A/N—Yay, thanks for the reviews on this so far, guys! I'm glad everyone's enjoying it. Here's part two, and I want to wish you all a Happy Valentine's Day. Whether you're single or taken, it's a day to celebrate love of all kinds, and without love in this world we really would be screwed. Tell someone you love them!

"Dude, what's with you? You've barely said anything since lunch."

James shrugged, not wanting to talk about it. He sure as hell couldn't tell Kendall what was bothering him. Kendall wouldn't understand.

"Don't ignore me. You're upset about something. Come on, we'll be at my house in like five minutes, what's going on?"

"Nothing. Can't I just be quiet once in awhile?"

"Not like this. You're quiet sometimes and I'm cool with it, because I know you're just thinking or whatever. This isn't like that. Who upset you? Was it one of those bitches in history?"

James almost laughed, because technically he supposed it was. He'd never thought of Logan as a bitch before, but after today...well, no. That wasn't fair. "No. Kendall, it's nothing, back off."

Kendall did, for all of ten seconds. Then he started up again as they walked down the sidewalk. "Are you jealous that I got two pieces of candy from Carlos?"

"Yes. Absolutely. I'm so jealous because I really want Carlos to have a crush on me instead of you."

Kendall's lips twisted into a smirk. "Okay, I recognize sarcasm when I hear it, but let's get something straight here. Carlos does not have a crush on me."

"Oh my god, are you blind or just stupid? He so does!"

"Carlos is into girls."

"Why can't he be into both?"

"He can be, but he's not. He's always making comments about how you're so lucky to have chicks all over you all the time."

"Great, he can have them. It's so annoying. And I feel bad saying that, because I mean...they like me. It's not like they're doing anything wrong. I just...don't like them back."

"Not even one of them? I mean, dude, with all the girls who try to talk to you, there has to be one who isn't annoying."

"Nope."

"Your standards are too high."

"Maybe." He knows it's more than just maybe. His standards are way too high, and that's because there's only one person who gets his heart beating fast and his palms sweaty. And that person is on a pedestal so high that the rest can't even reach his feet. "Hey, did you go through all those Valentine cards from history?"

"Yeah. I was bored in study hall. They were all pretty much the same, just 'To: Kendall, From: So and so.' Except that I got two from Carlos, and he used a million exclamation points."

James snickered. "Two, huh?"

"Shut up, it's not like that. It's because I demanded two kinds of candy."

Now it was a full chuckle. "Right. He's kind of adorable, you know?"

"He's something, alright," Kendall grinned. "Why did you ask about the Valentines?"

"Oh, just...did you get one from everybody?"

"I think so. I didn't check it against the roster, but...why wouldn't I?"

"Yeah." Why wouldn't he indeed? There was no reason for anyone to skip him.

"Didn't you?"

James bit his lip, not wanting to admit how hurt he was about the one he actually didn't get.

"Wait, seriously?" Kendall stopped walking, reaching out to keep James from continuing on when his friend showed no signs of slowing. "Who skipped you?"

"Nobody."

"Oh, you're freaking lying. Dude, you can't hide your feelings from me, you've been upset since...yeah, now I realize it's not lunch, it's that class. So who didn't get you one? Was it Amanda? Sarah? Jenny?"

"No. It doesn't matter." James stepped away, attempting to get them walking again.

Kendall didn't allow it. His hand tightened around James' arm. "Talk to me. We're not going anywhere until you do."

Why was Kendall so aggravating? "It's not a big deal. It's Logan."

After blinking a few times, because that didn't make sense on any level, Kendall clarified, "Logan?"

"Yeah." James wrenched his arm out of Kendall's grasp and started moving. "Told you, no big deal."

Kendall followed more slowly. "That's just weird."

"Why is it weird? He probably just...I mean, I'm sure it was a..."

By the time Kendall caught up, James was showing signs of either an approaching panic attack or the desperation to keep tears at bay. "Hey. James."

