I know I haven't updated in a million years. *dodges miscellaneous object* and I feel really bad about that but I've just been really busy these days and I was elected a committee member of our band and that just gives me even less writing time. I think I've gotten really horrible at writing though. I wrote a lot of rubbish for this chapter before I decided on this.
I hope that I can make it up to you guys with this chapter (which I think is a failure.)
By the way, does anyone here listen to McFly? Just curious
Anyway
ENJOY!
Logan sighed in relief when a he heard the sound of a car pulling into the garage. He and Ryder were sitting on the couch watching news waiting for dinner to be ready, and Megan was somewhere or another talking to Jo on her mobile.
"What's the deal with Jo, dude? She's not really your type. And now Megan's palling up with her?" Logan asked, trying not to sound accusatory.
"Dude, you're dating possibly the gayest boy on the planet. I mean he wears pink in his hair! You can't talk."
"Today he had blue in his hair thank you very much, and I can so talk. He's the first person I've ever dated. I don't have a type yet. You on the other hand, are very particular in the way that you've never dated a girl like Jo." He heard Ryder mumble something while averting his eyes. "I'm sorry, what?"
"We're not dating. I can't get her to actually go out with me."
"She rejected you? That tiny little blonde rejected you?" he asked, laughing his head off.
"What's so funny?" He heard a voice say behind him. He and Ryder spun around to see their parents standing just inside of the doorway.
"Ryder got rejected by this girl at school. No big." He said, standing.
"Mom!" Megan yelled, before bowling into their mother. Logan saw the two of them and he was once again bewildered by the likeness. The same height, the same shape, the same hair, same skin, if it wasn't for Joanna's wrinkles and hard eyes, they could have been sisters.
"Hello Megan," his mother said, patting her on the back with a forced smile on her face. Their father went up to the boys, hugged them in turn, and smiled warmly. His father had always been better at the whole parent thing than his mother, only problem was Joanna wore the pants in that relationship.
"Come on kids, let's have some dinner." David said, leading the way into the dining room. Logan sat down opposite Megan and next to Ryder, in front of a meal that looked way too fancy to eat. He didn't understand why their chef couldn't just cook them normal food like she did when his parents weren't here.
"Let's eat," Joanna said before expertly picking apart the small portion of food. Logan looked at it for a minute, wishing he didn't have to eat, but began anyway. He decided to just hack it up and eat it like a normal human. He used something that resembled a steak knife to chop it up, watching the younger Mitchells follow his lead. Megan looked at Logan in panic when she realised the majority of the food was meat, which she had refused to eat for the past 10 months. Which his parents should know. He took the side salad of his in his hand and passed it to her under the table, and indicated at Ryder to do the same. She smiled at them and snuck the salads onto her plate.
"So kids, how's the new school?" David asked.
"It's good. The classes are actually pretty good for a public school," Logan said, knowing it was what his parents wanted to hear.
"So, are you making any friends?"
"Yeah. Me and Megan befriended two kids from our year, and Logan's been hanging with some of the most popular people in the school. Ow! Logan kicked me." Ryder complained. Megan pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I repeat, you really are an idiot, Ryder." Megan said, obviously exasperated.
"So you've made some friends Logan?" Joanna asked, actually sounding interested in his life. He knew his parents had always been a little worried at his friendless status, even if it had never bothered him.
"Yeah, these three people everyone calls the trio, Kendall, Dak and Camille. They're cool. I've been sitting with them in class and at lunch," he said, trying to get the entire explanation out in one breath so they wouldn't talk about it anymore.
"Odd names. Are they from around here?" David asked.
"As far as I'm aware," Logan said, desperately hoping for a change of topic.
"Dad, how's work going?" Megan asked. Logan mouthed thank you at her which she just waved away.
Once their parents had launched into talk about stock markets and inventory Logan and Ryder zoned out, eating quickly so they could be excused. Logan couldn't believe he had gone to such an effort to get his parents here, but when he saw Megan's face light up because their mother asked her a question he felt it was worth it, even if he was in hell. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket a few times, sometimes short buzzes for texts and a few prolonged ones for calls. He had one guess to who it was.
When their parents excused them, Logan and Ryder sped off, and Megan stayed to talk a little longer. Why she would want to Logan couldn't comprehend. In his room he checked his phone which said 3 missed calls and 4 new texts, all from Kendall. He read the texts.
Kendall:Hey, the dinner over yet?
Kendall:Were they completely horrible?
Kendall:Was Megan happy?
Kendall:Are you ignoring me?
He smiled and replied to them all in one fell swoop.
Kendall had been texting Logan once every ten minutes for a while, calling too. He wanted to know how the dinner was going (had gone?), to know how he was coping with the parents whom he condemned so greatly. At school he had seen him crying over it, looking so angry and so fragile. He had held him to his body, whispered soothing words, and comforted him until he found himself getting too involved and walked away.
