This is one of those times, where I wished I had gotten a puppy or a kitten a few years ago. Because then I would have someone to cuddle with. And from what I've heard, cats and dogs just love you unconditionally. You don't even have to talk (although the crazier ones do). And most importantly, they don't stab you in the back, or break your heart. They just sit on your lap, lick your face dry, and love you. Why can't humans take a note out of their book?

Even though I didn't have a boyfriend or a cat or dog to cuddle with, I was doing a stand up job of making myself feel better. It was unfortunate I had to go to the store, but because the past three days all I've done is lie in bed, eat out my entire kitchen, and only shower once, I was in need of supplies. This is why I loved Walmart. I could get my firewood, my groceries, a bunch of horrible romantic comedies, and all the beer I could imagine, in one shop. It was embarrassing to lie to the lady at the checkout, who asked me if I was having a party because of all my crap, but it was better than telling her I was pathetic and just staying in my house by myself. The worst part of begin by myself was taking all my crap inside. I lived upstairs, so strike one. I had 27 thousand bags of stuff, strike two. And there was ice everywhere. Strike three. It wasn't snowing anymore, but it was so cold out, everything froze. SO these three contributing factors, led me to fall. I smacked my knee on the edge of one of the middle concrete stairs, but I was so numb from my heart ache, and cold to be honest, I didn't even feel pain. After getting everything in my house however, I got in my boxers and plain white shirt and plopped on my couch with all my goodies around me, to find a big fat swollen bruised knee. Great. SO it was a slow start to feeling better, but at least I interacted with outside people.

So this is where I was. Alone, hurt, and sad out of my God damn mind. All I wanted was someone to call me. Come see. Tell me I wasn't a horrible person. And I wanted someone who wasn't Carlos. Every day, every other hour or so I was either getting a text or a call. A few times, just yesterday, he came to my apartment. I only looked out the peep hole and stared at him as he gave me some drawn out speech about why he did it. I wasn't really paying attention. I did however notice the roses he had. When he left, and I made sure he was really gone, I stepped on the roses, and then cut them up with one of my knives in the kitchen. My next door neighbor came out at this time, but I just smiled big at him and slammed my door leaving the mulch on my welcome mat. The next time he came to my door, I watched him pick up a few petals and walk away without saying another word. My point was finally made.

And I know…I know I could have gotten company from Carlos. But it wasn't the kind of company I wanted. Because that would just be me, yelling at him, hitting him…saying horrible things. I had no energy for that. Especially with my bum knee. And I used my bum knee as an excuse to not get the door when I heard soft knocking. I groaned pausing my movie and slowly took my leg off the pillow. I had it up and elevated with a bag of frozen pea son it. As soon as my foot touched the ground, a pain shot through my entire leg, and it made me stop walking for a minute. But it wasn't the only thing that made me stop. It was the voice that made it through the heavy wood of my door. "Logan? Are you in there?" It was Kendall. I tensed up, wishing I hadn't even gotten up. I was stuck in my spot. Do I answer the door and let him kick my ass? Because he probably wants too. And I didn't have the energy to stop him. Or should I just go back to my bed, pretend I don't hear him, and put some old Cartoons on the TV and fall asleep? "Look…I know you're here. I saw your car. I just want to talk to you. Please?" I swallowed hard, limping slowly, very slowly to the door. "I was a dick okay…and if you just let me explain…" I put both hands softly on the door and peered through the peep hole. Kendall had a dark grey beanie on his head and a big black puffy jacket. He was looking down softly shaking his head and finally looked up all the way and sighed out. "Okay. I understand. I'm the last person you want to see but…but if you ever just want to talk…" He shrugged looking at my door and swallowed hard. I watched his Adams apple go up and down quick as he turned. "Just give me a call Logan." When he was out of my sight, I unlocked my door fast and swung it open as best as I could, getting out of the way of the door. I put my head out and saw him halfway down the stairs.

"Kendall?" I hated how quiet and shaky my voice was. He turned though and walked back up, looking at me. Except he wasn't looking at my face.

"What happened to you?" I frowned looking down at my black and purple knee and shook my head. "Logan you need to get that checked out."

"Yeah that's the last thing I want. I hate hospitals." I looked up to see him frown at me and I smiled small. "What did you want to talk about?" He sighed out and shoved his hand sin the pockets of his jacket. I was already cold, but I didn't know if I wanted him in my house. Not yet anyway.

"I wanted to apologize. I was a dick for no real reason, except I was angry and in so much pain. I should not have dealt with it the way I had, and I'm sorry."

"Well apology accepted. Nice seeing you again Kendall." I moved back in my house slowly and tried to shut my door but he put his long, tall body in the way, with one hand on the wood of the door. I glanced up at his face and he frowned.