"What's so wrong with me?" James suddenly yelled, spinning to face Kendall. "I've never been mean to him! I hardly even look at him, I mean not when he might be aware of it, I'm always careful to...what the fuck, Kendall? How am I not even good enough to get a stupid little piece of paper from him?"

Kendall was back to the blinking. "Oh my god. Oh my god, you have a thing for Logan."

"Shut up!" The outburst was accompanied by a shove to Kendall's chest before James stormed off while wiping at his eyes.

"James, hold on! I'm not making fun of you, will you just...?"

James showed no signs of slowing. Kendall jogged ahead and spun him around with a grip on his bicep. "Come on."

"No. I want to go home."

"Too bad, I'm buying you a sundae. Come on."

James reluctantly allowed himself to be led into a nearby fast-food restaurant they sometimes stopped at for a snack. "I don't want anyone we know to see me crying."

"Then stop crying, jackass. Hot fudge or butterscotch?"

"Hot fudge," James sniffed. "Make sure they put the nuts in there!"

"I'm on it. Go find us a table."

It took three napkins and half a sundae to return James to a state calm enough that Kendall thought it safe to broach the subject again. "Can we talk about Logan?"

"Are you gonna laugh at me?"

"No. But it explains why none of those girls get anywhere with you."

James dipped a spoon into his sundae, not meeting Kendall's eyes. "I don't really know if I'm...you know."

"That's fine. I mean, to not know. Also to be that, if that's what you decide. Not that it's a decision you make, I know it's not really something you can control, I just...man. Sorry. I'm kind of out of my element here."

"I know. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, I just wasn't sure. You're not like that at all, you know?"

"I've never really thought about it. There aren't any guys who made me think like that. I mean there's Carlos, but it's not...I mean...okay, hold on. The thought of kissing him isn't horrible."

In spite of his current heartache, James laughed. "Watch out, buddy. That's how it starts."

"Okay, we're not talking about me. So...Logan?"

"I don't know, it's weird. I could stare at him for days. Sometimes I watch him in government, I have a perfect view from across the room. He's so focused, and so like...precise. His notebook has to be in the same spot on his desk, he always takes out two pencils. Never one, has to be two. And a highlighter. It's...go ahead and laugh, but it's adorable. And he has these eyes, and this mouth, and he doesn't smile a lot but when he does, like when the teacher says something that makes him smile, it changes his whole face. He smiled at me. Once. I got an answer right and I was actually proud, and I looked over at him and he was watching me with this smile like he was proud, too. Ugh, he's so perfect."

"This is so weird," Kendall said with a shake of his head. "But not in a bad way! Just...weird."

"I know."

"Are you sure he didn't give you a Valentine? I mean, I got one from him."

"I checked through all of them."

"Let's look again. You probably just missed it."

Their sundaes done, Kendall shoved the trash aside to make room for James' gym bag on the table. Together they scooped out the small white envelopes that would probably end up in the trash by morning. James was about to remove the bag when Kendall said, "Hang on, there's one more."

"No, that's all of them."

"No, right there. That corner sticking up under your notebook."

With a frown James looked again, his heart skipping a beat as he tugged the corner. What appeared was definitely a card, but much larger than the rest. "What the hell. I never saw this."

"Well, it's got your name on it."

James turned it over with shaking fingers. Surely this couldn't be from Logan.

"Oh my god, will you open it already?"

"It's probably from a stupid girl."

"Just open it!"

James did, sliding out a colorful card done in bright shades of red, pink, and purple. "Oh god, it's hideous."

"See who it's from!"

Slowly he lifted the cover, eyes skimming before he deflated. He'd known it wasn't from Logan, but still the hope had been there. "No signature."

"What? Let me see that."

When Kendall reached for it, James held the card away. "Let me read the damn thing!"

Kendall's fingers impatiently tapped the table while James read, and by the time he closed the card he was blinking rapidly. "Oh my god. That's...oh my god."

"Now can I see it?"

James offered no resistance, reaching for a fresh napkin once Kendall wrested the card away. Even he was shocked enough to speak in a hushed tone after reading. "Wow."

