Hey y'all, isn't this a strange chapter title? This chapter is dedicated to .but shipper for the request (sorry it took so long!).

I just randomly read some chapters of Head On Collision by Miss Fenway, and I always keep forgetting how destroyed I am by that story. It's just—so perfect.

Anyway. Oh my gosh I just realized today is the one month anniversary of this story. How fitting.

Happy reading! Enjoy!

Defeated, Kendall Knight trudged up to the apartment. Jo had to leave again, and maybe that made sense, he had told her he was going to be at the studio. But she had been that quick to book yet another interview (her, her agent, same thing, whatever) which seemed…odd. She had run off, and he had run up here. How was he supposed to make things work with Jo if they could never even see each other?

Wallowing in self-pity was not a leader-esque character trait. But he was burnt out, he was tired of being the leader, he was sick of not seeing his girlfriend, so he wallowed. That was, until he saw Logan.

So what if Kendall looked worn out? Logan looked destroyed.

Self-pity evaporated, he became the leader again.

"Logan?"

As expected, Logan rose from the couch quickly, turning to hide his face. "Yeah."

"What's wrong?"

Also as expected, Logan avoided the question. He stood up from the couch. A globe rolled by his feet, under the table. His face reddened as he ducked, grabbing it quickly.

"What's that?" Kendall asked.

Logan was twisting the globe around in his hands, still searching for something. "I went to the Venus exhibit at the planetarium today."

Kendall glanced at the globe again. "That's Earth."

Logan was on his knees now, holding the globe under his arm. He was using his free arm to search, though it looked like sweeping, for whatever else he had lost.

"They ran out of Venus globes."

"Clearly."

Logan hit his head as he stood back up from the table, the globe rolling harmlessly on the table next to some lump of tinfoil. With…James's face plastered on it? Yeah, that was James's face.

"Were they selling those at the planetarium too? James Diamond asteroids?"

Logan stiffened, then exhaled. He grabbed the tinfoil thing off the table, ripping James's face off it, throwing it in the trash. "Selling what? I just have a globe, just a globe."

Then, it was silent. Logan wasn't going to talk, he was too busy pretending to be busy with this globe, twisting it around, staring intently at it. He stopped placing it back down, but picked it up again.

"How is it going with you and Jo?" he asked, not looking at Kendall, still completely fixated on the globe. He had his hand stretched over the United States, his thumb in California, his pinky in Minnesota.

Okay, so this was an opportunity. Flip the conversation on Logan again.

"Things could be better right now, but that's with every relationship, right?"

The conversation had flipped. The way Logan paused, pushing away the globe and retreated back to the couch proved it. So it had something to do with Camille, and James?

"Right."

Logan had gone silent again, and for a minute, Kendall thought the flipped conversation didn't really flip at all, maybe it just stopped.

Before Kendall could dwell on that any longer, the conversation started again.

"Camille and James kissed," he blurted.

"What?"

"Camille and James kissed," Logan repeated, pacing. He was indecisive, even with his own movements, so he stopped pacing, then started again, alternating between the two. "Camille and James kissed."

Kendall instinctively reached out to his friend, grabbing his shoulders to steady him. The situation that he was now aware of, the situation that involved James and Camille kissing, was already stressful enough. Kendall didn't need Logan to have an attack over this.

He tried his best to lead Logan back over to the couch, who sat down, trying very obviously to sink into the couch, to relax, but he was tense as ever.

"I don't know what to do, Kendall."

"Maybe—"

"God, what if they start dating? I mean, that wouldn't happen. That wouldn't happen."

Kendall wisely quieted down. Logan was finally talking. He would let him talk.

"I punched—I almost punched James in the face. I didn't, but maybe I would have. I want to, but I shouldn't."

Kendall nodded, still sticking to his silence so Logan could just say whatever he needed to. He kept a close eye on Logan's arms, his hands.

Logan was balling his hands up into fists, but this was such a subconscious behavior that it wouldn't matter if Kendall intercepted, even though that was what he wanted to do.

"I should've expected it, I mean, James always does this. He always gets the girl, he even needed to help me ask out Camille in the first place, I couldn't."

And just like that, Kendall didn't care whether he interrupted Logan or not. He just needed to get Logan to understand, to stop getting all anxious over nothing. Well, not nothing, but it was unreasonable. Camille had been in love with Logan since day one (though she had slapped him, which hurt a lot. Kendall wondered how his friend dealt with that on a nearly daily basis).

"But that doesn't matter, Logan. Camille loves you. You love her. You have nothing to worry about."

Logan sighed. Did it work, or was Kendall going to have to conjure a pep talk out of the air? "But—"

Pep talk conjuring time, apparently.

"Logan, you just have to accept this. You have to accept two things: James is your best friend, he's not trying to hurt you, and I bet he feels awful. He doesn't want you beating yourself over this, it's not your fault. It's his, really, which is why he feels bad. And, two: Camille doesn't want to hurt you either. She loves you. They both do, they just want to see you happy. They're not trying to hurt you, I promise."

A sure sign his pep talks always worked was when Logan started to smile, and then his face was flush with an alarming shade of red, and, if Kendall was correct? The next thing he would do would be deflection.

"Okay, okay," Logan deflected, eyes glued to the floor.

"You get it?"

He nodded.

Kendall's phone buzzed. "It's Jo."

Logan reached into his own pocket, pulling out his phone as well. "Good luck."

Logan's phone buzzed. He looked up at Kendall, who waved his hand in a dismissive fashion that he hoped made sense. When it didn't, he said, "Who is it, Logan?"

"James."

"Good luck."

"Good luck," the genius repeated. Kendall grinned.

"I think the words you're looking for are thank you."

"Thank you," his friend replied.

"You're welcome."