Author's Note: So sorry for taking so long to update. I was having major computer problems. I finally got a laptop though and then I was having problems with software. It wasn't genuine and now my Microsoft Suit is "unlicensed" sooo now I must rely on open office. Okay enough rambling about my life and on to the world of this fan fic. Okay so I just want to say thank you to all who made this story a favorite and followed this story. 37 alerts is the most I've ever gotten within 2 chapters and really I appreciate each one of you taking time to read my story Okay on to your chapter.- Never let your imagination die, CrazyMary01
Chapter Three Coffee Talk
As it rounds four thirty Logan is jumping with impatience. He has, in all actuality, been ready to leave since Kendall offered to get coffee after school. He knew his infatuation with Kendall was sick, but when it's attraction at first sight, why deny it? He is bouncing in place as one by one the kids sit down on the carpet in the waiting room. Four twenty-eight, still two agonizing minutes to go.
He watches the clock intently for those two minutes.
"Alright," Tina's voice calls. "Summer teacher's assistants may report to the reading lounge for sign out." Logan is the first to move. He practically runs to the lounge where his time sheet awaits his signature. The pen doesn't seem to sprawl across the paper fast enough.
Logan rushes out the reading lounge doors, then pauses. Leisure pace, he thinks to himself. You don't want to make your obsession with him obvious. He tried his best to walk calmly to where the teacher told him he would be waiting. As Kendall's obvious figure comes into view, it takes all of Logan's will power to not squeal in excitement. Kendall smiles at him, and he feels like the fan girl surrounding their super star. He swears he is about to faint on the spot.
"Ready to go?" Kendall asked. All Logan can do is nod. The glimpse after not seeing the teacher for thirty minutes, still taking the toll on his brain. Logan's heart begins to beat in his head as Kendall holds the door open for him. Logan almost made the clichéd, "such a gentlemen" remark. However the screams of the number, or age rather, twenty-two stopped the remark dead in its tracks. When in the car Kendall turns up the radio before cranking up the A.C., Logan has sweat on his palms, though it's for reasons other than the blistering heat of summer days.
"So where are we going?" He asks realizing he hadn't said one word to the sexy teacher since he entered his presence.
"The coffee shop a little ways up the road." Kendall said, eyes meeting Logan's in the center mirror. He flashes another smile, and Logan feels the blood rush to his cheeks. " So Logan what do you like to do on your spare time."
"Well nothing really," Logan wanted to slap himself for how stupid he sounded. "Listen to music, stuff like that." As the words roll off his tongue the red on his cheeks darkens.
"Come on there has to be something you love too." Logan purses his lips searching for words. There wasn't much Logan could call a hobby. Ever since he came out of the closet, he hadn't really gotten out enough to discover what his true passion was. He explained that to the teacher, and once again his blush became redder. I'm the most boring person on the planet, he tells himself. Not another word is said until they arrive at the coffee shop. Logan wills his blush away as they walk the way to the door. They walk up to the counter and there stands the cashier, she has dark hair, and it is cut into a bob. She sports an Incubus tee-shirt, and black skinny Jeans. She smiles politely at them, and even winks at Logan. Logan just smiled back, not wanting to be rude, but not really wanting to show interest either.
"Oder anything you want." Kendall smiles at Logan and then tells the cashier what he would like to drink. Logan takes his time studying the menu. It was rather hard to concentrate with Kendall so close to him. He's even taking my ability to read a menu, Logan thinks as he just orders the name of the first drink he could read properly.
"Your orders will be out shortly," the cashier says and sweeps her hand across the lobby as indication they can have a seat. Kendall leads Logan over to a little table in the back, and pulls out his chair for him.
"So how was your first day on the job?" Kendall asks as he situated himself in his own seat.
"It was better than I expected," Logan answered. "But my coworkers are still dicks."
"Yeah I figured that out too. The one Somali guy said I was a fagot and had a special place in hell, that's the first Muslim I ever met that shunned people that bad for not following his religion,"
"Do you have a religion?" Logan asked suddenly realizing he hadn't really asked Kendall much about himself.
"No, actually I have a major problem with organized religion, plus there is no way in hell you can follow half of those books. They we're all written by humans, and humans make mistakes. There's no way to ensure the people that were, supposedly chosen to write, actually even listened to or even heard what they called a god. So with that being the case how can you ever know which religion is real. Humans can be very deceiving and use whatever they can to obtain power"
"So you're an atheist?"
"No," there was a slight pause as Kendall gathered his thoughts. "I'm agnostic I don't believe in no presence of a god, but I don't believe in a particular god either." Kendall traced circles with his fingers on the table as he looked at Logan. "And you?"
