sorry it took me a few days i guess? to update, point is here's the next chapter whoo hoo!, I also started a new fic called "Big Time Mean Boys", so if you haven't checked it out go for it! review, review, review!, I'll update tomorrow (:
"Flight to the state of Seattle now boarding", announced a woman through the airport intercom.
Kendall sighed but got up, he grabbed Logan's hand and pulled him towards the door, where a woman was checking the flight tickets.
He turned around to look at Logan, " Well I better go" he said sadly.
Logan nodded giving him a sad smile, " Well I'll see you when you get back?" he asked.
Kendall smiled and pulled him into his arms, " Yup, I'm gonna miss you" he said, kissing Logan's hair.
Logan pulled back to look at the blonde, " Me too" he said.
Kendall smiled, he then leaned down giving Logan a goodbye kiss. They pulled away resting their heads together.
" Kendall" called out his coach, as he was waiting for the blonde.
Kendall looked over nodding his head, he looked down at Logan once more, " I'll call you" he said, placing a kiss to the brunettes forehead.
Logan nodded, he leaned up pecking him once more, before they let each other go of their embrace.
Kendall walked towards the door, taking a moment to look back at the sad boy he was leaving, he waved and gave him a sad smile, after he boarded the plane, the woman closed the door and walked away.
Logan sighed sadly, turning around and walking away…a few hours into to flight...
Kendall sat at his window seat, staring outside at the fluffy clouds, as the airplane flies smoothly through the blue sky.
He looked over at his coach giving him a smile, then he snuggled into his pillow falling into a dream of Logan…
Logan drove up to his parents house, which was a good 20 minutes from where he lived.
He drove into the massive driveway, parking his car at the entrance.
He stepped out of his car into the chilly air.
He walked to the front door, clicking on the buzzer.
He waited a few seconds, rubbing his hands together.
Finally door opened.
" Hello Mr. Mitchell" said the housekeeper.
" Hi Mary, are my parents home?" he asked, stepping into the house.
" Yes they are in the dinning room" she gestured through the massive foyer.
He thanked her and made his way to the dining room.
When he got there it was empty, then he heard some chatting coming from the kitchen.
He opened the door that lead into the huge kitchen, he stepped onto the white ceramic tiled kitchen.
He leant against the marbled counter, watching his parent's cook.
After a few moments of watching them, he made his way over to the stove, " So what's for dinner?" he asked, eying the big juicy looking steaks.
His parents which were at the sink, turned around surprised to see their son.
" Logan" his father spoke up, as he walked towards Logan, pulling him into his arms, and ruffling his hair after.
Logan's father, Philip, was around 48 years old, he was tall and had muscle, he was attractive, his brown hair styled similar to Logan's but he had gray side burns, and some white hairs in the mix.
His mother was next to squeeze the life she gave to him out, in a momma bear hug.
His mother, Anna, was around the age of 44, she was a fit, petite woman, with long wavy brown hair, big brown eyes, Logan had his mothers features, but he had his fathers body.
After they exchanged their hellos, they sat in the kitchen eating their steaks and chatting amongst themselves...
" So how's school going?" asked his father, as he picked at his teeth with a tooth pick.
" It's going…I guess" he said shrugging.
" You guess?" asked his father.
Logan looked up at his father, his dad was a nice man, but he was an even greater father, he always wanted what was best for his son, just like Logan for Mason.
" Ya just been busy" he said, rinsing off his plate, and placing it in the dish washer.
He grabbed a glass from one of the cabinets, flipping the water switch from the sink, to the purified, he sipped his water leaning his back against the sink.
" Busy with what?" asked his mother, crossing her arms over the island, in the kitchen.
" Just being a dad, school….he trailed off, looking at his parent's questioning looks.
" You're hiding something" said his mother, knowing when Logan would hide something, his eyes would go all over the place and he would blush.
Logan cleared his throat, " I'm not" he said looking towards the ground.
" Yes you are, were your parents we know when something's up" said his father, crossing his large arms over his broad chest.
Logan was about to begin to speak but his mother jumped in.
" You're dating someone aren't you?" she said raising her eyebrow similar to the way Logan does.
Logan didn't say anything he just looked to the ground.
"Who is it!" his mother squealed.
Logan looked up at her in shock, that's not the response he was waiting for.
" Ooo is it a nice girl?, or a handsome boy?" she asked, putting her hands together.
Logan smiled at her, " It's just someone" he said shyly.
Logan's father had not said anything through out the whole thing.
His mother was chatting animatedly, when he said, " Anna please you're acting child like" he said in a stern voice.
This caused Logan and his mother to look at the man.
" Why?, aren't you happy for him?" she asked.
His dad sighed, " You do not need to be seeing anyone right now" he said, bracing his hands on the marbled counter.
" Why not?" asked Logan.
" Well for one, you have responsibilities" he said, in a very Mufasa type tone.
" I know" said Logan.
" So we have a mutual agreement?" he asks, looking very intimidating.
" Huh?" asked Logan not finding his fathers tone amusing.
" You are not to see this person, your focus needs to be on Mason and school" he said.
" Dad you cant tell me what to do-he was cut off.
" I can and I did" he said, crossing his arms.
" Dad you can't keep babying me, ok, I'm 23 years old" he said, his voice rising slightly.
" Don't speak to me like that Logan, I'm your father I know what's best" he stated, his voice going up a bit as well.
" Well, I don't live here so guess what?" he yells.