"Right?" James swallowed hard while dabbing at his eyes. "Somebody really likes me."

"A lot of people really like you."

"I know, but...maybe you're right. Maybe I should give someone a chance. I mean, if there's a girl out there who can write things like that about me, I'd actually want to know her better."

Kendall stared at James as if he'd declared himself the king of England. "Are you just stupid?"

"What the hell, Kendall?"

"Where is your brain? An entire class gave you Valentines, all except one person. Instead, you got a card with no signature, and you're seriously having to ask yourself who it's from?"

"Well, yeah. It could be from anyone."

"How about from the one person who didn't give you a Valentine? Process of elimination, James. This has to be from Logan."

"Oh, yeah, right," James laughed. "Like Logan would do something like that for me? He barely knows I'm alive!"

"I'm telling you, this has to be from Logan! He's got a crush on you!"

"You're an idiot." James stood to gather their trash.

"No, you're an idiot. It makes perfectly logical sense."

"It could've been anyone, Kendall. Anybody could've slid that card into my bag when I wasn't looking."

"And just when were you not looking? Oh, let me think. Maybe when we were walking around exchanging cards in class? Did you leave your bag unattended at any other time today?"

James shook his head, then dumped the remains of their sundaes. "He wouldn't do that. That's the kind of thing someone...not him does."

"Like who?"

"Like me," James sighed. He spun to face the table, red creeping into his cheeks. "I did it. To him. Today."

Kendall's jaw dropped. "You what?"

"I wrote him a poem and slipped it into his backpack today. While we were all walking around."

"Oh my god, this is...this is the best. Did you sign yours?"

"Of course not! I don't want him to know it's from me!"

While reaching for his bag, Kendall suddenly grinned. "I just had this vision."

"Do I want to know?"

"Logan's sitting at home right now, all sad because he didn't get a Valentine from you. Or...wait, did you give him a little one, too?"

"No. Oh crap, should I have? To throw him off the scent?"

"Too late now. But Logan's sitting at home all sad, because you're the one he wanted a Valentine from and he didn't get it. And then he comes across the one you stuck in his bag, and...oh, this could end badly."

"What do you mean?" James frowned. He snatched the card back from Kendall and safely stored it away before hefting his bag over his shoulder.

"Well, you assumed it was from someone else. What if he does the same? And you both are like 'Forget that asshole, he didn't give me a Valentine!' And you spend all your time trying to find the person who wrote your cards, when it was both of you the whole time?"

"Kendall, it wasn't him."

"Want me to ask Carlos?"

"No! Please, Kendall, just drop it!"

"Come on, you know you're dying to know if it was him. It has to be!"

"It wasn't!"

"Do you still have his number? From that assignment you guys did in government?"

"I'm not calling him."

"Just text him. Ask."

"No!"

"You could be holding his hand by morning."

"It's not him!"

Kendall grinned as he watched James walk out of the restaurant. James could deny it all he wanted, but Kendall knew he was dying to know if it was Logan. He just wouldn't let himself entertain the idea.

That was fine, because Kendall had a secret weapon. And if James was right, that secret weapon had a crush on him.

"Carlos, you're not focusing. I have to start dinner in thirty minutes so we need to finish your homework by then."

"I'm too busy trying to figure out who wrote you that poem! Wait, what about Debi? Have you ever gotten any signals from her?"

"Oh my god, she has a boyfriend. Look, I'm losing my patience. I'm gonna go grab us some sodas and if you haven't completed one math problem by the time I get back, I'm sending you home to fend for yourself."

Logan stormed from his bedroom without waiting for an answer. In truth he was having just as much trouble focusing, but he was better at hiding it.

He was dying to know who'd written that poem, too.

They'd discovered it in Logan's backpack upon arrival at the Mitchell home. Somehow it had gotten wedged between two books, and it wasn't until Logan unpacked those that he noticed the large red envelope with his name on it.

