Author's Note: Alright, here's the next chapter! The next chapter will probably not be up till closer to the weekend as I have a huge project that I've yet to start and two final exams to take. Hopefully I can finish the project today, if that's the case I'll start work on Big Time Terror. I also just saw the preview for Big Time Video (which airs on Saturday I believe) and have realized that I may need to change my plan a bit u.u But rest assured, this is Kogan. When this season ends...no matter what happens, I will fix it. I don't know If I'll continue this story into season two, but after the finale of season one, this story will have an ending that can either be picked up again or left alone. I'm just not sure how I'll feel considering what I've heard about season two's first episode. Anyway I hope you enjoy the chapter and please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own BTR.
The next mtied Logan then moved to me as Logan pulled the rope tying us together . the chaos, the kids had managed to tie Logaorning was awkward. When I woke up, Logan was gone. I found him in the kitchen with everyone else, and his eyes never found me which, of course, everyone noticed. James gave me a concerned head tilt, Katie raised her eyebrows at me, Mom did her best to start up a conversation with Logan and Carlos, well, Carlos just looked like he was going to kill me.
I silently moved to the kitchen, noticing how my mom hadn't set up a plate of food for me. My heart raced at the idea of Logan telling her what happened and suddenly being disowned. I bit down my worry, and grabbed a toaster strudel ignoring the much less appetizing pop tarts. Those were for Katie because she is still a child and has no sense of taste when it comes to breakfast food. I put the frozen treat in the toaster and squeezed the icing packet between my fingers as I waited.
"What'd you do," James whispered behind me. I turned to look at him; his face was full of concern with a side of anger. He would protect Logan from anything, because Logan was his best friend, just like I was and Carlos too. We all loved Logan and we all wanted to keep him safe, even if I was the one putting him in danger of getting hurt.
"Last night," I began, looking around to make sure the others were occupied. "I tried to kiss him, sort of."
"How do you sort of try and kiss someone?"
I sighed and ran my hand through my hair in frustration. "I was putting him in his bed and our eyes kind of locked and I didn't realize I was leaning in until he mentioned it." I felt like an idiot and the look James was giving me, a cross between amusement and pity, was not helping me.
"I didn't realize how lost you are to this," he whispered, hands waving between me and the general direction of the dining room. "It reminds me of myself."
I raised my eyebrow a slow smirk growing on my face. "You mean you and Carli-," I asked louder than before.
He widened his eyes and covered my mouth with his hand. "Shut up," he growled, using the deep voice he saved for his mirror talks.
I chuckled and batted his hand away. "Alright, alright," I smiled. James was always good at easing my emotions enough to clear my head. "I just," I whispered again, hating that this conversation was making me feel like a girl. "Logan last night, he asked me to carry him."
James shrugged and looked at me like saying that was no big deal.
"And there was a show on Fox, some excited bride ranting about being carried over the threshold and how awesome that would be," I continued. "And he turned bright red. So, he compared me carrying him to our room to a groom carrying his wife over the threshold into their honeymoon suite."
James lifted his chin as he realized it sounded fishy too. "That is weird…if he had no interest he wouldn't have compared them."
"Exactly," I said, still whispering. "So, I guess my body just took over when our eyes met."
"Because you have no control when it comes to Logan Mitchell," James smirked.
I rolled my eyes but smiled and nodded. "Right," I agreed. It was the truth and it'd be stupid to deny it now. "Is Carlos going to kill me?"
James chuckled and shook his head. "He thinks you physically hurt Logan because he's still sore from the carwash, but we aren't so Carlos is assuming you were too rough on him while you guys were rough housing or something."
I laughed and mumbled, "I wish," earning a laugh from James.
My breakfast dinged and I eagerly grabbed it from the toaster, placing it on the plate and decorating it with the icing. As a kid I used to just eat the icing from the packet while I waited for the food to cook…and since I was a kid I didn't understand why there wasn't more icing. Eventually my mom got wise and bought a jar of icing just for these instances.
James watched me for a minute before pushing me gently to the side so he could get water from the fridge. "You and your icing, Carlos and his love of food, Logan and his sweets…I swear I'm the only one that's going to keep his figure."
I chuckled and continued carefully trying to layer each bite with the small amount of icing in the packet. Apparently once you turned sixteen you were no longer allowed to have extra icing, mom made that rule after Katie stumbled into it and bounced off the walls for hours.
"Hey," Carlos growled, crossing his arms over his chest. "What did you think you were doing?"
"Putting icing on my food?"
"Carlos he didn't hurt Logan. They just had a…misunderstanding. No need to worry," James smiled at him, moving to him and wrapping his arm around his shoulder. I watched the shorter boy smile, his frame visibly relaxing.
"Well," he said, turning his gaze back to me and off James. "Apologize."
I smiled and nodded, tossing the empty packet into the trash. "Sure thing."
