I really thought this was going to be longer... But it's not.
But I promise this is not ending anytime soon. :)
So this is some Jagan friendship here.

I've never felt so alone. I've been skipping out on volunteer since that stupid kiss, and James hadn't returned any of my calls or gone to school for that matter. Every time I try to talk to Kendall, he would grunt something impatiently and then stomp away in fury. It was as if the God had pitted the entire universe against me, and there was no one I could turn to. I was worried about everyone and everything. I was also certain Carlos is to be released from the hospital tonight, which meant he was going to be back at school tomorrow. I couldn't keep hiding from him like this. I sighed a deep, anxious sigh as I sunk further into my comforter. I pulled the blanked higher and snuggled into it as I drowned myself in nostalgia. I remember when relationships didn't matter and sexual orientations didn't really exist. My whole life I've been thinking knowledge is the most important thing in the world, but now I'm not so sure. Right now, ignorance seems pretty damn blissful to me. But I knew things weren't that simple. Ignorance could only get the human race so far. I grumbled and pulled the sheets over my head. Why does everything personal I think about find its way back to my studies?

"Logan?"

I threw the covers and sat up, hair sticking up everywhere. I guess I didn't hear the door open.

"Hey Mom."

"It's only seven thirty, why are you in bed already?" she asked, concerned.

I let out a breath and stared down at my fumbling fingers. "It's been a long week."

My mom reached down to kiss me on the forehead. "Baby, I've got some bad news."

I looked up hesitantly. My week was bad enough. Now more bad news?

"James' parents are getting a divorce."

My jaw fell to the floor and my eyes widened. And to think that I was getting rather annoyed James didn't call me back or answer the phone.

She pulled me into a hug. "Yeah, Mr. Diamond is well, gay."

I was initially shocked, but that just broke my poor heart. How devastated the Diamond family must be! I mean, it was right of him to tell them the truth, but knowing James, it must've taken a toll on their relationship. The Diamonds were an impossibly tight-knit family, and to make things harder, James and his dad were close buds.

"I gotta apologize to James," I mumbled, pulling away and getting a hoodie to throw over my PJs. "Do we have anything to bring them?"

My mom got up from the bed and followed me downstairs.

"Honey, can you take this plate of cookies to them?"

I nodded and removed the plate from my mom's grip as I headed out the door and out to my car. I tried to think of what I would say when I got to the Diamond residence as I drove, but no words were deemed appropriate. I didn't want to over-sympathize, yet I didn't want to make it appear as if I was just saying 'I'm sorry' just because it was polite.

I rang the doorbell and cleared my throat one last time. I was just going to wing it. I waited for a while, but eventually the front oak doors swung open and a puffy-eyed Mrs. Diamond appeared in front of me. I raised the cookies and offered it to her.

"Hi Mrs. Diamond," I greeted. "My mom made those for you."

She smiled and took it before placing it on the table beside her.

"Thank you," she replied weakly before dabbing her running makeup with the crumpled tissue in her hand.

"It's not a problem. I hope everything's alright; I'm really sorry to hear about what happened."

I tried to choose my words carefully. I knew that no matter what, the mention of Mr. Diamond's departure will make the tears come down but if I didn't mention it, I would seem ignorant. Several more tears made their way down Mrs. Diamond's face, but were quickly wiped away.

"Thank you sweetie. Please come in. James is in his room."

I stepped in and she closed the door behind me.

"Be careful. James isn't really like himself right now. The divorce has really affected him, and I hope he can open up to you."

"Thanks, Mrs. Diamond, I'll try my best," I answered, feigning confidence.

I walked up the winding stairs and stopped in front of the first door, knocking it twice.

"James? It's me Logan," I called from outside the door.

No answer. I knocked twice again, but there was still no answer.

"Alright, well I take it that you don't want me to see you so… I'm sorry, James. I know I left like a billion voicemails, but I didn't know what you were going through. You have every right to hate me and not want to see to me. Take care, alright?"

I whirled around to descend the flight of stairs I had just been on but I heard a door creak open. I paused and glanced back to see a very depressed James peeking through the small gap. I smiled sadly and waved.

"Feel better," I whispered before starting to go down again.

"Wait, don't go."

I walked back the two steps I went down and James welcomed me into his room. I took a seat on his bed and he sat down next to me. Neither of us said a word. We both just scanned the room, taking interest in small details like James' small action figures from when he was a toddler and his collection of Cuda hair products.

"So wanna talk about it?" I finally brought up, ending the silence.

He shook his head, just once though. "No."

I sighed and pulled my taller friend into a hug. "Are you sure? You can just cry if you want to. Sometimes it makes me feel better."

James didn't hug back, but he didn't fight it either. "No, it's fine. Just… let's not talk about anything. I just like having my best friend here with me. At least I know something in my life remains the same."

I kissed the top of his head and shut my eyes tightly. Carlos was the furthest thing from my mind at the moment. All I was thinking about was how much I wish I could change fate. How much I wish I had the power to make all suffering to go away. I wasn't talking about myself this time, though. I was talking about James. It hurt me to see my best friend, someone I care so much about, get hurt like this. It wasn't fair. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't his mom's fault. It wasn't his dad's fault either for loving a man. No one was to blame, and that's what makes everything harder. I realized when there's a source that's causing so much distress, it was easier to cope because you have something to release all your anger and rage towards. You know the reason why it happened. But when there's no one or nothing to point your fingers at, you're lost. You don't know who to be angry with, so you're angry with the world, with yourself. And that, I think, is the worst feeling ever: to be upset with everything because there's no one to blame.

Can I just say how much I love Philosopher Logan Mitchell? Like it is so fitting for him to go all deep and shit. Idk my inner hipster was telling me what to write, and I'm impressed with the last paragraph.
Honestly it's so true. When you have no one to blame, you blame yourself. Well good job Scarlett, you can be a philosopher when you grow up. HA, not.
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