From House to Home
Chapter 11: See You Again
AU. Logan Mitchell is a medical student who works as a radio-jockey to make money. Kendall Knight is a cashier who aspires to be a hockey player. When Kendall gives Logan an offer he can't refuse, they discover how far true love can be tested. KOGAN. This story is dedicated to one of the nicest and sweetest writers on this site, Lovin' Big Time Rush! Before I say anything, I would like to say HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO MrsScarlettPena! Okay, seriously guys, 101 REVIEWS? YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST. I'm like so speechless right now—I used to get so happy with simply getting a review per chapter in ANY story, but to actually reach that three number mark makes me feel so great. But obviously, it's because of how AMAZING all of YOU are! Thank you so much! I would love to thank hp1234567fan, IceRush, bubzchoc, 801-chan, TheClaire24, Childwhoiscool, Rhett9, Carphanie, Kirkysaurus, MrsScarlettPena, Love and Peace Forever, name, onlythatdaydawns, and MaddyB3 for your AWESOME REVIEWS. This was written in October 2011
Kendall stood, holding his cheek as Logan squinted at him, obviously holding in a painful barrage of tears. Carlos and James both gasped, as they watched Logan storm out of their house in a trembling state. For a moment, Carlos seemed as if he wanted to lunge out of James's comforting grasp and reach out toward Logan, but he seemed to know that Logan needed to be alone. Kendall had crossed an unspeakable boundary.
James gave Carlos a quick glance to which Carlos nodded his head, as James slowly left Carlos's warmth and retreated to the kitchen, only to return with a frozen bag of peas. He gingerly handed it Kendall, who stared at it with a blank face.
"Bruising man," James commented, "trust me when I say that getting slapped might ruin your face." James continued to wiggle the frozen bag of vegetables until Kendall snatched it and instantly applied it to his burning face, wincing at the instant interaction between burning and freezing. There was a moment of silence, as Kendall plopped himself onto the sofa, with Carlos and James slowly lingering near Kendall, both still silent, but still joined by their enclosed hands.
"He started the argument," Kendall whispered, as James and Carlos glanced at each other worriedly, and instantly sat to the side of Kendall on the sofa, Carlos to his left and James to his right. James rubbed Kendall's shoulder, and simply gave him a sympathetic look, while Carlos gazed at Kendall for a few moments, before excusing himself to browse in the kitchen for food.
There was a continuous silence between both friends, as one continued to apply the ice to his cheek while the other continued to rub the others shoulders with the intention of comfort. Kendall's thoughts were racing, as he tried to rewind the entire argument in his mind. Obviously, Logan had started it. Kendall had simply made a simple comment, while Logan, like always, had to make everything more complicated than it was. It was all Logan's fault, and Kendall was convinced of that. After all, Kendall simply wanted to resolve the argument between James and Carlos, but Logan wanted to argue with Kendall. Kendall felt like shaking his head at his completely wrong perception of Logan, whom he thought was far more reasonable than how he had acted.
I also hope this bruising goes away. The Los Angeles Knights don't need to think that I get bruised easily Kendall thought bitterly, as he continued to press the bag of ice against his cheek, periodically wincing at the cold breath of the peas against his burning face. Perhaps what made the slap hurt more than it was meant to hurt was that it came from Logan—the Logan that Kendall believed he could have trusted and possibly even loved.
Wait, what am I thinking? Of course this is just a petty argument, I still love him Kendall took a deep breath and chuckled within the confines of his mind, although his exterior face continued to uphold a morose mask. James had withdrawn his hand, and simply stared at Kendall for any actions or movements.
"Sorry about the argument," Kendall started, clearing his throat and repeating the first few syllables of his sentence in order to come across clearly. James pursed his lips for a moment, before nodding and whispering.
"It's okay," James nodded, as he began to gaze at his fingers, finding an acute interest in them. Kendall noticed this, but continued to apply the ice to his cheeks. There was another moment of silence, as both men heard Carlos opening cabinets.
"I mean, Logan is ridiculous, right?" Kendall started, wanting to move past the foreign and unwanted awkwardness between both friends. "He's so rude and belligerent and everything." Kendall rolled his eyes, before leaning back slightly in more reclined position to become more comfortable. However, James's tensing of his body did not escape Kendall.
