Hey! I'm so sorry for the LOOONNNGGG gap between updates. I've been swamped with school and everything and I couldn't return to this. Thanks to everyone who messaged me asking me to continue with the story! You were my motivation(: Anyways, we are finally getting to the climax! AHHHH! Tell me what you think :D


CHAPTER TWELVE

Josh smiled to himself, a mysterious grin which held back two things: anger and lust. Here he was watching sad little Logan and James mope around the parking lot. He knew they were thinking of Kendall in his 'hiding.' Please, as if hiding did any good whatsoever. Soon, however, he would get him. He would have Kendall and his little boy-toy Logan. But now he needed Kendall! But how to get him here?

Then it hit him. He grabbed out his phone, opening his emails. He typed one to a special address, smiling at his own cleverness. "Perfect," he whispered.


"Ow, James! That hurts!" Logan said annoyingly as James applied peroxide-dripped cotton balls to Logan's forehead. He wasn't going to lie, Logan looked bad. He had a rather large gash above his right eye, bruises of glorious shades all along his torso, and the entire left side of his chest panged from his no doubt broken rib.

"Hold still! I'm almost done, okay? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

Logan used to dream about being a doctor—now the thought scared him. He was terrified of hospitals. "…no," he huffed, pouting.

"Almost…just a little bit…and…done!" James announced, dropping the last of the blood-stained balls into an empty bag from the grocery store. Noticing the pout, he leaned in and pecked his lips ever so gently, making Logan immediately blush—half from the impulsiveness of it, half from the fact that they were in the school's parking lot against James' car. But despite all of those reasons, he still liked it.

"I don't understand why you have all of this stuff anyways. I mean, not that I'm not grateful for it."

"Carlos always got hurt growing up, so I decided to pack a first-aid kit just in case things got messy. Here, let's get you into the car."

They drove in silence all the way to Logan's house, the awkward stillness settling between them. Logan wanted Kendall to be the one to save him, didn't he? James was gorgeous, talented, and a great guy, but was he Logan's guy? Could he be?

James broke the barrier by grabbing Logan's hand and rubbing small circles on the back of it with his thumb. "What are you thinking about baby?"

"Just…things. I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed with everything right now. Plus I've got to come up with a good excuse to explain this," he said, motioning to his head.

"Maybe you could come spend the night with me?" The offer almost choked Logan, which was obvious because soon enough he was coughing and gagging. "No, no, nothing like that! I just meant…you know, if your parents would flip you could always stay with me. Just until the scar heals a little. Maybe two or three days?"

He couldn't contain his joy. Not only did James protect him, but he wanted him to stay with him. "I'll ask them right now."

Logan's parents, of course, said yes. Anything involving another teenager meant that Logan had friends, something they were thrilled about. They arrived at James's house soon, and it was a shock to Logan.

Even though James wore the best clothes, used the best hair products, and always spoiled everyone, his home was less than amazing. The building before them was one-story, bricked, but not extremely large. Some of the red bricks were chipped, a window cracked, the grass dead, everything wasn't what he expected.

"It isn't…well…"

"What?" Logan asked.

"I saw that look on your face. I know my place isn't the best and neither is my neighborhood. But…it's home."

"I like it, really. Even though you live in the ghetto," he teased back, causing James to smile.

"Let's go inside." The taller boy grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers, and led him around the house.

"We aren't going inside?"

"Nope. I have something I wanna show you!" James glowed with childish glee as he opened a gate to the back yard. The only thing sitting back there was an old metal shed, rusted with age. James let go of Logan and reached the door. He swung it open violently, causing a loud cracking sound to emit from the metal. In the shadow of the sunlight, Logan saw an old motorcycle.

"It's a Harley."

Logan stepped into the shed, running his fingers along the cold metal bars of the bike. "You ride?"

"I don't know whether I should answer that with a perverted comment or not," he teased. "But yes, I do ride bikes. My dad collects a lot of them. He gave me this one when I turned 13. It's my favorite."

"Wow…," his voice trailed off at the sheer beauty of it: James treasured possession. He could feel the love radiating off of it.

"Do you wanna ride?"

"Can we?"

James nodded, grabbing the helmets off of the handlebars and sliding them on their heads. He pushed the motorcycle out of the door. They moved it around until they were in the driveway, James hopped on first and Logan followed. He instinctively wrapped his arms around James's waist, sinking into his back.

James loved it, the feeling he got when he touched Logan. He melted into it before cranking up the bike. The engine roared loudly, a dangerous vibration resonating throughout the machine. Logan jumped.

"IT'S OKAY!" James hollered above the bike below them. "LET'S RIDE!"

Logan's not going to lie, it felt like a rush. The wind blew around in all directions and they twisted about the town. The muscular body in front of him only multiplied the feelings he had. He was woken from his dream once he felt a splash of wetness against his face.

They stopped the bike in front of the school, both now covered in the drenching rain. They jumped off and pushed the bike under the bleachers of the football field, both laughing above the rain.

"That was amazing!" Logan said, running his fingers through his soaked hair.

"Yeah it was…looks like we're stranded here."

"Wait a second, I've got a key to the doors! We can go inside and dry off," he yelled, running in the direction of the doors. James chased after him, joy filling his being. God, he's so amazing.


Kendall checked the time; it was 6:34. They had a video chat date scheduled at 6. Where was he?

He logged onto his computer and noticed a small sign in the corner of the screen, saying he had mail. He clicked it open and read the message.

Dear Kendall,

So you think you can run away from me? Oh, how rich. Now you'll see just how badly I want you. I hope you didn't leave anything behind when you left.

(;

"I didn't leave anything behind," Kendall said,"except…Logan!"