Confused, he'd carefully opened the flap and drew out a silly card with a dancing heart on the front accompanied by the words, "You make my heart do the boogie." Not really his thing, but the inner contents were what mattered.

On the inside flap was a poem, similar to the one he'd written for James only in that it expressed feelings that were normally hidden. The author of this one seemed to have a penchant for rhymes.

They say love is a many splendored thing

I don't know what that means, but you make my heart sing

I make sure to hide it because I don't know what you would do

If you ever discovered that I'm in love with you

I love that your face lights up in school

I think your intelligence is really cool

I wish I could make you as happy as an A

If I told you I love you, what would you say?

Probably something with the use of big words

I'd need a dictionary for things I've never heards (shh, pretend it's a word)

As you can see, I'm not all that smart

But what I have to offer is a really big heart

Maybe one day I can hold your hand

Or sing you a love song with a backing band

For now all I can do is to keep loving you

From afar, in silence, wishing you were my boo

Anyway. Happy Valentine's Day from your secret admirer.

P.S. You always look super hot in that denim jacket.

It was perhaps the worst poem Logan had ever read in his life. As he'd read over it a second time, it quickly became his favorite. By the third read, it was sheer genius.

"Ooo, what's that?"

Logan had jumped and tried to shove the card back into its envelope, not having heard Carlos come back from the bathroom. "Nothing. It's nothing. Let's get going on your math because—"

"Oh, no way, this must be something good!"

It only took Carlos about five seconds to free the card from Logan's grasp, and his fear of ripping it while attempting to steal it back kept Logan from doing that. Instead he'd stood by with his face red and flaming as Carlos read the poem.

"This is...wow." Carlos laughed, then added, "But it's sweet. Is this really for you?"

"Probably got shoved into my bag by mistake." Logan had snatched it back.

"Right, that's totally what happened. Especially since it's your name on the card. Oh my god, dude, someone has a crush on you!"

"I'm sure it's a joke."

"It's not a joke, they even mentioned your denim jacket."

"Whatever."

"Do you think it came from someone in history? Or another class? When did it show up?"

"It doesn't matter. Let's just get going on homework."

"Okay, but it wasn't there before lunch, right? Because you would've seen it when..."

The next hour went on in that vein, Carlos randomly tossing out theories about the card while Logan forced his attention back to homework. Logan really needed time alone to read it again, to try to analyze the lines, to figure out who would write something of that nature. Not an honors student, obviously, it was definitely someone more...average.

But average could be okay. Not that Logan felt that word could describe James, but he supposed in a mental sense, James might be considered by most to be average. So...average had its perks.

It's not from James. You're being an idiot. Not only is James Diamond very obviously into girls, he wouldn't look twice at you even if he wasn't. He'd go for someone like Kendall. Or even Carlos, because Carlos is at least fun. You're not his type at all.

"I got it!" Carlos exclaimed once Logan returned to the room.

"You'd better be talking about number six on that worksheet."

"No, dude, it has to be someone in band."

"Band?" Logan halted, curious in spite of himself. "Why band?"

"Or I guess it could be choir. But that line about a backing band. It has to be someone musical."

Carlos might be on to something there. Logan set down Carlos' soda and pondered that.

James was musical. James played piano in their school's jazz band. James was also in choir.

"Or sing you a love song with a backing band"

No, what was Logan thinking? It wasn't James!

"Who do we know that's in choir or band?"

"Hey, Carlos, how about you either finish that worksheet or I send you home?"

Carlos almost spit out the drink he'd taken. "James! James does both!"

Logan's heart stuttered. "That's not even funny."

"Come on, it makes sense! And...wait, didn't you say he didn't give you a Valentine?"

"Carlos, I'm serious. Math. Now."

"Dude, it has to be him! That's why he didn't give you a Valentine, he gave you this instead!"

"I'm five seconds away from—"

"I'm gonna text Kendall and ask." Carlos reached into his pocket.

"Oh my god, no! Why can't you just let this go?"

"Because somebody likes you! And you can say what you want, but I know you love that poem. We have to find your secret admirer! If somebody was into me, I'd jump on that so fast!"