"Yeah, sure." James mumbled, as he continued to gaze at his hands. Kendall squinted, James's recent actions now corroborating his previous suspicions: James was keeping something from Kendall, and Kendall was going to find it out.
"James, you know we're best friends, right?" Kendall probed, leaning forward slightly as he watched James's body become further rigid. He placed a hand on James's shoulder, as James continued to become tense.
"Y-Yeah," James croaked, as if afraid that his voice would betray him. There was another moment of silence, before Kendall shrugged. He noticed that this behavior started when Kendall had started to complain about Logan, so Kendall decided to try again from square one:
"But yeah, Logan was completely out of line here. He just overreacted for no reason, and he was so rude!" Kendall groaned, although he kept his voice down. While he was now friends with Carlos, he was sure that Carlos would be slightly biased against Kendall. However, to Kendall's shock, James stayed silent and simply stared at his hands.
"I think you're wrong." James slowly uttered, as Kendall nearly dropped his bag of frozen peas. He glanced at James, as if asking him to repeat his statement.
"Yeah, I think you're wrong," James continued, as if assuring himself of his own beliefs. He then turned toward Kendall with a lack of sympathy in his face. "I think you were being the asshole here. Logan had not even tried to get involved until you came!" James argued, as Kendall instantly squinted his eyes in anger.
"Excuse me? Who called me and begged me to come over because Logan and Carlos were ganging up on you!" Kendall barked, as suddenly he shifted away from James. Kendall's heart began to race again, as if telling him that an encore performance was to occur.
"Well yeah, but that was our argument! Before you came, Logan was fine!" James retorted, scooting to his corner of the sofa, as the space between the two friends suggested a break in their relationship.
"Of course, you idiot, it takes two to start an argument! And Logan started that one!" Kendall howled, throwing the bag of ice onto the floor in a fit of anger, sparking a flicker of anger to spread across James's face.
"Kendall, shut up! Do you even hear yourself? You're being totally illogical!" James answered, as Kendall furrowed his brow in frustration. "You were the one who stood up first!" James continued to reason, as Kendall instinctively stood up, prompting the other boy to stand erect as well.
"What happened to bro's before hoes?" Kendall hissed, as James shook his head and squinted his eyes, as if perplexed by Kendall's question.
"James! Can you come in here!" Carlos sang from the kitchen, as there was a slight clatter. However, both James and Kendall continued to ignore it, as they fumed at each other.
"So now you're just insulting Logan because he disagreed with the oh-so-great Kendall Knight? That's real mature, Kendork." James jabbed a finger into Kendall's chest, as Kendall slipped back slightly, but caught himself.
"Did Logan sleep with you or something, and is that why you're sticking up for him?" Kendall hissed, frustration and anger clouding his mind, as James shook his head in disgust. Kendall watched James wave his finger in front of him.
"Logan is such a great guy, and you're honestly just fucking horny, Knight." James swore, as Kendall grabbed James's wiggling finger and caused the other boy to wince.
"You would say Logan is a great guy—you are sleeping with him aren't you?" Kendall's voice started to get louder and more unreasonable, as James squinted his eyes and continued to shake his head in disgust.
"Kendall, do you even hear yourself? It's fucking sick man, fucking sick." James muttered, his eyes glowering at Kendall, as the other boy leveled off against James and returned the glower with a similar intensity.
"James! Could you really help me in the kitchen? You won't believe it but—" Carlos continued to sing from the kitchen, as pots and pans fell to the floor. James shook his head, and yelled back into the general direction of the kitchen.
"I'm busy right now Carlos!" James yelled back, before rolling his eyes and taking a deep breath. He then returned his glower back at Kendall, disgust filling his face.
"Does Carlos know?" Kendall whispered sinisterly, as James raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Does Carlos know that you're sleeping with Logan?" Kendall continued to whisper, as he grabbed James's wrist and clenched it in anger.
"Kendall, I swear to god, you did shrooms again, didn't you? You promised me you wouldn't—" James rolled his eyes in disgust, as he released himself of Kendall's incriminating grasp. Kendall glared at James before turning to yell into the general direction of the kitchen.
"Carlos! Did you know that your James is sleeping with my Logan?" Kendall yelled angrily, as James shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. There was another clatter in the kitchen, as Carlos replied back.
"Okay Kendall, that's nice! But can you really tell James to get in here? These blobs are attack—" Carlos's voice became muffled as James instantly began yelling back at Kendall in a fit of anger.
