OK so I haven't updated in FOREVER, but my uncle is in the hospital, my mom hogs my laptop to do crap, and there's a Russian woman at my house who is staying with us for a week. Don't ask.
I know for a fact that when I read someone else's story I get a bit upset when they dont update but trying to update quickly really stresses me out but I try my best for you guys. I will also try to update my other stories soon because I am on Easter vacation for two weeks. I'll try my best and see what I can do.
I also used up a bit of my writing time reading other fanfics. Oh btw I dont know if I told you guys but I'm working on something new...let's just say in this one Kendall loves video games.
I uploaded this last night and I got a few messages which said the chapter didn't work. I don't know why. So here it is again.
ENJOY!
Logan got a lecture when he got home, regardless of the fact that he arrived 10 minutes prior to curfew. He stood in the hall in front of his bedroom with his hands wringing nervously behind his back while his ever charming mother berated him with comments about how inappropriate to go out at that hour on a school night, and how worried she was, and how Brooklyn was no place for a young man and… that was when he zoned out.
He was on too much of a high to care about his mother's opinions at the moment. When it looked like she was wrapping up he began nodding and disappeared into his bedroom. He fell onto his bed face first, engulfing himself in the scent of fabric softener. He couldn't believe what had happened tonight, but he wouldn't change it for the world. He had poured his heart out to Kendall, and although that did make him feel vulnerable, it also felt utterly amazing.
He couldn't believe that they were official. It scared him and excited him and about another 50 things all at the same time. Number one on his list was surprise that Kendall was happy being official. He lo-liked Kendall, but he would be the first to admit that the boy was not a serious person, and as he had heard, a very one nightstand sort of guy. But he didn't care. He didn't care what Kendall had done in the past, just that they were together now.
The thought of them together brought a sudden panic to his mind, what if Kendall wanted him to come out? His pulse quickened in worry at the thought. He wanted to make Kendall happy, and on some level he knew he needed to come out no matter how much he wanted to put it off, but he just couldn't do that yet. He remembered back his old college, how much the gay kids would get tormented, how many times he had seen the effeminate boys be shoved into lockers and jeered at. You idiot, that's not going to happen. Kendall and Dak and Camille are all outwardly bi and they are three of the most popular kids in the school.Well, maybe they were more a little more accepting in Brooklyn, but no matter what, no place was without bastards and homophobes.
He felt guilty. He cared so much about Kendall, and the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint him, if that was indeed what he wanted. He sat up and let his head fall back onto the headboard. He was an idiot and a coward and for some reason Kendall didn't judge him or hate him or push him away, but that wouldn't last forever. It couldn't. Yes his boyfriend (it felt good to have that thought cleared up) was supportive, and said he was willing to wait, but for how long? He was making Kendall wait for sex, which was ludicrous, he was 18, he shouldn't be nervous about giving away his virginity and he was keeping Kendall waiting for him to come out, which was also ludicrous.
He pulled his phone out, and briefly contemplated calling Kendall and asking. Which was not a smart idea, he knew enough to know that. He didn't really have anyone else to call. He should probably talk to his sister, and even though he knew she would probably still be awake, he couldn't go get her, not without alerting his brother. And he did not want to talk to Ryder about this, not now.
He got up in a huff and got undressed, kicking off the uncomfortably tailored clothes and slipping on sweat pants and a t-shirt. He saw a light under his duvet, the familiar sign of a text and he scurried onto his bed. He slipped under the covers, pressing a button on the wall to turn off the lights. He glanced at the phone and nearly laughed out loud at what he saw.
Kendall: What are you wearing?
Logan: Are you seriously attempting sexting?
Kendall: Yes. Now answer me.
Logan: Sweats and a t-shirt. You?
Kendall: My heart leaps. And what makes you think I wear anything to bed?
Logan: I can feel my innocence dying as you talk to me. Should I be worried?
Kendall: Innocence is overrated. I must prefer a perverted mind. It makes all of my little dreams about you so much better.
He felt a blush creeping up his neck, and not because of embarrassment that he was being flirted with, but because he could guess all too vividly what those dreams were about. He had had a few himself. Okay, so maybe it was embarrassment.
