... I'm sure you all thought I died. I wouldn't blame you. This is far past due. I have no excuses, so I'll just get right to the writing!

Kendall and Logan made it to the office, where Camille and Jo were sat. Saying they looked nervous was an understatement. Camille was biting her nails, while Jo was looking at her lap twiddling her thumbs.

"What'd you two do?" Kendall asked.

"Uh.." Jo said. She turned to Camille and they had a short debate. It was hushed, but the two boys could hear 'But' and 'Are you sure?" a few times.

"We're the reason Jett went ape-shit." Camille finally said.

Logan blinked. Camille didn't swear! Well, there was once, but she stubbed her toe.

"Care to explain?" Logan asked.

"Er," Camille made brief gestures between her and Jo.

"We're dating." Jo finished for her. (1)

"No way!" Kendall squealed.

"Way!" Camille said. She had a huge grin on her face.

"..And Jett doesn't like that?" Logan asked.

"He likes Jo." Camille corrected.

Logan didn't like that answer. "So he took it out on Kendall?" He asked angrily.

"We told him she was dating him." Camille said.

Logan didn't like that much more. He poked out his bottom lip.

"We're sorry!" Jo said.

"It's okay." Kendall said.

Jo and Camille were quite surprised.

"Really?" Jo asked.

"Yeah, I mean," He snaked his arm around Logan's hip. "My boyfriend stood up for me." He said.

Logan's pout was replaced with a blush. "Yeah, you'll have to thank him later, he was really nice for doing that." He said.

"I will, won't I?" Kendall asked.

Thirty minutes later:

They finally let Logan out of his lecture on how "Violence is bad." He'd received four days of detention since it was his first offence, so he'd be able to come back on the next Monday.

"You okay?" Kendall asked. He received the same punishment. Logan was kind of angry at that, he didn't do anything!

"Yeah." Logan said. Kendall didn't buy it.

"You're as white as a sheet."

"Am not."

"Are so."

"Not."

"So."

"Well, I have to stop by my locker and go home." He said.

"Then, why don't I walk my boyfriend to his locker?" Kendall asked.

Logan smiled. "You're not gonna stop calling me that, are you?" He asked.

"Never." He said.

When Logan got home, he was surprised to see his parent's cars in the driveway.

"Shit." Was his only thought.

He got in his house, and found his parents in the kitchen with their arms crossed.

"I can explain!" He said.

His parent's gave him the nod.

"Okay, we -me and Kendall- were are lunch! Then Jett came up and threw Kendall on the floor. I punched him!" He said. It came out a lot faster than he intended. He had a whole descriptive scene planned but his parent's gazes turned that to custard in three-point-two seconds.

"And?" His father asked.

"That's all." He said meekly. He was ready for it. That was his argument? It might as well been written in sand on a beach. His parent's were about to wash it away, probably ground him so long there'd be plays written about it.

"Grounded from your phone." His father said.

Logan was surprised. From his phone? That was all? He obeyed. He produced his phone from his pocket and laid it on the table.

"You're allowed to go see Kendall." his mom said. "We don't want you alone all day." She said.

"R-really?" He asked. He mentally cursed himself, he was now waiting for his father to chuckle, wag his finger, and scream "Got 'cha!"

But he didn't.

"You stood up for him." His mother said. "We're proud of that."

"You shouldn't have hit him, though." His father added in a so-so tone.

"Thanks." Logan said. "I'm gonna go finish my homework now." He said.

The next day:

"Logan, get up, you have to go to Kendall's." His mom said.

"Kay." He said. He didn't move. He was tired.

That wasn't completely-

Yes it was. He was exhausted.

He got up, trudged down his stairs, and drove to Kendall's.

That's all he could remember. He probably left the door open. Everything sort of blended together.

He knocked on the door, to find Kendall open the door.

"You're in your pajamas." Kendall said.

"I didn't wanna get dressed." Logan whined.

"Tired?" Kendall asked.

"Yes!" He hissed.

"You can sleep in my bed." Kendall said. He lead the smaller boy up the stairs, and like he said there was a bed. Logan laid on it and curled into a ball.

"Your bed's comfy." Logan said. He remembered Kendall stroking his side, then he woke up.

Rested! That's what he felt. He stretched and found the bed empty. Well, besides him, anyways. He took in his surroundings. Kendall's room. Minus the Kendall, but very much Kendall's room. Hockey posters and signed jerseys littered the walls. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed and heard something.

Mumbling.

He got up and opened Kendall's door.

Humming?

He walked down the hall and heard it clearly.

Singing.

Kendall's voice. Then-

A thud?

He opened the questionable door and saw Kendall sitting on the bathroom-that's what the room was, the bathroom-with one knee to his chest and his other leg on the floor with his hand clenched around his ankle.

"Shi- Hi Logan!" He said.

"What happened?"

"I fell."

"Need help?"

"No-" He let out a whimper of pain.

Logan held out his hand, and helped Kendall up.

The pair made it to Kendall's room, he patched up his ankle, and Kendall pouted.

"I could have made it here on my own." He grumbled.

Without any warning, logan pressed their lips together.

The kiss was deepened way earlier then it should have. Did they care? They could less, it seemed.

Logan straddled Kendall's hips and heard him whimper in pain. He was snapped out of his lust filled gaze and got off of him.

"S-sorry." He said weakly.

"S' okay." Kendall said. "Hey! We should watch a movie." He added.

"Which?" Logan asked.

"Anyone with a doctor." Kendall said.

Logan smiled.

"Oh, and Logan?" Kendall asked.

"Hm?"

"I l-"

"What?"

"I l-

"..."

"I l-!"

Logan pressed their lips together. "I like you a lot too." He whispered when he pulled away.

Kendall sighed. "Thanks." He said.

"Don't mention it." Logan said. "Now, about that movie.."

(1)Sorry! That EVERY single couple is slash. It's really annoying sometimes. ._.'

Okay! Sorry! Again! It's been a month with no word. I hope this makes up for. (Probably won't. ._.) I promise It'll end with a bang.

'Till next time!