So, I was thinking today about this story and how it's been over a year since I started writing the goddamned thing and I realized that it was time to finish it and move on. This is so short and I'm probably gonna regret ending it this way but, honestly, I'm so glad to be done with it. THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER. CAN I GET AN AMEN?

Rain beating against the bus window blurred Logan's vision of the passing landscape outside and he sighed, scooting down in the seat just a little more and tapping his fingers against the table. He had been on tour for nearly three weeks now and it felt like it had rained almost every single day, give or take a few. He leaned his head back against the seat cushion and closed his eyes, the bus quiet except for the occasional roar of the gas pedal being pressed. It was nice, the quiet time away from the loud crowds and music and cameras. As tired as he was of the rain, he liked how it slowed everything down, quieted the usual chaos that was touring.

"Hey, you. Better not fall asleep. We're almost in Chicago," came a soft voice and Logan felt the seat depress beside him before he opened his eyes. He smiled and snuggled in the chair as he shut his eyes once more.

"I'm not tired enough to fall asleep, Kendall. I was just resting my eyes," he replied, getting a small laugh from the blonde seated beside him. He heard shuffling followed by the soft clinkclinkclink of glasses hitting together.

Realizing that he wasn't about to rest anymore, Logan reluctantly opened his eyes and sat up, and eyebrow raising as he took in the four small glasses set out on the table. He couldn't figure out what exactly Kendall was up to, but before he could question it any further, the blonde was up and walking off through the bus. He returned shortly after with a bottle of champagne and James and Carlos following close behind.

James threw himself down beside Logan, smiling slyly when he realized he had stolen Kendall's spot. The blonde rolled his eyes before he sat, sliding into the small booth-esque seat after Carlos.

"What's all this?" Logan finally asked, sliding his hand into James' and feeling the boys warmth travel through his own body. James interlocked their fingers and rubbed small circles over Logan's hand with his thumb.

"Well," Kendall started, opening the bottle of champagne and flinching when the cap shot off before he had expected it to, "today officially marks one year since you two got your freak on and officially started your insane relationship". The blonde boy smiled as he poured a small amount of wine into each of the four glasses, setting the bottle down and then passing a glass to each of his friends.

Carlos elbowed Kendall in the side for being so crude and then laughed, "we just wanted to celebrate you two making it this far. We're really happy for you and we figured we'd do something nice, even though Kendall insists on ruining it".

Logan was speechless; he had the absolute best friends in the world and it was almost unbelievable that he and James had started this a year prior. He felt tears spring to his eyes as he thought back to all of the bullshit and the drama and the laughs and the smiles, and to say that the year had been a roller-coaster for him would be putting it mildly. He had fought through his addiction to alcohol, realizing that it didn't help him at all and that it had only made those long nights even longer. He worked out the situation with Kendall, the two coming to terms with the fact that Logan was made for James. They belonged together. The band had somehow blown up, becoming an overnight sensation almost and being thrust into the spotlight and then here they were, on tour for the first time.

He felt a warm hand wipe away the tears and he smiled as he turned to look at James, his one and his only. How they'd made it this far, Logan couldn't even begin to understand but when he looked into those eyes, he knew he was right where he needed to be. He saw his future staring back at him and the amount of love reflecting back was so unreal, so powerful and so enticing that he almost couldn't breathe. It had always been that way, though. He was used to having the breath stolen from his lungs when it came to James.

James placed a soft kiss to Logan's forehead before pulling the boy closer and then reaching for the glass Kendall had poured for him.

"Here's to the craziest year the four of us have ever seen," he said, holding his glass in the air, Kendall and Logan raising there glasses as well.

And, even though Logan hadn't touched a drink in three months, he lifted his glass and squeezed James' hand a little bit tighter.

"I'll drink to that."

This is probably the biggest accomplishment for me because, holy shit, I actually finished a chaptered story.

I want to thank everyone who has ever reviewed this or messaged me or communicated with me in anyway. I am so thankful for every kind word, every bit of criticism, and every person I've met during the course of this story. You all have been reading my life and it's so good to just be done with this because I can't keep dwelling on this.

Thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart for making me finish this.

I cannot express to you my love.

-Brittany