He was starting to care far too much for the boy who he didn't even know that well. But no matter how much he told himself that his heart still leapt when he finally got a text back.
Logan:Yes, yes, yes, and no.
Kendall:That good huh?
Logan:They asked us if we were making any friends and Ryder let it slip I was hanging with the trio. It was amazing.
Kendall:Poor baby. Do you want to come over now? I'm sure I can figure out a way to make it feel better ;)
Logan:I wish. Not the feel better thing, but I would like to go over.
Kendall:Then come. I'll open some tequila and you can drown your sorrows.
Logan:I don't drink. And my parents would never let me out.
Kendall:I've decided I don't like your parents much either.
And he really didn't. Not just because they were the reason Logan wasn't coming over, but also because they had made him so upset at school. And in general.
Logan:You could come here?
Kendall:With your parents in the house? We wouldn't be able to do anything.
Logan:Wait a minute.
Kendall:Logan?
He put his phone down and went to get a drink. Once he had a glass of vodka tonic he went to where he put down his phone, and saw that Logan had replied.
Logan:I'll be there in 20. My dad folded.
Kendall smiled to himself, before running to the bedroom. He hadn't been expecting anyone to come over, so after his shower he hadn't gotten redressed. He had his long hair down and was wearing nothing but a pair of purple silk pajama pants. He knew he couldn't get up to his own standards in the time Logan had given him, so he settled for just putting some clothes on. He slipped on some bright purple skinny jeans and a green t-shirt. He decided that being a little less demure wasn't really his style. So he livened it up a bit. He stayed barefoot and just added a thin ring of eyeliner.
He heard a soft knock on the door and tried to stop himself running to the door. It didn't work, for he sprinted to the entrance and ended up winded by the time he was ready to open the door. He gently turned the doorknob and pushed the door gently. He saw Logan standing in a button down black shirt and slacks; he probably didn't change after his dinner.
He stepped closer to Logan, wrapped his arms around his back and pulled him into a kiss. He felt the familiar fire spread through his body as soon as their lips connected and he ran his hands down to be cupping Logan's ass. He heard Logan moan and as he walked backwards so they were inside he saw Logan kick the door closed behind him. He pushed the boy up against the closed door, squeezing his ass hard, those little moans and groans making him completely hard.
He felt Logan kick his legs up around his waist and he could feel Logan's erection press up his.
As Logan ground his hips into Kendall's he growled. He walked away from the door, but Logan didn't get down and their lips didn't disconnect. He wondered if Logan had changed his mind.
"Bedroom," He whispered into the boy's ear and felt him stiffen. And not in the good way.
"Kendall," He heard the boy half gasp half whine. He let him down as the legs around his waist unwrapped. "I wasn't going to say stop. I don't mind going into bedroom territory, just as long as we don't go all the way."
"Really? How far are you willing to go then?" He asked, his curiosity completely peaked. He watched as Logan's cheeks lit up in a bright blush and bit his lip. He took a step towards him.
"Well I won't know until I try now will I?" Logan said almost flirtatiously. Before Kendall could respond Logan's phone began to ring, and Kendall was very surprised that his ringtone was Strut by Adam Lambert. "So what, I like Adam Lambert. Sue me." He answered the phone.
"Hello? Oh hi mom. No I'm at a friend's house. I told dad about it. He said it was fine. Yes. Kendall. Brooklyn. Hey, you send me to school in Brooklyn, I befriend people in Brooklyn. That's how it works." He could see Logan was getting very pissed very fast. It was worrying. Logan was so cute, so nice, so shy, it was unnerving to see him like this.
"Logan baby, relax," He said, wrapping his arms around Logan's shoulders. "Don't get angry. That never does anyone any good." He briefly contemplated giving him a massage, but that wouldn't end well if Logan started to moan.
"Mom, I'm done talking about this. I'll be home before curfew." Logan pulled the phone away from his ear. "Yeah, love you too mom." Logan said, lacing his words with sadness and sarcasm.
"You okay sweetie?" he asked, putting his chin on top of Logan's head.
"Yeah. You know sometimes I like it better when they ignore us. Then at least they don't pretend to give a shit."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No… Sort of…. Yes…. For the love of god yes," Logan said turning to bury his face in Kendall's chest. "But you don't want to hear it, trust me."
"Well I won't know until I try now will I?" Kendall said, mimicking Logan's words from before. He kissed the top of Logan's head through his hair. He heard Logan chuckle softly into his chest and the sound was muffled. "So why don't we try?"
Logan wanted to tell him, he wanted to stay in Kendall arms for the rest of forever, he wanted to never leave. And since only one was possible he decided to go for it. He felt Kendall pull him to the couch, where he ended up leaning into Kendall with his head resting on the taller boy's shoulder. Kendall had a hand on the small of his back, and was rubbing it up and down soothingly.
