Author's Note: I have no excuse for this time on why the chapter is SUPER late, well I do but it's a pretty lame excuse if you ask me. I just simply have lost my urge to write, maybe it was because my last fan fic that I updated had no reviews though it has almost 50 followers, if you guys would like to change that it's called Stop it All. However if you are strictly a Kogan fan maybe not your thing, it's a Kames story. Anyways I do appreciate all you guys on this story it has gotten the best results out of all my other stories and I can not thank you enough, and I hope you all stick around even when there's Topsy-turby updates. Anyways enough babbling and unto Chapter 4, Never let your imagination die CrazyMary01.
P.S: This idea for this chapter doesn't fully come from me. Me and my friend Brandon were joking around about my fan fiction, and in this playful fun he sparked
ideas for this story that were actually while extremely funny, also fit nicely with Logan's emotions.
Chapter Four- Drunken Choices
Logan wakes up in the morning with a tear streaked face, and a pounding temple. He looks at his phone and sees a text from none other than the asshole he cried himself to sleep over. He scoffs, wondering whatever he could want from him that he couldn't get from James. And he is thoroughly pleased by the message he has received.
Kendall 7:15 am: Hey sorry can't pick you up today, though I can drop you off after work.
Logan just scoffs again, and he briefly contemplates not going to work at all. Then of course something pricked him because it was Logan Henderson's nature to be present unless fully unable to go. At least when he was absolutely expected.
Against his will power Logan crawls out of bed, finding random jeans and a shirt to change into. He angrily stomps into the kitchen, to find his mother has left a note.
Honey we have guests coming over to the house tonight, If you could pour the Vodka in the glasses before leaving for work that would be great. Love, and Trust you, Mom.
I won't pour your damn Vodka, he mumbles in his mind, but I will drink it. Without one thought he pops the cap off the liquor and takes a swing. He feels the burn, and he is a bit shocked by it, considering this is the first drink of alcohol he has experienced. He quickly grows a liking to it, and he downs three shots, before aimlessly, and staggering, he walks out of the house. He's not sure where's he going and he doesn't care, but before Logan notices it he is staggering thorough the drive way to the coffee shop.
The same cashier is there as the yesterday.
"Hi," the cashier says brightly. "What can I get you"
"Kendall Schmidt's dick." He yells giving the cashier a twenty. She eyes the twenty slipped across the table then looks back at Logan as if he were insane.
"Sir we don't offer that here," she says raising her eye brow at Logan. Something about that statement makes Logan snap.
"No of course you don't. Because Kendall Schmidt's dick is James the room mates dick. Would you happen to know where I can find him, maybe he could help me out." Logan's sentences weren't slurred though it was obvious to the cashier that his digestive system was doused in a hefty amount of alcohol.
"Sir I think it'd be best if you left." She said calmly.
"This is so unfair," Logan screamed hitting his hands on the table. The cashier just backs up slightly afraid of the sudden out burst from the drunken boy. "He shouldn't be so hot, and so, and so, and so." Logan paused pondering his words, well at least somewhat, "old," he shouted. "He shouldn't be so fucking old." He laid his head in his arms and whined. "Fuck my life."
"Um sir," the cashier suddenly says. "Would you like some coffee," Without answering the question he gets up and leaves the coffee shop.
Logan arrives at work with three minutes to spare, and drunk as all hell. He staggers to the lunch room and sits down next to Derek.
"Logan!" the little boy shouts excitedly. Logan whined in his face, and the small boy scrunched his eyes together in confusion. "Why does the teacher have to be so amazingly sexy?" He asked the small boy. The boy just continued to scare and after five minutes, he speaks.
"What does sexy mean?" Logan laughed.
"It's what Mr. Schmidt is" He said with a whine head drooping down to the top of the lunch table.
"Does Mr. Schmidt know he's sexy."
"I'm sure he does Derek, I'm sure he does." The bell rings and Logan, lost in his drunken state, doesn't notice it.
"Logan, are we going to class?"
"No we're staying here, because that fucking teacher is too sexy for my eyes." The kindergarteners all looked over at Logan, hearing the swear word escape his mouth.
"What," He asked looking around the room of children. They just stared at him with wide eyes.
"Logan," Kendall was suddenly behind him. "The Children were supposed to be in the classroom five minutes ago." Logan turned around and faced him. He said nothing to the teacher, and then suddenly he cocked his head to the side, studying his assistant. "Children line up outside in the hallway, I hear any horsing around and you will clip down the behavior chart." The kids began shuffling one by one outside to the hallway, leaving the teacher and his assistant in the lunchroom together alone.