"Religion has been touchy, I believe in God, Jesus Christ, and the holy spirit, but like you have a problem with church. They're not exactly big on homosexuality, but nowhere flat out in the bible does it say that my quote on quote "choice" is wrong, I studied it, with the one verse they all used. They say sodomite means someone who partakes in anal sex, if that is the case then it applies to woman as much as it does men, but there was also a city as you probably know called Sodom, so doesn't that mean just maybe God meant the people of Sodom and from with-in that land, were not allowed to enter his promised land for the Jews." Logan blushed feeling as if he was rambling but to his surprise when he lifted his eyes up to meet Kendall's, he seemed genuinely intrigued.
"That's an interesting thought. I may use it against the next Anti-Homosexual christian that comes knocking on my door." After that conversation is small talk, until their drinks arrive. Once the waitress walks away, Kendall turns too Logan looking him dead in the eye, Logan's heart begins to pump. It was the reason he was trying to avoid the teacher's stare, but there it was now. Those bright green eyes staring into his.
"So do you live around this area?" Kendall asks sipping his drink. Logan misses the question because he's busy staring at the teacher's mouth. He wonders what it would be like to kiss those plush pink lips, and he blushes at the thought. Suddenly Kendall's hand is waving in front of his face. "Hello earth to Logan," he laughs. Logan's blush deepens. "I asked you if you lived around here." He repeats smile on his face.
"Oh," The blush he willed away returned with a vengeance. "Sort of, I live about three miles that way."
"Really how did you get to work this morning."
"City bus." Logan replied, as his blush faded, "I take the 5, 21, and the 7"
"Dude that sounds like a lot of work, why don't I just pick you up, you don't seem too far out of the way." Logan's heart did a double flip. Riding with him every day would mean more alone time. How could he possibly say no to that. Logan is sure his face has lit up ten fold, but at the moment, he didn't care enough to blush like he has millions of times in the past five minutes.
"I would love to," He answers enthusiastically. He is bouncing in his seat with the fifteen extra minutes he'll have with Kendall before, and after work. He's so ecstatic that the number twenty-two that usually screamed in his head is silenced. The conversation dies as they finish their hot drinks, and when they have both sipped their last sip, Logan reaches for his wallet and pulls out a 5 dollar bill and hands it to Kendall.
"Thanks for the coffee." Kendall passes the five back to Logan.
"No problem." He smiles. Logan slips the five back, only to have the green paper returned to him by Kendall.
"Take the five Kendall," Logan says slipping it back in front of his face.
"Nope," Once again the five dollars is pushed the other way. "My treat." He smiles again, but this time the effect is has on Logan has slightly dissipated. He was growing irritated.
"Well my debt here you go." Logan begins to slid the bill across the table again, but Kendall meets his hand half way. Logan feels a jolt through his body at the slight contact.
"Logan your coffee wasn't even five dollars. It was three-fifty."
"Oh well there's a dollar-fifty tip." Logan tries his best to push Kendall's hand and the dollar back to Kendall's side, but the attempt is in vain because Kendall's strength over powers his own.
"Logan really it was no trouble, keep your money." Kendall takes Logan hands and closes it around the five dollar bill. And Logan blushes. He looks up at the teacher again and there eyes meet, and now Logan is lost in those green irises. The money, and argument, are both long forgotten. As he stares into Kendall's green eyes. No words are said, and he has no idea how long he's been standing there, but suddenly, Kendall's phone rings. It brings Logan out of his daze, and he looks at the ground once again blushing.
Kendall swipes his thumb across the phone and puts an end to the annoying ring tone, and places it at his ear.
"What do you want man?" There is silence as Logan watches Kendall's face.
"I went out with a coworker bro, and you better clean that up." More silence, and Kendall blushes, Logan is suddenly intrigued. "Yes," he answers sounding embarrassed. "Shut the fuck up," He suddenly screams and laughs. "See you when I get home bro." Kendall ends the call and places the phone in his pocket.
"What was that about," Logan asks.
"Just my room-mate James, he's an idiot." Kendall smiles "Other then his stupidity he's a pretty chill guy to live with." Kendall scratches the back of his neck. "Ready to go?" He pipes. Logan nods, and they begin heading for the door. When the reach the car Logan makes the mistake of looking at Kendall, or rather looking down at Kendall. What makes him look down, the tent sticking out of Kendall's pants. He briefly recalls the blush as Kendall talked to his room mate, and his mood falls, as he thinks about the things Kendall must do with James behind closed doors. He averts his eyes from Kendall's boner to out the car window.
He gives Kendall brief directions as they drive, but when they arrive at his empty house all he can do is go to his room, lay on his bed, and cry out the tears. Then somewhere within his tears, he noticed his hand is still clamped around the five dollar bill.
Ending note: Okay so I hope this can make up for not updating sooner. Please review I feel it may be a little to random, and your opinions are very much appreciated because it doesn't only make me a better writer but it gives you a better story. I promise to try an update quicker.