arms wrapping around Logan to hold the ball, telling Logan how to hold it.

Logan couldn't focus of what James was instructing him after that. All he could think about was James' warmth against him, his crotch pressed against Logan's lower back, the smell of his cologne, how close the side of James' face was to Logan's.

"Are you listening?" James laughed, noticing Logan's gaze on him instead of his hands. Logan innocently shook his head, making James laugh. He couldn't help but kiss Logan then. He loved kissing Logan.

The bowling ball crashed to the waxed floor, making Logan jump back, afraid for his toes. They both burst into laughter, Logan bending to pick the ball up, James to missing his cute little ass in the air or the way Logan stood back up and bit his lip flirtatiously at him.

Suddenly James didn't want to bowl anymore. He wanted to take Logan home to his room, lock the door, and spend days there, the world locked out and only the two of them living life, doing whatever- WHATEVER- they wanted.

"So how's it go?" Logan asked, talking about bowling, snapping James out of his trance.

It didn't take long for Logan to learn, yet he still wasn't good. At all. It made James' heart flutter every time Logan got excited over even a single pin being knocked down, and giving a dazzling grin every time James kissed his cheek for a reward.

"Wanna play again?" James asked after the game was over.

Logan twisted his lips doubtfully and James shrugged.

"Me either. Maybe once you get better at this game," he winked, sitting to take off his bowling shoes.

"You know, I haven't been on a date in six months," James said thoughtfully as he and Logan sat on a picnic table outside of an ice cream stand and ate dessert. James had only gotten a soda- he didn't think he could handle keeping dessert down- but Logan had gotten a banana split. They sat side-by-side, hand-in-hand as Logan ate.

"I haven't been on a date in three years," Logan said simply.

"Wow. You got me beat."

Logan wiggled his brows as he sucked the flavor from his spoon. Damn he was cute, James thought.

"Do you wanna… Go to my place?" Logan found himself saying. "I think my mom's at her boyfriend's house."

James' heart fluttered, knowing what THAT meant. But as much as he wanted Logan to bend him over this picnic table right now and tear off his clothes, he knew they couldn't.

"You're cute," he said with a little smile.

"What?" Logan whined, chocolate syrup around his mouth.

James smirked and licked a napkin, wiping the mess from his date's mouth.

"Logan… I feel strong feelings for you. I really do. And tonight was amazing. But-"

"Are you breaking up with me before we're even together?" Logan pouted. Damn, that pout. James just wanted to suck on that puffy lower lip. And he planned to- in just a minute.

"No," James laughed. "Tonight was amazing, but we don't know each other."

"James! I told you my biggest secret!" Logan said, then lowered to a whisper. "My NAME?"

"But before tonight I didn't even know your last name! I didn't know about your dad, I didn't know that you wanted to be a doctor. And you don't know me, either."

"Are you suggesting I have an STD?"

"No! Logan, don't get mad. Okay?"

"I'm not mad," Logan grumbled.

"Do you get where I'm coming from?"

"Yeah…" Logan sighed, going to run his hand through his hair, but stopping as he remembered how perfectly he had made it before tonight. He looked over into James hazel eyes and suddenly he could wait as long as James needed to have sex. "But…" Logan bit his lip flirtatiously. "With Patrick, were you the pitcher or the catcher?"

"Oh, baby, I'm always the catcher," James said with equal flirtiness.

"Fuck that's hot," Logan said dreamily.

"Unless… YOU wanted to be?"

Logan shook his head, almost drooling.

"Well I guess you're gonna have to take me out again soon so we can get this party started, eh?" James giggled, loving the way Logan drooled over him. Somehow James knew that Logan wasn't just in this for the sex. The way Logan had paid for their meal, shared his deepest secret, got competitive at the bowling alley, and seemed to be understanding about James' views told him that.

"Next time?" Logan asked like a dog with a wagging tail.

"Not next time," James laughed.

"The time after that?"

"Hmm… Maybe."

"Well how's breakfast and lunch tomorrow?"

James laughed and shook his head.

"We'll need the whole time after lunch," Logan said, obviously kidding around. "All the way till breakfast the next day."

James giggled and scooted closer, kissing Logan's cheek and resting his own on Logan's hair. Not the perfect front- he was careful not to mess that up.

"Wait… If Patrick was small…" Logan suddenly said.

"It works," James assured.

"But you're such a big guy…"

"So? Big guys can't be fem?"

"Okay, don't get mad," Logan mocked.

"Hmm, you taste like ice cream," James hummed between kisses. He and Logan stood on James' front porch, Logan against the house, hands on James' hips as James pinned him.

Logan smirked as he was kissed again, James' kisses sloppy, but somehow in a perfect way.

Before Logan could even get carried away, he heard the sound of high heels coming up the wooden stairs of the porch and James stopped kissing him to look over at his mother, who was fumbling with her keys casually.

"Don't mind me," she said briskly, gazing lazily over at her son. James didn't seem like he minded, but Logan's hands snapped away from James and he stood flat against the house, trying to get away from James.