"Logan are you drunk?" He asked after a minute of silence, and taking in Logan's appearance. Logan just giggled. That was all Kendall needed for conformation. "What the hell Logan, you can't just show up to work intoxicated."
"But you can show up with your face."
"Logan that didn't even make sense. I'm getting a sub to watch the children and taking you home right now." Logan hiccupped and laid his head on the table, suddenly having a major head ache.
"No," Logan grumbled stubbornly as Kendall attempted to pull Logan away from the table. His head fell back falling into Kendall's stomach.
"Dammit Logan," Kendall gritted through his teeth. The sound of the teacher's voice made him giggle. "Logan fucking stop clinging to the table, you're going home." Kendall grabbed the protesting teenager by the waist.
"But Kendall," Logan whined, "I don't wanna go home. I wanna stay here and sleep. I didn't sleep at all last night because I was crying too bad."
"What?" Kendall asked stopping the struggle with Logan for just an instant. "Why were you crying." Kendall saw a few tears stroll down Logan's face.
"Because I'm stupid." Logan whimpered, "And not good enough."
"Not good enough for what." Logan's body begins to shake with fear, he couldn't let this out, even if he were drunk he knew what he was about to say, and his drunken state didn't diminish the fear in the slightest.
"It doesn't matter." Logan was now crying into the teacher's chest.
"Logan, tell me." Kendall urged wiping the tears away with his thumbs.
"No you'll think it's stupid, hell I think it's stupid. Please just let me keep it to myself." Kendall sighed but gave up.
"Come on Logan let's get you home, The only thing you need right now is rest." Logan sighed, feeling a little more sober than he was a few hours ago
"No I need to be here," Logan said shaking his head. Kendall handed him a water bottle hoping that it would help him sober up maybe even a little bit more. Logan opens the lid with shaky hands and takes a sip of the liquid.
"I don't know if you should. Being intoxicated around the children will only look bad for you Logan, especially considering the fact you're under age." Him being underage to do ANYTHING was making it's self apparent lately.
"But staying will prove I'm a hard worker."
"That doesn't change the fact you're under the influence."
"I feel a little better now," Logan said truthfully.
"Logan, I still really think you should go home."
"Kendall if I wanna stay, I wanna stay. You can't exactly force me."
"Being intoxicated around children no matter how you dice it, is bad. For one you'll have a screaming head ache all day, and their scream won't make your scream better. For another thing, you need rest to avoid a hang over otherwise you'll feel even worse tomorrow. From what I saw you have trouble controlling your tongue."
"What do you mean?" Logan asked just praying to god that he said something in his struggle, and that the teacher hadn't heard him talking of the teacher's sexiness with the small boy.
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"When your come back was, "but you can show up with your face."" Logan's muscles relaxed at the teachers words, and his head instantly began to spin. "Logan come on, let's get you home." He pulled Logan up by his arm to steady his walking.
"Wait have the children been in the hallway the whole time?" Logan asked. He was already going to be on the boss' bad side for going home. The last thing he needed was a write-up for leaving the children unattended.
"No James has them." Kendall answered calmly.
"James, as in your roommate James," Kendall gave him a look.
"No the alien James. Of course my roommate. He works here as a substitute teacher when ever one needs him." Logan just nodded and then began walking again, waiting at the door for Kendall who was looking at the screen of his phone. Logan watches the teacher as his eyes scans the screen, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. All Logan can think? It must be a text from James.
His mood falls ad he's glad he's taken the teachers offer to go home. Although he would feel better if he didn't have to drive home with Kendall.
"I have bus fare." Logan pipes without thinking. Kendall gives him a weird look.
"Logan you're not walking home while you're drunk anything could happen to you."
"Kendall, I may be drunk, but I'm still somewhat in my right mind. In fact I'm sobering up by the minute"
"Oh really try to walk straight." Logan does his best to follow the line the tiles make on the lunch room floor, and he fails before taking one step. Again he was somewhat in the right mindset.
"That settles it I'm taking you home." Logan groans.
"I'm not a baby." He cries "I can take care of myself."
"Logan right now, you're acting like one, now come on clock out and let's go." Logan doesn't argue he just does as he's told, and hopes the ride will pass quickly.