"What the hell dude, what is your problem?" James shoved Kendall before Kendall returned the shove. The two boys continued to go at it, for several minuted, until James was pushed to the couch.
As Kendall stood above James, growling, James panted and glared at Kendall with disgust in his eyes.
"Get out of my house. NOW!" James yelled, as Kendall released his hold on James, and flicked him off before walking out of the house, slamming the door.
James took a deep breath, as he continued to regain his breath. Suddenly, Carlos emerged from the kitchen with a cracked frying pan in his hand, his body covered in cookie dough, cornmeal, and Cuda spray, with a victorious face.
Kendall leaned against his car, as he glared at the Diamond—Garcia household. He growled, as he ran his hands through his hair, tears falling freely from his eyes. He had said so many despicable things in that house, out of anger and jealousy, and he wished he could go back and tell James he didn't mean it at all. But Kendall could already feel that he would have to talk to James after he worked things out with Logan.
Glancing at the time, Kendall sighed and prepared himself mentally as he started to drive. The Los Angeles Kings wanted to discuss with him a possible career and opportunities with them, and Kendall was not about to let this opportunity drive by him. He instantly got into his car, and began to accelerate toward the appointed recreation center.
As he raced down the highway, his thoughts similarly began to race frantically. He realized that perhaps James was right—perhaps Kendall did have an ulterior motive to the argument, and he really did want to express his love toward Logan in a way that he knew Logan would like. It was frustrating to continuously see Logan, and not do anything to him. He remembered one morning, where they both were awake around the same time. . .
Logan had just turned off the shower nozzle, and continued to let the water drops fall from his bare body. He gingerly stepped onto the carpet outside the tub, and grabbed a towel to cover his lower body. Logan took one look in the mirror to see his usually gelled hair patted down with water, and his body glistening in the light from the refreshing shower he had just taken. Logan then switched off the lights, being the environmentally caring fellow he was, and walked out of the bathroom. However, he hardly took one step before he was suddenly pushed into a wall, and found a half-naked Kendall Knight nuzzling his neck.
"K-Kendall!" Logan squirmed, as Kendall's bare chest began to rub warmly against Logan's wet body, as the other boy's boxers rubbed against Logan's towel. Logan squeaked when he could feel Kendall's erection against his body, and Kendall hummed as he felt Logan also getting hard.
"Come on Logan," Kendall whispered in a husky voice, "we can do it right now, against this wall. We're both wanting each other so bad, and you can't deny me," Kendall whispered, as he began to flick his tongue around Logan's earlobe, causing the already blushing boy to turn the darkest shade of red possible, as he continued to moan in pleasure as Kendall began to roughly rub his lower body against Logan's.
However, Logan, despite his panting, began to ask Kendall to stop.
"K-Kendall, n-n-not now! P-P-Please!" Logan panted, as Kendall, with a pout, withdrew his body from Logan's body, and watched the smaller boy run under his shoulder into his room and lock the door. Kendall smirked as he figured he had captured Logan's blissful face under his own control, and it was enough to keep Kendall sustained for that morning.
But Kendall would have Logan and show him how much he truly loved him . . .
Kendall blinked, as he heard a car honk at him. He needed to turn into the parking space, but he had yet to actually turn into the parking space. Kendall sighed as he turned his car into the parking space, and immediately turned off the ignition. He patted himself down, and walked out of his car, and into the recreation center. It was either now or never.
"And you scored against them? And won the game?" A man with a confident smirk breathed, as he eyed Kendall with a peculiar interest. Kendall grinned, and leaned back slightly to emphasize his confidence and nonchalant attitude toward his success. He was sitting at a table in the coffee shop of the recreation center, talking to a player of the Los Angeles Knights: Jett Stetson.
"Yessir!" Kendall quipped, as he took another sip of his coffee. He grinned at Jett, who nodded and smirked, before taking a sip of his own coffee. There was a moment of silence between the two, before Kendall cleared his throat.
"I have to admit though, Jett, your plays are flawless! It's like, you always know when to strike against the other team!" Kendall gushed, as Jett smiled and tilted his head as if he was modeling for a poster shot.
"I know," Jett shrugged, "I'm probably the best player on the team." He smiled at Kendall, who simply returned the smile. However, Kendall blinked several times as well, wondering how conceited the player in front of him was.