They both smiled at me before disappearing to their room. Gustavo had told us to come in early today, so I'm sure they went to get dressed and did not end up making out. I smirked at the thought, happy for my friends if they were together, and moved to the table.
As I put my plate down, Logan shot up grabbing his own plate and ran off to fthe kitchen. I heard the plate clink in the sink and then felt a gust of wind as he ran to our room to get dressed. This was going to be a very awkward day, but I refused to act any differently. So, grinning, I began eating the most heavenly breakfast you can get out of the freezer.
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Did I use the idea of trying to steal Logan's camera as an excuse to hug him? Yes. Did I purposely sit closer to him on the couch so that our knees would touch as we were told about the Deke cut out? Yes. Did I get insanely jealous when he went to Carlos for comfort while recounting how he had accidently killed his father's pet fish when he was seven? Yes. Did I enjoy watching Logan show off his bicep? Yes. Did it make me want to rip off his shirt in front of the guru, the suits, and the guys to see what the rest of him looked like? Yes. Did any of this day get any less awkward for Logan? I doubt it.
We were currently following Deke through the ducts. And I was using every possible opportunity to put my hand on Logan's shoulder or back, you know, being normal. He tensed at all my touches, but at the same time, he'd press into them.
I jumped at the sound of Deke falling down one of the ducts. "So, ah, what're we looking at here," I asked, smiling and looking to Logan for an answer.
"False imprisonment, voluntary man hunting," he said, taking a deep breath his voice getting higher. "I would say at least a hundred hours of community service." He looked to me and I grimaced looking at the duct.
"Ouch," James and I said in unison. Suddenly there was banging in the duct.
We watched the noise travel up. "Is he going back up," Carlos asked shocked, pointing at the noise. We all gasped at the sound of him falling again. "Which way did he slide!"
My hand went to Logan's arm, clinging to him slightly in worry. "I don't know," I cried in worry and moved with the others to follow the noises.
"We can't lose him! He thinks we're big time phonies," James yelled, following close behind us.
"He went that way," I yelled, taking off running to the computer room. I could hear the others following me.
As soon as we got in the room I waited until I heard Deke discover the room and remove the vent. I quickly moved the table holding the computers and Carlos grabbed the recycling bin, aiming it so Deke would fall right in.
"Now I land in the chair," Deke began, the grin obvious in his voice. "Plug in and bye bye big time phonies!" With that, he jumped down, landing right into the recycling bin. All of us closed the lid and leaned on it, whistling as Deke yelled for freedom.
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After reading Deke's blog about us, I had to say I felt pretty good. The fact that Logan caressed my stomach when we were celebrating, successfully tickling me and making me bend over laughing just to come up again and cheer while he laughed at me, made me feel great. He was back to his old self, touching me inappropriately and all. I had to admit I was ecstatic, and I had a plan.
We were lounging on the couch watching a movie Katie picked out with a bowl of popcorn. James and Carlos went to celebrate by going on a date. At least that's what I called it. Logan jumped as the killer on the television popped up behind the main character. He clung to me and hid his face in my chest. I smirked and mentally thanked Katie for choosing "Halloween."
"Shhh," I cooed softly, petting his hair and holding him close. "It's just a movie Logie." He shivered against me, keeping his face hidden. "Do you want to go to the room?"
He nodded against me and I smiled, standing up with him and keeping his face hidden from seeing the television. I heard Katie snigger as we left and I smirked at her happily.
As soon as we got into the room I closed the door and held him close. "I wouldn't let anyone hurt you Logan. You know that," I whispered, kissing his hair lightly and feeling him relax against me.
"I know," was his muffled reply. His arms tightened around me and I closed my eyes, leaning so that my head was in his neck. I felt him shiver, but his hold on me just tightened more.
Silently I lifted my head again, earning his gaze on me as he followed my movement. Green met brown for the umpteenth time and without stopping to think about it, I leaned in pressing my lips to his.
He tensed under the touch, his entire body going rigid at the contact. I could feel my heart drop and I moved to pull back when his hands moved to my face, keeping me in place and returned the kiss. To say it felt like a rocket taking off would be cheesy and girlie, but that's exactly what I felt. As soon as I felt the return I kissed him more passionately, our lips moving against each others like they'd done it a million times. It felt natural. It felt good.
I smiled into the kiss, feeling him tense slightly at the motion, but he held me in place and kept going. My hands went to his hips, pulling him against me. My smile fell slightly as the kiss turned more heated. All I could think was that I finally got my Logan.
I pulled away from the kiss softly, smiling at him gently before moving to kiss his cheek and trail down to his neck. I felt him gasp as I pulled him closer, kissing his neck gently. He whispered my name and I couldn't help the grin that came to my lips. I moved back up to his lips, capturing them again.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Hey guys, we're back and we brought food," Carlos yelled through the door.
"Carlos," James hissed behind him. "I told you not to knock yet!"