"I don't really get what I'm supposed to say," He said, "I don't usually do this sharing thing."
"Neither do I. We'll learn together, okay babe? Why don't you start with the dinner?" And he did. He started rather reluctantly, his explanations stunted and hesitant.
"I can't do this. I sound like a wimp. I should just live with it like I have been. That's been going fine."
"No it hasn't babe. I saw you before on the phone. You're not like that, you're the sweetest person ever, but when you talked to her you got so angry. I don't like seeing you like that. And if you keep bottling up nothing is going to get any better." Kendall said, his tone always soothing, never accusatory, no matter how harsh the words.
He decided to keep talking, and it came out a little easier now, everything just flowing out, even if they were topics he had never talked about with anyone, let alone someone he had only known a few days. But everything was so easy, so perfect with Kendall. He talked for what could have been minutes could've been hours, but when he finished all the venting he could feel his eyelids getting painfully heavy. He yawned and closed his eyes, snuggling closer into Kendall, sleep taking over. He didn't try to stop it, just let it take him.
Kendall was saddened with everything Logan had told him. Every part about his parents, their ignorance, their cruelty, the way they hurt him and siblings without knowing it. Every bit about his siblings, how he was the one who went to Ryder and Isabelle's middle school graduation and cheered when they were on stage, how he hugged Isabelle every night when his parents didn't come home after promising, how he picked Ryder up at the police station when he got into fights. Every single thing about himself, how he got so tired of picking up his parents slack, how he wished he could rely on his parents like a normal teenager, about how he hated his life on most days.
Kendall wished he could fix it. He wished he could slap some sense into the Mitchell parents; tell them how much they were hurting their son. He watched at the boy fell asleep in his arms. He didn't have the heart to wake him. Logan looked so cute, so young, eyes closed, every bit of worry and sadness gone from his face. He ran a hand through his scruffy hair and although he would never chose the look for himself, he had to admit, it did look quite adorable on Logan.
As he held Logan in his arms, rubbing circles on his back, staring down at his sleeping form endearingly he realised something. He was falling in love. The thought scared him more than anything. He hadn't even known Logan that long and he cared more about him than he ever had about anyone. He loved his friends, but that was different. He had loved his foster family, but that was different. He had never been inlove. Never had anyone he could tell I love youand never had wanted to.
He looked up at the clock, it was nearly 10. He didn't know what time Logan's curfew was, but it was most likely soon. He shook the boy lightly, resulting in a head shake with screwed up eyes and closer snuggling.
"Baby, you've got to go soon. Curfew remember?" He asked attempting to get the boy to stop clinging to his side.
"I'm sleepy. I want to stay here." Logan answered, yawning as if to prove his point.
"I want you to stay here too but I don't think your parents will like that very much."
"Have you not been listening? I'm not the biggest fan of my parents."
"I was listening, and I am very aware of that fact, but they have the power to ground you, and then I'd never get to see you outside of school. So you're leaving." He said, finally prying Logan off him. "I can drive you if you want."
"No, I can drive myself," Logan said standing and pouting.
"Well I'll at least walk you to your car." Kendall said, searching for some shoes.
Soon they were down at the street, in front of Logan's old boat of a car, bodies pressed close together. Kendall was kissing Logan very lightly, trying to ignore the blood rushing south. He was letting Logan leave right? He separated their lips, and could see Logan looking up at him lovingly. Yeah right. I may be insane enough to fall in love after less than a week, but he's not.
"Kendall, I've been wondering," Logan trailed off, leaving Kendall wondering as well.
"What sweetie?" He asked rubbing circles on his back, now knowing it was a sure fire way to get Logan to relax.
"Well, what is this? Like are we boyfriends or something?" Oh fuck. I knew that was coming eventually.
"I don't know Logan," He said, realising his voice sounded a little reluctant.
"No! I mean, if you don't want to be, then we aren't, I was just asking, because I know you've got more experience with this sort of thing and," Kendall cut him off with another kiss.
"I literally meant I didn't know, baby. Not that I didn't want us to be. I don't actually have much experience with this,making out, sex, that I know how to do, but this, well, I have about as much experience as you do."
"So are we? Boyfriends?"
"Very much so. If you want to be, then we are." He said, changing Logan's words to be sweet and endearing. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay. Goodbye." Logan said as he climbed into his car. Well shit. He walked back inside and let his head fall against the wall. There was no way he was going to be able to stop falling now, not if they were official. And now he was officially royally screwed. No pun intended.
Meh. After reading this over it seemed as though Logan had a lot of issues but whatever, it'll all work out in the end. Hopefully.
Well I hope you enjoyed this load of poo.
Please review anyway! It would be greatly appreciated.
Best Regards,
Lacey