"Why are you unbuckling your seat belt" Logan asked as he stepped out of Kendall's car. The heat of summer felt nice after stepping out o the air-conditioned vehicle.
"I'm ensuring that you find your way to your bed." Logan rolled his eye, but again didn't argue. If he learned anything today it was the blonde, no matter if Logan liked it or not, was going to get his way. Kendall follows Logan up the walk way to his door, and Logan reaches behind the arrangement of flowers on the window seal to retrieve the key from its secure hiding place.
He turns the lock, and Kendall is engulfed in the smell of Vanilla and Peaches, The house though wasn't extremely big it was a decent size, and was well decorated. Each room seemed to have its own unique color scheme. The dining room was decked out in black and white, while the living room was a baby blue color with a gray shade surrounding windows and furniture. The kitchen was bright yellow with apples as the theme for decoration, and the bathroom was a royal red, mixed with multiple shades of brown in a clash-y but beautiful design. Kendall walked around admiring the various pictures and decorations about the living room.
"Is this your dad and sister in this picture here." Kendall asked.
"Yeah," Logan answered. "At least back then it was. My sister was 10 , she's 14 now. And then my dad was 32 in that picture. That was taken about a week before they left." Logan suppressed the tears at the thought of his family members abandoning him. He didn't want to cry about it, not now, not in front of Kendall. "Wanna see my bedroom?" He asked wanting to switch the subject.
"Well to make sure you make it to your be I'm going to have too," Kendall laughed. Logan laughed too though it was more of a nervous laugh. H was nervous to have the teacher in his room for reasons he was still slightly unsure of, and Logan didn't know if now they were alone if he could really contain himself with Kendall so close. They walk up the stairs and Logan opens the door to his room.
Kendall enters the room behind Logan. Logan's room is probably the least decorated Kendall has seen in the whole house. He's walls are a dark blue, and the shades an off white. Various comic book posters, and magazines are scattered about different surfaces f the room and the bed is messy and camouflaged.
It seemed like typical teenage boy in his eyes. Logan walks over to his bed and lies down. Kendall can tell the brunette is exhausted. Logan curls into his pillow and look over at Kendall suddenly standing at the foot of his bed.
"There I'm in bed," Logan says. It was sounding as if Logan was already drifting off.
"I'm staying here until you fall asleep. I don't trust that you'll stay there." Kendall walks around the bed and seats himself right on the edge, and Logan's heart stops at how close he is. If Logan were to sit up he would be nose to nose with the sexy teacher. He needed to find his control, the only thing he could think to do is ask questions. After all he still hadn't learned much about the Blonde.
"What made you want to become a teacher."
"Random much?" Kendall smiled.
"No just highly curious."
"Well I guess I just never really have seen myself doing anything else. I always got along real well with kids, and one day I knew that I wanted to work with them, but at the same time still be an inspiration in their life, and to lead them away from self-destruction." Kendall averts his gaze from Logan to the brown carpet on the floor.
"Has there been anything else you ever thought about doing?"
"Yes actually when I was a freshmen in high school. I love music, and I play the guitar. Then the guitar was my life, and well I had a rock star fantasy. And before I became a teacher I was even in a signed band. Though we were very low-key. Our biggest concert series was Warped Tour back in 2008." Logan stared at the teacher amazed at the teacher,wondering how someone so awesome could be sitting here and talking to someone as boring as him. "I left the band shortly after that when my friend Dustin announced that he needed a bassist for his band, and then that ended when I went on to be a teacher."
"Why did you decide to give it up."
"Well for one if we failed, I had nothing to fall back on. Then there was also that little nag that said teaching, no matter how much I loved music, was something that I wanted to do all along."There was a silence in the room after that. Though it wasn't awkward for the pair. Well at least not for Kendall. For Logan it was nerve wrecking.
The more time that passed with Kendall just sitting there, the more the temptation to reach out and just even touch him grew. He was finding his self-control was slowly dissipating as each second past. He took in the rise and fall of the teacher's chest as he breathed in and out. And he watched as he twiddled his thumbs in his lap, and then he turned with green eyes to look at him, and Logan lost it.
"So wh-" Kendall couldn't finish because suddenly Logan was in his lap smashing their lips together.
Well read and review let me know what you think, another thing my friends gave me a great idea to make my updates original. I decided I would have commentary at the end so if you would like to put a comment on the next update (It can be anything at all) I will gladly post it after my ending Author's Note Well that all until next time. Never let your imagination die, CrazyMary01