I chuckled softly and pulled away from Logan, inspecting his reaction. He was red and his eyes were halved but somehow still wide. It was a look only Logan could do. I wanted to find out what other faces he could make, but that would be a different time.
"Logie," I whispered softly, reaching my hand up to pet his cheek. "Are you hungry?"
He opened his mouth to reply but his stomach answered for him. His blush got brighter and his eyes widened in embarrassment.
I grinned and kissed his forehead softly. "Come on," I whispered, grabbing his hand gently and leading him out the door.
James looked from me to Logan's blushing face to our hands to me again, his face breaking out into a huge knowing grin. "Worked up an appetite," he smirked.
I laughed and nodded, feeling Logan hide his face in my back. "What'd you bring?"
Carlos grinned, his confusion melting away before running to the table. "McGangbangs!"
That, got my attention. I walked out, leading a bright red curious Logan into the dining room. "A McWhat?"
"Carlos found online this new sandwich from McDonald's. It's called a McGangbang, basically it's a McChicken inside of a Double Cheeseburger. So, it's artery clogging death," James muttered following us and crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Carlos put three of the sandwiches on plates. "I refused trying one and I told him Katie would not be eating one either."
"What?" Katie came from the living room crossing her arms. "What if I wanted to try one?"
"You're too young to die of high cholesterol, and your mom backed me up on my decision. You got a happy meal though."
Katie pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. "I am not a child."
"The toy is from that last air bender movie you wanted to see," James sang.
Katie's eyes widened and quickly returned to a scowl. "Whatever you're lucky I happen to like kids meals." She hurried to her seat and began digging through the box to find her toy. I loved when she acted her age.
I smiled at Logan, seeing him smile back at me. "Alright," I grinned turning back to Carlos. "Let's try this."
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I felt sick. That was not the best idea we had had, and the first clue should've been that it involved Carlos and food. James was laughing at us. Carlos was fine, his stomach was a tank. I finished the entire thing, Logan only finished half before he tapped out. I was fine at first. The chicken and beef in my stomach were living happily, until the fries descended.
"I told you having that much grease in one sitting was not good for you," Logan chastised at my side. I groaned and turned into him. We were on the couch and I was curled up into his side. He held me softly as he rubbed my back. "Next time you'll listen won't you?"
I nodded and closed my eyes. I wanted to rip my stomach out.
"I told you guys not to eat it," James sang from his position on the couch in between Carlos and Logan.
"It was good," Carlos grinned. "I bet once you get used to it you'll love it!"
"He's not eating that again," Logan cut in, petting my back.
"Is his boyfriend gonna stop him," James teased.
I felt Logan tense against me and suddenly I was sprawled out on the couch. I blinked and looked up at Logan who was standing and all but running to the room, slamming the door behind him. I sat up and glared at James. "What the hell," I growled.
"Dude," James said, holding up his hands. "I was just kidding I thought he'd be ok with it."
Carlos stared at the door confused and I got up, moving to the room. I could hear Carlos question James but there were more important things to worry about.
I knocked on the door. "Logan," I called. I waited but there was no reply. Jiggling the door handle I called again. "Logan come on, please open the door?"
The door opened slowly and as I walked in I saw Logan sitting on his bed, his hands in his lap.
I moved in, closing the door behind me and sat on the bed next to him. "What happened," I whispered, reaching out to pet his hair.
He leaned away from my touch and I dropped my hand back down to my lap. "I don't want this," he whispered. "I want to grow up and get married and have you there as my best man not my…whatever you'd be. My parents want grandkids, I want kids eventually."
I clenched my jaw at his words and whispered, "just because we date it doesn't mean you have to worry about any of that stuff now." I was clinging to him with my words. I didn't want this to end. I could give Logan everything he wanted. I could give him kids. I mean, if we adopted those kids would be ours. We would have kids. I could change his mind about not wanting to be with me for the rest of our lives. I'd be loyal to him; I'd make sure he was happy at all times. I'd take care of him. He can't just write me off without even giving me a chance.
"I just don't know right now Kendall…and I don't want to hurt you anymore than I may or may not have. Our friendship is just-,"
"I swear no matter what happens nothing will change that you're one of my best friends," I interrupted, feeling myself getting desperate. I hated acting this way, but I could feel him slipping through my fingers. I barely had him for two hours and he was already trying to leave me again.
"I don't know," he whispered. "I just-,"
"Boys," mom called from the other side of the door. "Go to bed ok? Gustavo wanted you there at 9 tomorrow since you don't have class."
I silently listened to her footsteps vanish to the living room to tell the others the same thing. Turning my head I looked at Logan. He still wouldn't meet my gaze. "Let's just go to bed," he whispered, standing and moving to change.
I stayed on his bed for a moment longer, feeling numb and moved to my bed, kicking my shoes off and getting under the covers. My eyes stung and I suddenly wished I had insisted on sharing a room with James.