"I'm trying here Logan. It's not easy for me to face you, you of all people and apologize, okay? SO just hear me out, please?" I stepped back eyebrows raised trying my hardest to ignore the pain in my leg.

"Hear you out? Oh I'm sorry you didn't get it all out a couple days when you basically told me to kill myself? Why should I even listen to one word you say? Owe…" I felt my body giving out, and braced myself for falling on my face as my knee buckled under my weight.

"Logan…" I was caught even before I fell, and opened my eyes to see Kendall gracefully, and easily picking me up. I was forced to wrap my arms around his neck as he carried me like a bride to my couch. "You need to get that wrapped. And elevated and iced."

"Okay mister know it all." I was put gently on my couch and put my head back. "I can take care of myself."

"I can see your doing a bang up job." I looked up fast and saw him smile as he took off his coat. He tossed it to the chair by my fireplace. He pushed up the sleeves on his long black and white baseball type shirt and walked towards my hallway. "You got an Ace wrap or something?" I tried my hardest to watch him disappear down my hallway, but I could only hear him. I groaned putting my pain free leg up, bent, and closed my eyes pulling my blanket back over my body. "All this junk in here, and no ace wrap?"

"You can leave anytime you want jerk." I heard him chuckle and it only infuriated me more. "What do you want Kendall? You said sorry, I forgave you. Can you go now?" It went quiet. I groaned loudly and sat up, opening my eyes. Kendall was standing over me, looking down holding a first aid kit. I frowned and watched as he sat on the edge of my coffee table. He pushed my bag of puffy Cheetos to the side, and put the first aid kit down. "Seriously…why are you helping me?" He looked up at me and was completely blank. He took a wrap out of the blue first aid kit I didn't even know I had and looked down, unwinding it, very slowly.

"I went yesterday with James to see his new apartment. When he got me there he told me he went out on a date." I raised my eyebrows and he shrugged. "It felt…weird. Here I am, completely heartbroken, hating myself for being a dick to a nice guy like you, and he has the balls to tell me he's moved on already?" He looked up, eyebrows raised and I swallowed hard pushing my blanket off my body. "And not just from me mind you. He had two hot guys, and already has moved onto a third. I guess it was that male nurse that looked him over at the hospital. I can see the attraction. He's young and cute…built, smart…but how can it be that easy for him?"

"James is a certain sub species of the human male. Half the time he tells you he loves you and only cares about you. And the other half of the time, he's scheming on his next move. James is a player by definition." I chuckled looking ahead at my blinds open, to show a stormy looking sky. "I know what I did was wrong. Sleeping with him, because I knew he was with you. And I'm sorry I did it. But I hate knowing…the whole time I played his game with him, all he did was play me right back."

"I don't blame you Logan. Between his ridiculous good looks, smooth lines and huge dick, no one would be able to resist." I turned to Kendall fast and saw him smirk as he hit my thigh softly. "Let me get your knee wrapped up, and then I'll get out of your hair." I turned very slowly toward shim and hissed at the pain as my foot hit his leg. I pushed through the pain however and turned, facing him so he could wrap my knee. He cleared his throat as he gently started to wrap up my knee, softly and slowly. I looked down at his handiwork and sat back, relaxed.

"Have you done something like this before? I mean…I'm not really familiar with injuries and all that. I was a book worm in high school so I never got hurt." He looked up and we locked eyes. "I'm just wondering if its going to heal alright? Not that it really matters because I won't be leaving my house anytime soon…" He chuckled looking back down and I gently laid my head back.

"When I was high school I played hockey. I even went to college to play. I was pretty good, not to sound full of myself." I smiled and he turned to the first aid, kit grabbing a small little medal clip for the wrap. "I loved the sport, I really did, but the pressure to be good…great…one of the best was too much. My dad was my biggest support and fan but…it went to the extreme. He was making me drill and practice every single day and night. I was always throwing up my food because of stress…I was anti social because hockey was the most important thing according to my dad." I looked down at my knee to see it wrapped up and he locked his hands together between his open legs. I looked up at his face and saw him looking sad. "I finally had enough in my sophomore year, of hockey. I got so fed up with my dad that one day in practice I got in one of my team mates faces. I started shoving him, slamming him in the boards…until he snapped, threw his gloves off, tore off his helmet and shoved me as hard as he could. I fell so hard onto the ice I busted up my right knee. Lucky for me I wasn't wearing any pads on my legs that day. It ended my hockey career."

"Kendall I'm so sorry…" He laughed and shook his head.