Kendall: You're blushing aren't you?
Logan: Maybe.
Kendall: One day I'm going to say something and you are going to go so red your head explodes. I'm sure of it.
Logan: I don't think that's possible, Kenny.
Kendall: But it would be terrible wouldn't it? I like your head. That's where those gorgeous eyes are, and that amazing mouth that makes all my blood rush to a certain place in my body.
Logan: Great, now we're back to sexting.
Kendall: Hey, I'm bored. See, my amazingly hot boyfriend went home and left me hanging.
Logan: As I recall, I wanted to stay, and you practically forced me out.
Kendall: I wanted you here, I really did, but I didn't fancy being hunted down by your little brother. K?
Logan: He's not that bad. He's just a little protective.
Kendall: A little? I'm seriously afraid for my genitals. Btw I've been wondering...who is your celebrity crush?
Logan: Why do you want to know?
Kendall: Just tell me and I'll tell you mine.
Logan: Well my celebrity crush is Niall Horan.
Kendall: Who the fuck is that?
Logan: You know...the Irish guy from One Direction?
Kendall: Yea I know who he he is. I knew you had a thing for blonds? hehe =D
Logan felt his face heating up in embarrassment. So what? Maybe he did have a thing for blonds.
Logan: I should go. I actually need to sleep tonight.
Kendall: Good night beautiful.
Kendall stood in front of his locker and placed it shut as quietly as possible.
"Are you seriously hung over on a Wednesday, Kendall?" Camille asked, digging in her bag for something.
"There was something I needed to forget last night." He answered, rubbing his temples.
"Did you and the pretty boy have a fight baby?" Dak asked, running a hand up Kendall's arm.
"No. The exact opposite actually." Camille held up a flask and a film canister.
"Whiskey or aspirin?" She asked. Kendall reached enthusiastically for both. He popped two pills in his mouth and skulled it with the burning alcohol.
"Last time I checked, that wasn't a smart thing to do." Dak stated, smirking. "So what'd pretty boy do that made you drown your sorrows?" Oh not much.
"Dak, you shouldn't pry into Maggie's personal life."
"Thank you Camille," He said, feeling relief wash over him. Before he remembered that Camille was generally an insensitive bitch whose goal in life was to know absolutely everything that everyone in the school ever did.
"If we want to find anything out we should ask Logie. He'd probably panic and tell us anything we wanted." Camille suggested before pulling Dak down the hall towards where Logan's locker was.
Kendall laughed at his retreating friends and ran a hand through the stylishly fraying hem of his shirt. He didn't think Logan would talk, and even if he did his friends would never believe that they were actually together. And that wasn't what made him get completely wasted last night anyway. He had texted Logan when he was still sober; the brain killing binge drinking had come later. Mainly because of his brains inability to get off the lovetrain of thought, and he had to destroy it somehow.
Fortunately passing out had prevented any dreams from plaguing him and when that chainsaw of an alarm clock woke him from his blackout he hadn't thought about the L word in nearly 6 hours. And now he was back to it. Shit. He glanced at the time on his phone and saw he had at least 10 minutes until he had to be in English. He could see the students scurrying through the halls and suddenly felt overly alone. He quickly took off down the hall in the opposite direction of his first class, taking the same trail his friends had taken less than a minute ago.
When he rounded the corner he could see Dak and Camille linked together right in front of Logan's locker, each with a hand pressed next to Logan's head. Logan's adorable face was lit up in a red blush and his lips were open, undoubtedly stuttering something unintelligibly. Kendall smiled before walking up and pushing his friends out of the way. He leaned back against the locker next to Logan who was still lit up in a blush, with that wonderful mouth open invitingly. He knew what it felt like to kiss those lips, and what would undoubtedly happen if he did it now.
"Did they get anything out of you babe?" He asked, inclining his head towards his friends.
"Please. The boy just stood there stuttering. We might have gotten somewhere eventually if you hadn't interrupted us." Dak scolded, hitting Kendall on the chest.
"Kendall have you been drinking?" Logan asked, his huge eyes looking up in innocence above a wrinkled nose.
