Sorry! It's been forever! I mean, I know I'm a horrible writer, but I'm DETERMINED to finish this story. It might suck more then- Never mind that! here we go!
Kendall walked through the halls searching for Logan. He was going to ask him out. It was time to stop beating around the bush. When he found him, he smiled and said, "Hi, Logan."
Logan turned and starred up at the blonde with a half smile. "Hi, Kendall." He said.
"So I was wonderin-" He was cut off.
"Kiss me!" Logan exclaimed.
Kendall didn't need to be told again. He stepped closer and pressed their lips together. Everything melted away and Kendall felt-
He woke up.
This usually would have made him sad, angry, or even livid, but his last two dreams were the same thing, and he found it funny Logan just threw himself at the him. He realised it was Friday. In a few hours he'd ask Logan out.
He got up, dressed, and waited. It was an hour before school started, but he didn't care.
Thirty minutes later:
Kendall and his sister finally left the house to go to school.
He quickly made his way to Logan's locker, but no one was there.
The bell rang and Kendall walked to class sadly.
At break, Camille found the taller boy.
"What's wrong, Kendall?" She asked.
"Nothing." He grumbled.
"Logan declined the date?" She gasped.
"He isn't even here." He said.
Camille looked confused. "That's weird, he usually texts me when he's out." She said. "Want to go check on him after school?" She asked.
Kendall looked up with a goofy grin. He didn't know why going to Logan's house made him so happy, but it did.
"Can I?" He asked.
"You are his stalker." She said. "And you said you'd ask him." She added.
"I hoped you'd forget that." He said.
After school:
Camille drove Kendall to Logan's house.
"You're sure he'll want me here?" He asked her.
"Yes! He loves your company." She said.
"Doesn't mean I can bother him when he's out." He said.
"Get out of my care. You're giving off some bad vibes, I don't want it stinkin' it up." She said.
"Alright." He said. He got out and walked to Logan's door.
He knocked on the door, and soon enough, Logan opened it.
Kendall took a quick second to take in Logan's appearance. He was wearing a green striped shirt, black plaid pajamas pants, and his hair was slightly ruffled.
"Hey, me and Camille came to see if you doing alright." He said with a smile.
"Camille?" Logan asked. Kendall could tell he was sick.
"She-" He turned around and realised Camille's car was gone. "Left me here." He finished.
"Then come in." He said.
"Thanks.." Kendall said.
The blonde followed Logan to his kitchen and took a seat at his kitchen table.
"My parents made me stay home. I was kinda mad, because they're never home." He said, "The one time they're late they notice I'm sick."
"So you're making soup?" Kendall asked.
"Yeah.." He said.
"Need any help?" The blonde asked.
"Oh, no! I couldn't ask you to-" He sneezed.
"Go to your room, I'll bring it to you when it's done." He said.
"But-" He sneezed again.
"See? Even your body says so. To your room." He said.
Logan sighed and walked to his room.
A few minutes later:
Kendall walked the bowl of soup to Logan's room. When he got there, he smiled. Logan was in his bed with the blankets wrapped around him.
"I got your soup." He said.
"Thanks." He said. He took the soup from Kendall and began to eat.
Kendall couldn't take his eyes off of the brunette. Every time his lips wrapped around the spoon he fidgeted. The things he wanted to do to that mouth were perverted to say the least.
When he finished, Kendall got up, grabbed it, and put it on the table. He quickly sat back beside logan.
"So, on a scale from one to ten, how bad are you feeling?" He asked.
"Four-ish." He said.
"That's.. good.." Kendall said.
They looked around the room for a second, and eventually their eyes met.
Usually, they would have looked away. But now? Oh, no. The two kept the gaze up.
Kendall was the first to move. He leaned a little closer.
Logan did the same, and soon their lips met.
And it felt-
It felt-
Wonderful. There was no denying it.
Logan wrapped his arms around Kendall's neck, and the kiss deepened.
Kendall's phone rang and he pulled away.
"It's, uh, Camille." He said.
He accepted the call. "Hi, Camille." He said.
"Yeah, yeah." He said, "Okay, I'm on my way out." He said.
Kendall looked back at Logan. "Well.." He whispered.
"Yeah." Logan replied.
"See you Monday, I guess.." He replied.
"'Kay." Logan said.
Kendall left his room, and as soon as he heard the front door open and close, he groaned.
The kiss was wonderful. There was no denying it. He had to talk to him about the kiss, about them, and most importantly, he had to date him.
The next day, he felt perfect. He got dressed, drove to Kendall's house, and walked to the door. He knocked on the door when a small girl answered it.
"Hi, uh, is Kendall home?" He asked.
"Depends, who are you?" She asked.
"I'm Logan Mitchell, me and him go to-" He was cut off.
"If you're Logan I know all about you." She sighed. "Come in." She said.
"Thanks.." He said.
"Kendall's room is the first room on the left." She said.
Logan nodded and walked to said door.
He reluctantly knocked. Kendall opened it and his eyes widened.
"We need to talk." logan said.
Kendall wanted to say 'no' but they did.
"Yeah, we do." He said.
"Come in." He said.
Logan did as he was told. He took a seat on Kendall's bed.
"So.." Kendall said. "What are we talking about?" He asked.
"Yesterday." Logan said.
"What happened-" He realised halfway through.
"I mean, where does that leave us?" He asked.
Kendall said nothing.
"Er-" Logan choked. "We can do this some other-" He was cut off.
"Did you like it?" He asked.
"What?" Logan asked.
"Did you like this kiss?" He asked.
"Y-yeah. Actually, I did." Logan whispered.
"Then, would you like to go out with me tonight?" He asked.
Logan could barely believe what he was hearing.
"You'd want to go on a date.. with.." He stopped himself.
"You." Kendall finished for the boy.
"A-are you sure?" He asked.
Kendall answered by cupping Logan's cheeks and pressing their lips together. When he puled away, he rested their foreheads together.
"Yes. I'm sure." He whispered. "You up for it?" He asked.
"Yes." He said.
"Perfect. Pick you up at eight?" He asked.
"Sounds like a plan." Logan said.
"See you later, then." Logan said.
"Okay." Kendall said with a grin.
Logan left the Kendall home, drove back to his, and as soon as he was in his room, slammed the door.
"Yes!" He screamed. He started doing something someone might consider a dance.
"Yes, yes, YES!" He got on top of his bed and started jumping. He eventually got tired and collapsed on it.
"Yeah." He whispered. He giggled and grabbed his phone. He quickly texted Camille.
And with Kendall:
As soon Logan got to his car, Kendall jumped up.
"Happy dance!" He squealed. He did a spastic dance.
When he was done, he checked his phone.
"Six hours." He said.
And with Logan:
By now, he had rationalized. He called Camille.
"Camille! I'm freaking out! Fix it!" He said.
"What happened? You said you were happy!" She said.
"What if he doesn't really want to date m-" He was cut off.
"He does!" She said. "Just wait! I bet he has a great idea for the date." She said.
"But how do you-" He was cut off again.
"Just wait. And give me updates when he picks you up!" She said.
"Okay." He said.
No matter what she said, he couldn't believe it. Was Kendall telling him the truth? Did he really want a date? He'd see in six hours.
WHEW! Hope everyone likes this!