Author's note: Hey people. You probably think: 'Finally she uploaded another chapter.' I sincerly appologize for uploading so late. My birthday was this weekend, and beside that, in the Netherlands we have this strange feast called Sinterklaas. You have to make a surprise and several poems. This feast was also this weekend, and I had a lot of preparing to do for it. This chapter also isn't as long as previous chapters were. I promise I'll make it up to you.
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Logan and Carlos played against James and Kendall. Kendall was surprisingly good for someone who lived his whole live in Florida. Katie and Jasmine were skating at the other side of the pond. Jasmine was trying to teach Katie figure skating. While Logan was looking at the two little girls, Kendall skated past him and scored. "Dude, keep your head in the game. Those tall dudes are getting us," Carlos yelled at him. "Sorry, Carlitos, let's go," Logan yelled back. He quickly retrieved the puck and skated towards the opposite goal. Suddenly Logan collided with something warm and solid. It was Kendall. They both crashed to the ice. Logan on top of Kendall. He blushed. Kendall also blushed and smiled softly up to him. "Sorry," Logan said softly. "Don't worry, no harm done," Kendall answered with a reassuring smile. Logan smiled back. "Yo, dudes, are you getting back up?" James asked from above them. He extended his hand for Logan to grab. Logan pushed himself up a little before grabbing James's hand. He then extended his own hand to Kendall. The latter gratefully grabbed his hand en pulled himself up. They continued the game after assuring Katie Kendall wasn't harmed.
After another hour of playing they were exhausted to say the least. James and Kendall had won the game with 10 against 7. They went to Carlos's home. Katie and Jasmine were already there, playing with Carlos's baby brother, who was just two years old. They found him extremely cute. Logan could hear Kendall introduce himself to her. "I'm Kendall," Kendall said politely and he shook her hand. Mrs. Garcia made them some hot chocolate for which they were extremely grateful. Skating for more than an hour had left them very cold. "So when are you gonna tell him?" James startled Logan as he caught Logan smiling softly at Kendall, who was currently in a heated argument with Carlos. James sat down next to Logan as Logan turned his attention from Kendall to James. "Tell who what?" He asked innocently. James rolled his eyes. "Kendall, that you fancy him. Just ask him out. Grow some balls, dude," James said, a little bit annoyed. "You don't think he would run away disgusted? Maybe he's homophobic," Logan panicked. "Shall I ask him what he thinks of gays?" James asked. "No, I'll do it myself," Logan said bravely, not wanting James to think he was to scared. "Good boy," James said. He sipped from his hot chocolate and sat back, watching Carlos and Kendall finishing their argument. Carlos and Kendall plopped down on the bank. "So, what are we doing the rest of the day?" Carlos asked. James answered. "I don't know, we could watch a movie or something," he said. "Isn't there supposed to be a game on the TV in ten minutes or so?" Logan said. "Yeah, there is," James agreed. "Who against who?" Kendall asked interested. "I think the Maple Leafs against Minnesota Wilds," James said. "Let's watch it, then," Carlos said happily. "Okay," the other three boys agreed. "What are you two gonna do?" James asked his sister. "I was thinking of taking Katie to our home. I don't want to watch the game," Jasmine answered her brother. James nodded. Katie looked pleadingly at her older brother. "Can I go, Kendall?" she asked, using her infamous puppy-dog-eyes. "Sure, will you be home in time for dinner?" Kendall asked. "Yes, see you by dinner, big bro," Katie said. She and Jasmine went to Jasmine's house. Carlos turned on the TV just as the game had started. They watched with now and then a comment from one of the boys on strategy or the reference.