" What!" his father yells back.
" I see who I want, when I want, simple as that, you don't decide how I live my life anymore" he said, crossing his arms.
" Ok boys I think we can collect ourselves and talk about this like people" said his mother, Trying to clear the tension between the men.
his dad sighed, " Son, you know I'm only looking out for you" he said, a little calmer.
" I know dad and I appreciate it, but you can't keep telling me what to do" said Logan.
" All I'm saying is you need to be thinking about school-Logan cut him off.
" School, School!, your always shoving school down my throat" his voice raising a few bars.
" Logan sweetie-he mom began but was rudely interrupted.
" Don't raise your voice at me Logan" he warned.
" What are you gonna do dad?, send me to my room?, take away my allowance?, please dad don't make a fool of yourself" he said.
" Don't talk back to me!" roared his father, making his wife and Logan to get quiet.
They stayed like that for a while, in awkward silence, the two Mitchell men glaring at each other, his mother not knowing at who to look at...
" I'm gonna ask you this once more Logan, you are to focus on Mason and your school work, and only that, are we clear?" he said.
" Again, again with the school shit, (Logan! Yells his mother) I know what I need to focus on, but that doesn't mean that I can't have friends or date anymore?, that's bull shit!".
" Keep talking to me like that Logan, and I swear as god is my witness I will go over there and remind you who your father is" he said very intimidating.
" Do it" says Logan, having enough of his father's crap, his dad tensed up.
"Logan" his mother warned, looking at her husband knowing how he can get.
" No mom I'm sick of being controlled all my life, I've been doing fine, I'm raising my son on my own, and I'm gonna keep dating this person, and I don't care what you or dad say or do anymore" he said, shocking his parents.
" Do what you want Logan, but let me tell you this you're cut off" said his father.
" You think I care about fucking money?" said Logan in a very chill tone.
" I don't need your stupid money" he spat, grabbing his coat, and walking towards the door that lead into the dinning room, he turned back, slipping on his coat.
" It's nice knowing that I have my parent's support" he said before harshly pushing the door and walking out.
" Logan!" yelled his mother.
" Let him go Anna" growled his father….
Logan's front door slammed hard, he stormed in his blood boiling.
Ugh he hated his dad right now.
He ran upstairs shutting his room's door hard, and plopping down on the bed.
He grabbed the pillow and screamed into it, he stopped when he felt his pocket vibrate.
He threw his pillow aside, he pulled out his phone sighing he had forgotten about Kendall.
He tapped the screen, " He-hello" he said.
" Hey it's me" said Kendall.
" Hey what's up, sorry I didn't answer my phone, I was at my parents house" he said sighing.
" Oh well that's ok I guess…I miss you" he said softly.
He smiled forgetting all his worries for a second, at least someone wanted him right now.
" I miss you too…he said.
" ….You sound a little blue, what's eating ya Logan Grape?" said Kendall laughing.
Logan chuckled, speaking to Kendall was always nice.
" Ugh nothing just had a little misunderstanding with my dad" said Logan.
" Oh…is it bad?" asked the blonde.
Logan sighed, " Kinda, but I don't want to talk about it, so tell me how was your flight?" he asked, slipping his shoes off.
" Eh you know airplanes, and hey what is up with airline food eh, eh" he said Joking.
Logan laughed, " Boo! That was lame" he teased.
They both laughed, " Is it nice?" asked the brunette.
" Is what nice?" he asked.
Logan rolled his eyes.
" Seattle…he trailed on.
" Oh yea it's aight" said the blonde.
" Aight?, what's that mean?" asked the clueless boy.
" Uh alright…said Kendall.
" Oh well why didn't you say the full word?" he asked.
" Because it's slang…he said laughing.
" Oh ha, ha, ha, sorry I'm sorta lacking in that department" he said chuckling.
They talked for awhile, going back and fourth, and of course they flirted….
" Alright well I better go" said Kendall yawning through the phone.
Logan chuckled, " All right, well I'll call you tomorrow?" he asked.
" Sure" said Kendall,
" In your so called slang aight, Kendall goodnight" he said laughing.
Kendall laughed, " Good night Logie…dream about me?" he asked.
" We'll see" teased the brunette.
" You better" warned the blonde.
Logan laughed, " Ok hang up" he said.
" No you hang up" said Kendall.
Logan chuckled, " No you" .
" No you" said Kendall.
" No yo-oh god were acting like teenagers, goodnight Ken doll!" he yelled before hanging up.
" NO WAIT LO!-" to late Logan hung up on him.
Logan got up, to the restroom, after he was done, he jumped when he heard loud thunder, and I aint talking about what he just did in the bathroom, eh (elbow nudge) eh!.
He walked to the window, sighing when it started pouring.
He walked downstairs, to watch a little TV to get his mind off of things….
He was just settling down with his blanket, Ben and Jerry's ice cream, he was all cozy when the door bell rang.
He groaned, throwing his arms up, who the hell would be bugging at 11:30 in the night?.
He got up anyways, groaning all the way to the door.
He grabbed the knob twisting it and opening the door...
What he saw surprised him, there out side was a soaking wet James, his hair wet and sticking to his face, his clothes were wet, Logan got a better look at his eyes, they were red and stinging you could tell he had been crying.
" J-James?' he asked, still shocked at who the late night intruder was.
James gave him a sad smile, sniffling his nose, before stepping closer to Logan, " Can I come in?" he asked…