Chapter 11

Blake and Logan went to the top of the slide where they had been a week before, laughing and telling stories. But this time, they talked about Blake's life back in Indiana. She told him about all of the people in the town she lived in, how they were all stuck up and treated everyone they didn't find 'worthy' like they were nothing. She told him that she had been depressed for about a year and had thought about killing herself multiple times. She told him about the guy who had helped her through it and how she slowly became happy again. Logan was watching her the entire time, wondering how someone like her could have ever considered ending her life. "And Camille would hate me if she knew that I like you. But I think she already does hate me." Blake said.

She looked at Logan. He looked her in the eyes before leaning in and kissing her. She was surprised at first, but she soon closed her eyes and relaxed. Logan's hand slowly moved up her back as they kissed. He slowly pulled away, "Don't worry about what Camille thinks." He leaned in and kissed her again.

"Logan, are you in here?" they heard Kendall yell from the kitchen.

Logan cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah."

"Well... where are you?"

He stood up. "Hey."

"Hi... Why are you up there and why do you have that look on your face?" Kendall asked him.

"Hangin' out. And what look?"

"Uh... Never mind. Have you talked to Blake today?"

"Uhm, yeah, actually..." Logan responded.

"Good. That was driving you crazy..." Logan blushed, "Anyway, I'm going out with Jo, so I probably won't be back until 8 or 9." Kendall said.

"All right. Well, I hope you have fun." Logan said.

"Thanks. And you have fun... 'hanging out' up on the slide." Kendall chuckled.

"Not a problem." He smiled. "See ya, Kendall."

Kendall waved as he walked out the door.

"Do people usually hang out alone at the top of slides?" Blake asked.

"Not usually. Sometimes we come up here to think though." Logan replied.

"Oh, I see." She leaned her back against the wall.

"Yep." Logan moved over and sat right next to her. He looked down at her hand on the ground and put his on top of it.

That night at around 10, Kendall and Logan were sitting on the couch in their living room watching TV. Blake had left at around 8 and Carlos and James had come home at 9 and gone right to bed.

"Kendall..." Logan said.

"Yeah?"

"I did something terrible today." Logan said.

Kendall muted the TV, "What did you do?"

"I... I, uhm..." he paused. "I cheated on Camille." He looked at his hands in his lap.

"You... oh. Well. With..?"

"Blake." Logan whispered.

"Okay. Tell me everything." Kendall said.

Logan told Kendall the story of earlier that day and how he had finally gotten her to talk to him. "We were in the elevator, just going up and down. And we talked. Camille was a real bitch to her and she was really upset, so I brought her here. We were sitting on top of the slide talking. She told me some crazy stuff, man..."

"What kind of stuff?" Kendall asked.

"Personal stuff. I don't know if she would want me to tell anyone." He looked up at Kendall.

"Okay, well... How do you feel about this whole situation?"

"I feel terrible. But I feel like it was... I don't know... Right. But it wasn't. And I know it wasn't." Logan explained.

"Yeah, I know what you're saying." Kendall said.

"But... I don't know what I should do. And you always seem to have the answers to this kind of stuff." Logan said, looking back down at his hands again.

Kendall was silent for a few seconds. "I think... I think you should tell Camille. And then decide if you want to fight to keep her or go for Blake. But I can't make decisions for you."

"I feel like... Like after today, how could I tell Blake that I was wrong?"

"Do you think that's what you should do?" Kendall asked.

"Of course it's what I should do. But I don't really know what I want right now. I mean, Camille has been with me from the start. And I just met Blake. But I see something in Blake that I don't see in Camille. I feel something with Blake that I've never felt with Camille." Logan said.

"I think that you should think about what you just said. Sleep on it. You'll figure it all out." Kendall said, trying to reassure him.

"Yeah. Thanks, Kendall." Logan looked up again.

"It's never a problem. Now go to sleep." Kendall said.

Logan got up and walked over to his bedroom door. "But what would you do?" he asked, facing the door.

Kendall didn't say anything for a while. "I think I would choose Blake. Like you said, there's something about her that's different. Now go. Good night, Logan."

"Night. Thanks," Logan said before opening his door and lying on his bed. He opened his phone and saw a text from Camille.

'I'm sorry. Can we talk about this? I love you.'