"I'm not you, okay? I'm fine with not knowing who—"

"Oh, look at that. Kendall already texted me."

Logan froze. "Kendall? He texted you? Since when does he text you?"

"Not once since that time he picked me up for hockey. But he did today. Let's see what it says, shall we?" Carlos was grinning widely, enjoying Logan's discomfort. He cleared his throat and read, "'Hey, did Logan give James a card in class today?'"

Now Logan couldn't breathe.

"What kind of question is that? Of course you did. Let me just—"

"Carlos, wait." The serious tone made Carlos pause. "I...I didn't."

"You what?"

"I didn't. Give him a card. I mean...I did, just not..."

Carlos' gaze narrowed at the paleness of Logan's face. "You didn't give him a Valentine?"

"I...oh god. I'm gonna throw up."

"Dude, whoa, relax. Come sit down." Carlos stood from the desk chair, waiting until Logan was in it to try again. "What did you give him?"

"A card. Like...like the one I got. With...I wrote a poem and everything. I like James, okay? You can make fun of me for it later, but for right now don't answer Kendall's question."

"Whoa." It took Carlos some time to wrap his head around the new information. "I can't just ignore him. Did you sign the card?"

"No. I don't want him to know it's from me."

"Then what's the point of giving it?"

"I don't know, it seemed like a good idea at the time but now I'm realizing it was stupid because of course he's going to know it was me. If I'm the only one who didn't give him a Valentine..."

"Okay, stop panicking. Here, drink some of your soda." Once Logan did, Carlos asked, "What do you want me to say to Kendall?"

"Um. Ask him what he means."

Carlos thought it over and sent, "You mean the little Valentine ones?"

"Yeah. James said he didn't get anything from Logan."

Carlos gasped. "James told Kendall you didn't get him a card."

"He did? He actually noticed?"

"James is your secret admirer," Carlos singsonged. "He has to be! What should I say?"

"Just...tell him...tell him you don't know."

"That's a lie."

"Carlos, you lie to your teachers all the time!"

"Yeah, but I can't lie to Kendall! He won't like me then!"

"Please don't tell him, Carlos. James can't know."

After giving it more thought, Carlos tried, "Logan said James didn't give him one either."

"Are you with Logan right now?"

"Yeah. Are you with James?"

"Yeah. James doesn't want me to tell you this, but he did do something for Logan."

"I knew it! Logan doesn't want ME to tell YOU this, but he did do something for James."

"Poem?"

"Yep. Poem?"

"Yep. James is being dumb and won't believe that it's Logan."

"Logan's being dumb, too. What do we do?"

"Let's plan something. Maybe like a movie date, the four of us. I'll tell James it's because I want to hang out with you but don't want to go alone."

"Friday! Let's do it Friday! Me and Logan were gonna go to the movies anyway!"

"Tomorrow. Perfect. Make sure Logan comes."

"Make sure James comes. We'll talk about it tomorrow in history!"

"Yeah, somehow I don't think they'll have a problem with it. So Logan really has a thing for James?"

"I just found out. James likes Logan?"

"Apparently. I had no idea."

"They're so dumb. Did you like your Valentines?"

"Eating one right now. Which do you prefer, chocolate or gummy?"

"Why?"

"I might bring you something tomorrow night. If you're lucky. ;)"

With a huge grin, Carlos replied, "I like both. It's a date. ;)"

"What are you smiling about?" Logan asked suspiciously.

"Nothing," Carlos answered. "Just thinking about the movies tomorrow. So I need help on number six, I'm confused by the power sign."

Though Logan wasn't quite satisfied with that explanation, he let the matter drop. It was safer when Carlos was talking about math than James anyway.

Maybe it was time to forget about James. The guy couldn't even manage to remember him among a roster of classmates. Maybe his future was with whoever had written him that cheesy but so-adorable poem.

Suddenly Logan couldn't wait for Valentine's Day to be over so he could focus on the new chapter, and whatever the author of that poem might bring into his life.