"Ah, so you mentioned on the email that there was a chance that I could be inducted into the team?" Kendall asked, as Jet frowned for a moment, seemingly from the attention being diverted from him and onto something actually practical. Kendall admitted that when he first saw Jett, he wondered where the coach was, but Jett assured him that the coach usually sent his own players to evaluate the new candidates before actually meeting them. It seemed legit enough for Kendall, as he and Jett began to recount their favorite hockey experiences with one another.
"Yeah, there is. We would love to see you play, and if you impress us, and once you pay the fees, you'll be in with us!" Jett smirked, as he took another swig of his coffee. Kendall smiled, until he heard the word pay, after which he began to blink.
"P-Pay? Pay what?" Kendall quickly spoke, as he glanced at Jett. Jett shrugged again, as if nothing in the world mattered to him. He then looked at Kendall and sighed.
"Listen, to be a hockey player, you need money for equipment, agents, etcetra, etcetra. Some of us may be naturally beautiful, but we still need agents to negotiate all the boring stuff," Jett smiled, as he glanced at Kendall. Kendall winced, as he thought for a moment. He had used all of his savings, and had nothing left. He glanced at Jett again, mustering a small smile.
"When would I have to submit this payment? And how much is it?" Kendall whispered, as Jett shrugged again, trying to think. He then turned to Kendall and smiled.
"If we like you, then within the next week. It's a small fee—around thirty grand." Jett took another swig of his coffee, sucking down the last few sips, while Kendall continued to hold his coffee with his bare hands, clenching it angrily.
"I—I need time to think," Kendall honestly replied, as Jett instantly put down his empty cup and peered at Kendall, his confident smirk reaching Kendall's eyes.
"Listen Kendall," Jett muttered, as he glanced to the left and right, "I think you have talent. But seriously? Time is like of the essence here. You need to decide soon whether you can do it or not, or if we need to look at other players." Jett offered, as Kendall looked down at his coffee cup and sighed.
With teary eyes, Kendall shook his head, and without saying another word, left the recreation area, with crushed dreams carrying heavily on his shoulders.
Logan sat with Camille in her car, as she drove into the driveway of his house. Logan smiled at her, unaware that a light had just sparked in the evening darkness from the interior of his house, and that a certain roommate was eying him from the inside of the house.
"Thanks Camille, for everything tonight," Logan whispered, as he glanced downward. Camille smiled, and placed her hand on Logan's shoulder in an earnest move.
"Of course Logan, anything for you. Thank you for your pep-talk!" Camille trilled, as she pulled Logan into a hug. They embraced for several moments, before releasing from the embrace. Camille smiled, as she kissed Logan slowly on the cheek, and wished him a great night. Logan smiled, and exited the car, noticing the light on in the house. He sighed, as he realized the time had come to apologize to Kendall.
Logan realized that perhaps he was being too stingy and unfair to Kendall, leading him on to believe that Logan truly loved him, but refusing to make love with him. It was just something Kendall did not understand about Logan—how much he had hurt him. Logan had discussed with Camille, and vaguely referenced him, and asked for her advice. She had advised him to be open with Kendall if he truly loved him, and gauge his reaction. With a smile on his face, Logan made his way toward the door of his house, and entered it, to see Kendall on the sofa, watching television.
Logan smiled, and waved, but was slightly unnerved by Kendall's frigid reaction.
Finally, it got to Logan, as he put away his vest, and watched that Kendall made no move to even breathe a word around Logan.
"Kendall? Is everything alright?" Logan asked meekly, hoping that Kendall was still not furious about their argument. Logan was also trembling slightly, nervous about revealing everything to Kendall.
"Alright?" Kendall suddenly asked, as he whipped his head backward and glared at Logan, "You're asking me if everything is alright?" Kendall instantly got up, and began to advance toward Logan, anger radiating from his body.
"Um, yes?" Logan tried to speak with as much confidence as he could, although he could not deny that Kendall's anger was intimidating him. Kendall seemed to still be furious with Logan, and Logan was afraid as to how he had to earn Kendall's forgiveness.
"You tell me Logan! If you invested your entire savings into someone who didn't love you enough, and who would go off and cheat on you with a female!" Kendall roared, as Logan blinked. It was happening all over again...just like it had happened with him...