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Chapter 4

"Thanks." Julian took the drink from the waitress and set it on the table in front of him, staring into its depths as though it was foreign to him.

"It's Coke, Jules," Derek said from across the table, where he had his phone out and was texting his girlfriend – or one of them, Logan had informed Julian that Derek was quite the womanizer.

"I know what it is, I ordered it, didn't I?" Julian snapped, still staring at the little bubbles.

He was actually looking at the drink because Logan's leg had bumped into his under the table.

And Logan wasn't moving it.

Neither was Julian.

"Just making sure, I don't know what goes on in your brain these days," Derek replied bitterly, and still Julian wondered how Derek actually felt about him. Yes – Logan told him that Derek was quite fond of Julian. But it wasn't the same. Julian didn't get the same vibe from Derek that he got from Logan. Even through all of Logan's tough words and rude attitude toward Julian, Julian felt like he knew that Logan truly liked him. Maybe even loved him, as a best friend or perhaps more.

The leg that was still touching Julian's suggested that maybe Logan really did like him as more than a best friend.

"So." Logan looked at Julian with a knowing glint in his eye, and Julian's heart began to race. "We have to catch an early flight tomorrow morning, how about we not stay up late tonight? I think we should finish our dinner here and go to bed as soon as possible. You guys remember what happened last time we stayed up all night and arrived at the airport too late the next morning?"

Derek laughed, just as Julian said loudly, "No."

Derek's eyebrows raised and Logan's leg jerked away from Julian's as Logan turned to look at him.

"Shit." Logan ran a hand through his hair.

Julian, seeing his distress and loving it, just smirked.

"I…" Logan seemed to have nothing to say to this.

"Well, this is awkward…" Derek said quietly, staring at the screen of his phone.

"Yeah, I didn't even-" Logan started, but was cut off.

"No, what you just said isn't awkward. What's awkward is that my girlfriend just texted me that I'm the hottest blonde she's ever seen and last night was amazing." Derek gave a short laugh. "Guess she's out. It's good because there was that hot redhead I slept with last time we came to your place in the Hamptons and I wanted to see if she was here again…"

Logan laughed.

Julian didn't respond because he didn't know how to.

"Julian, could you turn off the light, please?" Logan asked from his bed. Julian, who was busy shoving his toiletries back into his bag, looked up at the light across the room.

"Not yet," he said, giving one last heave and finally fitting the smaller bag into the suitcase.

Logan grumbled. Julian crossed the room and flicked off the light, and the world was plunged into darkness.

"Now I can't see," Julian said to the darkness.

"Mmph," the darkness, in form of Logan's voice, said back.

Julian stood stock still.

"Use your cell phone," the darkness suggested grumpily.

Julian fished in his pocket for his phone, but realized it was on the bedside table. He still had to get around Derek's bed, and then Logan's bed to get to his own.

Hesitantly, he reached out with his hand, trying to picture the room as it had been with light. Logan's pants were balled up somewhere by the foot of his bed…the TV was on his right…He stepped forward. He waved his arms around in front of him, thankful that neither Derek nor Logan could see.

"Are you using your cell phone?" the darkness asked, shifting so that his sheets made a loud noise in the silence.

"No, it's on my bedside table," Julian replied, tripping over Logan's pants. He reached out a hand to steady himself, but there was nothing there, and he fell onto Logan's bed.

"Hey!" the darkness yelled, and Julian felt Logan rolling around, squirming to get his feet out from under Julian.

"Sorry!" Julian exclaimed, and was about to get up when he felt a hand on his arm.

Logan had untangled himself from his sheets and was inches from Julian's face, Julian could feel it, he knew, he just knew.

"I wish you could remember," Logan whispered, his hot breath on Julian's face, his nose inhaling it, his mouth longing for it, his eyes boring into the pitch black to see it.

"Teach me," Julian replied, heart racing, beat, beat, beat. He felt his face flush, but it didn't matter.

Julian didn't know what would have happened if Derek hadn't coughed to remind them of his presence.

Julian stood up and staggered the few feet to his bed, laid down on it, drew his covers up to his neck, and faced Logan's bed. He wondered if Logan was facing him, too. He wondered if they were actually looking at each other right now.

He decided they were. He smiled. He felt Logan smile back, though he couldn't be sure.

I wish you could remember.

Teach me.

Julian hoped Logan would teach him to remember. Julian wished he knew what Logan was talking about when he said 'I wish you could remember.' It was frustrating and terrible and here, in the darkness, Julian wished fervently that he hadn't lost his memory.

If he hadn't, he might know why Logan was acting the way he was – angry and flirty and wonderful and terrible. He might know if Logan had always acted this way. He might know what, exactly, had happened just before he passed out after he got shot.

There were so many things that Julian didn't understand.

Teach me.

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