"You missed the point Logan. I wanted to fuck up. I wanted to get hurt so bad, I couldn't play anymore. And it worked. My dad let me finish my business degree, gave me some money to start up my bakery and here I am happy as ever." I sat up nodding and he shrugged. "The best part of that story is who the guy was, that pushed me." I smirked and looked down at my wrapped knee. "Carlos felt really bad, but when I told him how miserable I was, he asked if I needed him to do any more damage. And we've been best friends ever since." It hurt hearing Kendall say Carlos's name. I closed my eyes and tensed up swallowing hard. "SO to answer your question…yes I've dealt with something like this before. Your knee is gonna be fine. It looks like you just hit it really hard. It's gonna be sore and its gonna be swollen, but nothings broken. Take some Advil and you'll be okay." I nodded slowly and closed my eyes seeing him standing up slowly. "Well…I'll let you relax. I would say call me if you need anything, but I can guarantee you don't have my number anymore so…" I raised my head fast and watched him, turn pulling the sleeves back down on his arms. When he started to slip on his coat I heard my stomach grumble and did a really stupid thing.

"Kendall?" He turned, raising his eyebrows and I shrugged picking up my phone.. "I was gonna order some Chinese. And the place I always order from gives me way too much. All the time. If you don't have any other plans…and f your hungry…I mean I don't want the food to go to waste." I looked up at him, seeing him smiling at me. "Would you like to stay for dinner? Maybe watch some horrible reality TV with me? I'm not much for company seeing as I can barely walk but…" I shrugged again and felt my cheeks go hot. "I understand if I'm the last person you want to have a meal with but…"

"I actually don't have any plans." I swallowed hard glancing around me and tried to start cleaning up. "Between you and me…I'd take your company over James or Carlos." I looked up again and watched him walk his coat to the coat hanger by my door. I pulled my blanket off the seat next to me on the couch. He walked to it and slowly and carefully sat on it. When he sat right next to me, I got a strong scent of his cologne. It made me look into his green eyes as he spoke. "James…well I just don't want to be near him, and Carlos…oh my God all he does is talk about you. Logan this…Logan that. I think I know more about you than you do." I blushed again and smiled looking down at my phone. "He really does care about you. He just…tried to help me out."

"I don't care." He frowned and looked away taking off his beanie. "I trusted him. I exposed my scars to him and I felt connected to him. All he did was ruin it. Besides…it was two weeks, barely that we were together. I'm not gonna hope for a future with someone like that."

"Right because your type is the already taken." I turned to Kendall fast and he smiled big putting up his hands. "I'm joking. That was supposed to make you laugh." I frowned shoving him slightly and sat back in my seat folding my hands over my stomach. "You know what sounds really nice right now?" Kendall gently laid back down next to me, also folding his hands over his stomach. I glanced up at his face as he smiled small and shook his head. "I would love, to curl up into a ball on your floor in front of the fire, and pass out." I laughed making him turn to me and I groaned, getting myself up. His hand was on me quick, as I almost fell back but I shoved him off.

"Follow me." I limped walking down my hallway, very slowly, and was grateful he was following.

"Now I see why James was into you. Cute butt." I flipped him off over my shoulder, suddenly feeling very exposed. I was only in my boxers and a plain white t-shirt. In front fo the guy who was dating the guy, I was sleeping with. All kinds of awkward.

When I walked him into my room, I could hear him stop at my door as I climbed in my bed, falling on my back hard. When my head hit the pillow I stared at him and smirked. "I promise my bed isn't a trap…and if you wouldn't mind, the switch by the fire place turns it on." His mouth dropped open as I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "I'm not gonna force you but…my bed is warm and comfortable. You wanted to sleep…I'm offering you a bed." I looked back to him and saw him chuckle as he kicked out of his shoes. He walked slowly towards my fireplace and flipped on the switch. My room lit up with light and instant warmth. He very carefully and slowly pulled back the covers on my right side and climbed in, also lying on his back. When he got comfortable, he sighed out and put his hand son his stomach over the blanket. I glanced at his face, but looked away quickly seeing him turn to me.

"This isn't weird is it? I mean…given our past…."

"Well if you don't bring it up, it won't be weird. It's just two friends…taking a nap."

"Friends?" I turned to him fast, embarrassed, but he was smiling. He nodded turning away and I sighed out looking back up at my ceiling.

"Friends…"

"I think I can get used to that." I closed my eyes smirking, hearing him yawn. I pulled the blanket up completely under my chin and snuggled in my bed. "Not to bring up the weird again…but I think if James walked in right now, his poor little cock would explode." I opened my eyes fast and turned my head to see him facing me. He smirked and shrugged. I rolled my eyes looking back up at my ceiling and opened my mouth, just to close it back up. I couldn't help the little smirk spread across my face as one single word escaped past my lips.

"Little?"

Real quick, poll type question: Who would be pissed to see this end up with Kogan? A beautiful reader put that idea in my head so…let me know? Review, or PM me.