"Just a little bit sweetie. It was to chase away the hangover." He said attempting to not sound like an alcoholic in front of my boyfriend who didn't drink.
"Were you drunk while I was over last night?" Logan asked, his eyes widening further. Kendall could see his blinking sped up and understood. He guessed Logan was worried that the Kendall, the kind and loving Kendall who had listened and agreed to be his boyfriend was a drunken Kendall.
"Don't worry Logan. I got drunk after you left." Yes, because that was so much better. Your brand new boyfriend got shitfaced when he knew perfectly well that you were not a fan of drinking. Fuck. Luckily Logan didn't look that upset anymore, he just smiled up at him. As they took off to first period, Dak a few steps behind, Kendall spotted Logan reaching for his hand before pulling away, realising where he was. Kendall sighed as they slipped into the classroom. He wished he could hold Logan's hand, kiss him and tell the entire world that this gorgeous, perfectly amazing boy was his.
Logan kissed Kendall on the lips at the end of the day, again in the locker room where they were alone. He let his lips linger on the tall boy's just long enough to taste the now familiar taste of cherries and alcohol. He pulled back and looked in his boyfriends bright green eyes. He felt as if he could melt every time he saw those perfect eyes, and leaned in for one more kiss. It was still just a little kiss, still just a small brush of the lips, but it caused Logan's body to feel as if it was on fire. He ran a hand up Kendall's arm under his jacket, pulling away from the kiss. He smiled at Kendall, said his goodbyes and headed down to his brother's car, his siblings already inside waiting for him.
Megan was sitting in the back, the spot at the front open for Logan. Next to Ryder. Who he may or may not have spent the past 10 or so hours attempting to avoid. Okay, this is stupid. He's your best friendthat little voice chastised.
"Hey Ryder," he said trying not to sound terrified.
"Logan," Ryder said with a forced smile that looked very creepy. Screw what I just said. Run for your life."Megan tells me last night went well." Ryder finishes as Logan is about to do up his seatbelt. His hand freezes as it's reaching for the belt and he stares at Ryder's creepy smile with terror. "I am so happy for you!" He felt Ryder's muscled arms wrap around him in a bone crushing embrace. He let out a soft scared chuckle.
"Um, Ryder? Oxygen is becoming an issue," Logan said tapping his brother on the shoulder. Ryder let him fall back onto his seat, and he registered the deep belly laughs coming from his sister in the backseat. "You knew about this, didn't you?" He asked Megan accusingly.
"Of course. Hell, it was my idea!" Megan said, hugging Logan's shoulders around his seat. "I still can't believe you expected me to keep it a secret."
"Hey, you kept my sexuality under wraps for 6 years. I figured you keep this to yourself for a few hours." Megan waved her hand at him, obviously bored with the topic.
The ride home mainly consisted with Ryder quizzing him relentlessly about how far he had gone with Kendall (um, awkward much?) and Megan telling him to back off, he wasn't his father. He didn't really listen. Yes, the conversation was supposed to be directed at him, but every conversation that seemed to start that way always ended in a fight with Ryder and Megan. Logan regarded it as a talent, a big useless talent.
Kendall sat in his lounge room with one of his brightly coloured guitars in his hands, strumming mindlessly. He needed to practise, but just couldn't bring himself to. He was a very disciplined musician most of the time, mainly because rehearsing and practising only involved picking up one of his many guitars and accompanying himself singing. Easy right?
Well today, not so much. He knew his set off by heart since he hadn't changed it in a few months, and he couldn't think of a song to add. If he was going to change it that is. He looked into the corner of the room and saw his old guitar sitting there, covered in a few layers of dust. He didn't even know why he kept that thing old thing around. He never used it, and he never played acoustic at the club since you couldn't dance to it. But he remembered the other day in art, Logan drew it. He didn't know why, but Logan liked it.
And for that reason only, he decided to pick it up and play it. He took a while getting started since it hadn't been tuned in months, but once it was right he immediately started up, thinking of Logan as he played the familiar chords.
Oh you make me want to listen to music again.
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Best Regards,
Lacey