"Oh, Logan, this is my mom," James said, tilting his head to the woman as she fit her key into the door. "Mom, this is Logan. The one I told you about?"

Brooke nodded a little, looking Logan over.

Logan said nothing, and James knew he wouldn't talk to her.

"He's cute," Brooke confirmed, stepping in the door and turning to her son. "Be in soon."

Brooke disappeared and James looked back at his date to find that he was bright red.

"Brooke Diamond just caught me making out with her son on her front porch," he said worriedly.

"It's okay. Patrick and I used to make out on the couch with her sitting right next to us. It's no big deal," James assured. "Well, maybe with YOU it could be, since you always try to take off my pants."

James smirked and buttoned his jeans up again, Logan not even noticing that he had undone them.

"I guess I should get going," Logan pouted. "Unless you want to invite me in to stay the night."

"Tempting," James winked, but Logan knew he was kidding.

"Text me when you talk to your mom about the apartment," Logan said. "I'm moving in Tuesday."

They kissed goodbye for a while before Logan went to his car.

James went inside and closed the door, doing a little happy dance to celebrate his feelings of bliss. He finally slid down against the door, sighing, looking at his mother smirking at him from the kitchen.

"What is it with you and the tiny boys?" she asked.

"But isn't he perfect?"

"Is HE worthy of YOU?"

"Very worthy."

"We ate dinner at Olive Garden," Logan said, plopping down in his mother's bed in the darkness. She had been asleep but heard him come in and called him to talk about his date.

"Did he care that you were late?"

"He thought I stood him up, but when I got there he was so excited," Logan beamed. "Then after that we went bowling. He's an amazing bowler, and he taught me how. I'm still not good."

"You get that from me," Joanna chuckled.

"And then after that we went to an ice cream stand and I got ice cream. He didn't- he's still working on his eating disorder."

"So you had a fun time?"

"I learned so much about him. Like that his mom is Brooke Diamond."

Joanna gasped and awed.

"Yeah. And that James doesn't have a dad, either. His left when he was a baby. And he told me that he thought that I was in my twenties."

"You've always looked older than you are."

"And he's so much fun- he gets my humor and I get his. We were always laughing."

"Logie, you're so excited," Joanna laughed. "Do you see a future with this guy?"

"Future?"

"Yes, baby," she laughed. "Like… A long-term relationship, marriage, kids, etc?"

"I don't know about all that, Mom. I can't see the future," he retorted. "But I definitely like him now. And he said he's gonna talk to his mom about moving out of her place and into my new apartment."

"You don't think you're going too fast?"

"Maybe we are, but there are two bedrooms in the apartment- it's not like we're gonna jump right into being serious. For now we're friends."

"Do you want more?"

"Duh."

Joanna laughed and patted her son's cheek.

"You looked very handsome when you left- I can't imagine him not wanting more."

"Well I always look like this, but he hasn't seen that. Just like I never knew how actually BEAUTIFUL he is- we've only seen each other in the hospital, in t-shirts and sweatpants with our hair all messy and our faces scruffy."

"Well don't forget to bring him around, Logie. I want to meet him, too."

"You will. Soon. I'm gonna go clean up and hit the hay. Night, Mom."

"Night."

Logan went through the dark house to his bedroom, opening the door and half-expecting a naked James in the bed, giving him an inviting smile.

Damn James left him so turned on.

Logan sighed and went to take a shower- he hated to sleep with hair gel in his hair.

Normally he didn't shower at night because around this time his meds started to wear off. When he started to get sad at night, he sometimes stood beneath the water, which steamed and flowed down his nose, and fought the desire to turn his face up a little and inhale the drops through his nose. He didn't know what would happen, but he thought that maybe it would hurt or even try to drown him, and maybe a part of him wanted that risk.

But tonight he didn't think about that. He washed the gel from his hair and rubbed the excess shampoo into his chest, imagining what it would be like to let James do this for him. He wanted a relationship where it was okay for the two people to shower together, nothing really sexual about it. He always thought that was cute.

He imagined Logan showering one morning in his new apartment when suddenly James' head popped into the curtain and he grinned.

"Hey, sexy," James would say. "I'm running a little late- mind if I hop in real quick?"

Logan would bite his lip invitingly and soon James would enter, his naked body nearing Logan's. Logan would back away a little to let James beneath the water and watch as the steaming liquid trickled from James' hair, off his nose and chin, and down his strong chest and abs.

Logan's eyes snapped open and was slightly let down to see his own shower with his and his mother's shampoos and soaps, the soap stains around the bottoms and the flowery floor grips on the floor of the shower.

He wanted to call James and talk to him all night like a high school couple, but knew he shouldn't. James was probably getting ready for bed or already there. Besides, he heard somewhere that you had to wait three days to call after the first date. He couldn't wait THAT long. Maybe he would see him tomorrow.

Awe I loved writing this chapter. :D It was so cute.

Has anyone ever thought about James' mom's last name? Why is it Diamond if she and James' dad are divorced? Like, we saw James' dad in Big Time Move, so obviously he's still in James' life and so James WOULD have his last name. But why does Brooke? WHY?!