No. 2
Pairing: Logan/Kendall
Rating: T
Word Count: ~480
Disclaimer: I don't even own a car.
Summary: Logan is sick of being Kendall's number two. Kind of a sequel to "Liar".
A/N: So here's the sequel to "Liar"! I should start writing more happy stories ._. They are about 29 years old here.
After you married, after you promised to be truthful, to share tears and laughters, we kept kissing and touching, knowing we could never let go of the other. I know we can't keep doing that forever. I know it was wrong in all possible ways. I'm not stupid of course. But I can't help it when you look at me like that and when you touch me like that and when you tell me that you loved me. All these things somehow blow all my worries away and replace them with happiness. But when, in the night, you leave me to go back to your wife, the worries are back again, even stronger than before. Of course you can't stay with me. You have a wife you love.
"I have to break up with him. I can't go on like this.", I always tell myself, when I lie in my bed, cold and alone.
The next day, I'm waiting for you to come and it feels like I've spent half of my life waiting for you because I never know if you come or not. If you choose to be with your wife or to be with me. It's past midnight, so I guess you chose your wife this time. I take a last slug of alcohol before going to bed, swearing that I'll leave him for the thousandth time.
It takes you two months to visit me again, but this time it's different. I'm sick of being number two. You approach to hug me, but I dodge.
"I'm tired of this", I say, "Kendall, we can't go on like this!" I look down to my feet, watching how my tears fall down and feeling how my nails bore bloody holes in my palms.
"You always say this, Logie. I know you don't mean it.", you whisper while caressing my cheek.
"I mean it! ", I shout. You recoil. I have never shouted before. "Do you really think this can go on forever? Do you think that Jo won't find out? You have no conception of how I feel when you leave right after you tell me that you love me! You don't know how it feels to be the number two! I want you all by myself or not at all!"
"I... I can't leave Jo", you choke out, "but I can't leave you either..."
Your words make me mad. They make me sick. I don't know how many times I've heard them, I don't know how many times I only believed in the last part. This time I can only believe in the first.
"Out! Out, out! Go out!", I scream and shove you out roughly.
I slide down the door and let the tears fall. It feels like an eternity until you finally give up knocking the door and saying you're sorry. Six years of being your affair is enough.
I finally left you.