This is probably the last chapter of this story. Yea, it really feels like an ending so I'll probably leave it as that. A huge THANK YOU to all those who alerted, favourited and reviewed this story, and I'll probably start a new one soon, so look out for it (: in the meantime, hope you guys enjoy!
His heart skips a beat. He swears the taller boy wrapped around him would wake up from the thundering in his chest. Logan cannot for the life of him fathom how he could be so lucky. James has an arm wrapped tightly and protectively around his waist, as though never wanting him to leave his side. If only that were true. He sighs brokenly and attempts to untangle himself from the sheets and James' limbs. The brunette's arms just hold him tighter, nuzzling his face into Logan's chest, and he thinks his chest is going to explode there and then.
He lies perfectly still, and tries to regulate his breathing. He hated how the taller boy had such an effect on him, and yet he liked the feeling too much to make it go away. Logan was someone who believed in true love, finding 'the one' for him and staying with that one person, for better or for worse, till death do them apart. However, he began questioning that possibility, especially since he was truely, irrevocably in love with his best friend. His life just plain sucks.
There are whispers coming from outside the door. Logan strains his ears, and holds his breath, trying hard to make sense of the murmurs outside.
"Kendal...I, just really want..."
"Shh Carlos. Let me finish," Logan imagines the blonde inhaling deeply before continuing, "You are an amazing person, Carlos. And I can understand perfectly well if you don't want to be with someone like me. If that's the case I'm sorry I ever confessed my feelings about you. It's just, hard to hold in you know?" Another intake of breath here. "However, if you do agree with me, I guess we should give it a shot, because I just really like you Carlos, and-"
His words were cut off by what Logan assumed was Carlos' lips. He listens silently as Carlos breathes out a breathy "I love you, Kendall Knight" before he shuts his eyes and wills away the tears, only this time, they stay. He always knew the two had a thing for each other, it just hurt to know that they had succeeded and he hadn't. It sucked to know that your best friends are dating, and you're in love with your other best friend who is definitely straight and... Logan bit back a sob. Life really sucks.
A finger gently swipes away a lone tear that had slid down his face. "Logie, you ok? Why're you crying? Did something happen?" Logan looks up and meets beautiful hazel orbs and let's himself drown in its depth and beauty. He remains silent, even as his friend's eyes look searchingly in his. James had always promised to protect him, but how could he when the only one that was hurting Logna right now was James himself. He was breaking his heart every time they just so much as looked at each other. And right now was no different. They were so close, he could practically feel James' breath on his cheek. All he needed to do was lean in and tilt his head a little that way...
His heart clenched in fear. If he did that, he might not even get to be friends with the taller boy ever again. He would probably hate him, call him a fag, and leave him without a word. No, the logical side of Logan told him, there were just too many possibilities and 'ifs' and no one could be sure. It was way too risky.
Just as he was about to fake a smile and reassure the brunette boy, he felt a pair of lips on his own, soft and yet firm, gentle and yet longing, sweet and yet savory. Logan's eyes widen in surprise. He began to pull back and James let him, eyes falling to the white bed sheet the two were sleeping on now. "Sorry, I didn't mean to, like, scare you or anything, it's just that you were way too adorable and all that you know, and you were just begging to be kissed and I couldn't help it, but I'm guessing you're straight cause you're with Camille and stuff so I'm just gonna leave now...and I suppose we could just hopefully go back to being friends..."
Logan watched, lips slightly parted and still tingling from the kiss, as James got up, a blush on his cheek and began to move away. The weight of his arm left Logan's waist, and he whimpered at the sudden loss of body heat. He quickly grabbed onto James' wrist, stilling the taller boy mid-movement. "James...I...just..." he was at a loss for words. Seriously, what does one say when the love of his life kisses him on the lips, and leaves thinking he is straight? He was the gay one here. Gayer than the rainbow, and the taller brunette was supposed to be 'The Face', the straight one, not the one that falls in love with 'The Gay One'. But then again he had thought Kendall and Carlos were straight but it didn't really seem so now...
"I love you. Always have, when you first protected me in the bathroom, and I felt something..." he looked down. He couldn't continue anymore. It felt as though everything was just building up in his throat and was about to come rushing out in a waterfall. He opened his mouth to speak, but a sob came out as his breath got stuck in his throat, and then there were those pair of lips again, stronger and more passionate this time and Logan let himself get washed away by the amazing feeling of his lips against his and all logical fears were forgotten. He, Logan Mitchell, was kissing James Diamond, and that's all that registered as the sparks shot down his spine, and he knew he would never feel more protected than he felt now.
It was seven in the morning, and the two boys were a tangle of limbs. Both were exhausted from the adrenaline rush the previous night during their huge make-out session. Logan however, being a morning person, got up and went to get ready. His lips still felt slightly bruised from the passionate kissing and he could still taste James' mint flavored toothpaste in his mouth. He half-smiled as he walked out to see Kendall and Carlos curled up into each other on the couch. Stepping slowly over various items on the floor, he finally arrived at the kitchen where he began hunting for various edible items for breakfast. Suddenly, he felt a pair of strong arms snake around his waist, and a hot breath against his ear. "I thought you'ld wake me up," the warm voice whispered with a husky morning slur. Logan's face broke into a huge smile.
"Oh seriously you guys, get a room," Kendall groaned from the couch.
"Well if they need one, we should probably go get one too shouldn't we?" Carlos asked in his childish manner.
The two boys in the kitchen laughed hysterically as they watched the blonde boy turn a shade of red.
Life was going to be good, though not perfect, but at least it was a start.