Chapter 2: Unspoken Words Turn into Flirtatious Bantering
Logan groggily woke up the next morning and sat up, wiping his eyes. As he did so, all of yesterday's events and thoughts came back into his mind. He groaned and stood up, feeling a slight pain in his neck. He must've fallen asleep weird last night. He was naked, and a still damp towel sat on the floor. Sighing, he picked it up and put it back where it belonged, in the bathroom. He walked back out to go to his clothes and pick out what to wear. Unconsciously thinking of those green eyes he saw so many times yesterday, he grabbed a forest green sweatshirt, gray graphic t-shirt, and black jeans. He quickly pulled on his boxers and got dressed, then went to go brush his teeth and finish getting ready.
As he went downstairs, he realized that Jessica, his foster mother, was already gone. She probably had an early shift at the hospital. He grabbed a bagel and put it in the toaster, sitting down to wait. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to think of what was wrong with him. He had never felt this way for a guy before. There were so many times before this where he was lusting over a girl, but it was never this bad. He had never ached for someone to touch him, someone to be near him, as bad as he did when thinking of Kendall. He wanted, no, he needed, to be with Kendall. It was the only thing he could think about lately. The only thing he seemed to want. It was like a- pop! The toaster popped up his bagel, forcing Logan out of his thoughts. Sighing once again, he took it out and buttered it, grabbed a paper towel and his bag, and left to go walk to school.
Logan walked into his homeroom and scoured a place to sit. He was later than everyone else, as the bell was about to ring in about two minutes. The only empty seat was next to Kendall, behind James. He took in a deep breath, and slowly walked over to it, placing his things down. He sat down quickly, avoiding eye contact with the three boys around him.
"Logan," He heard James say as he looked up. "It's been a while. How've you been?"
"F-fine James," He forced out. Oh god, am I stuttering? He thought to himself. Kendall must think I'm in idiot. "And you?"
"Good," James answered, smiling. Logan let out a sigh of relief at the fact that James was being kind, but he still wasn't at ease yet. There was still the fact of who he was sitting next to.
"Hey bro," Carlos said, smiling his cheeky little smile. He got up to give Logan a hug. "I've missed you!" He sat back down, still smiling.
"I missed you too Carlos," Logan laughed, as Carlos nodded enthusiastically.
"Oh, and this is Kendall," James said, pointing to the blond next to Logan. Yes, I know it's Kendall, Logan thought to himself as his palms started to sweat. Do I look at him or shake his hand or what?
"Hey," He heard a smooth, pure voice say. He looked up and saw Kendall looking down at him, smiling. Oh god, that smile. Logan had to stop himself from leaning forward and kissing him right then and there. "Nice to meet you." Kendall stuck his hand out for a shake, and Logan avoided eye contact as he shook his hand. It was warm and soft, not too big, but not too small. Way too soft for a jock.
"H-hey," Logan retorted, quickly pulling his hand away. He could feel his face burning. "I-it's nice to meet you t-too." He looked down as Kendall smiled again. God, he could die in that smile. Then, the first period bell rang, signaling that it was time to go.
After his first three periods, he again made his way into Civics class. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to walk over to the seat next to Kendall and sat down. There was no way he was going to start talking to him anytime soon unless he got used to being near him. He opened up his notebook and started writing notes, trying to appear oblivious to the blond watching him. After about three minutes of dealing with the feeling of being stared at, he turned his head. In an instant, his chocolate brown eyes unintentionally made contact with the beautiful green ones. They held contact for a few minutes, before Logan turned back to the teacher, feeling his face growing warmer and warmer. He tried to concentrate on their teacher, Ms. Young, but the sound of Kendall taping his pencil was defeating the purpose of Logan trying to get him off his mind.
"Today," Ms. Young said, "We're going to start working with partners," Tap. "On a project." Tap. "This project will be eighty percent of your first quarter grade," Tap. "And I am allowing you, just this once," Tap. "To pick your own partners. So go." Tap. With that last tap, Logan couldn't take it anymore. He turned to Kendall.
"Kendall," He started, trying not to appear as nervous as he was. "Do you want to-" He was interrupted by a muscular, strong looking guy.
"Yo Kendall!" The guy yelled, walking up to him. "We workin' together bro?"
"Sure," Kendall answered, grabbing his stuff and walking toward his new partner. Logan held back tears as he watched him walk away.
"Hey Logie," He heard a soft voice say. He looked over to see his ex girlfriend, Camille, sitting where Kendall was just moments ago. "Do you want to work together?"
"Sure," He answered, blinking away his tears. It was going to be a long day.
It was sixth period, the class of the day. Logan sat in Algebra, finishing up his polynomial worksheet. He was good at anything that was dealing with math, so he was in his comfort zone at that moment. He was working on the last problem when the door to the classroom opened. He looked up to see Kendall walking in, an apologetic look on his face. Their teacher, Ms. Wilson, quickly walked over to Kendall, asking for the story as to why he was late. It was ten minutes until the end of class, and there was really no point in coming that late. So why was he here? After a few exchanges between the two, Kendall came over and sat down next to Logan. Logan wanted to smile, but he was still pretty mad about the situation in Civics. So when he was finally finished his worksheet, he just stared at his desk, trying not to focus on anything else but the marks in the wood and the words that people etched onto it. Then, he felt something touching his arm. He looked over and saw a note sitting on his desk. Hey, did I kind of offend you in any way? Seems like you kinda hate me… -K. Logan's eyes wondered over every letter on the note, noticing how certain letters were curly and neat, and others were sloppy and messy. He sighed before grabbing his pencil, ready to write a response. Nope, I'm just not having a very good day. I don't hate anyone. He quickly passed it back to Kendall, and started packing his things up. Then, the bell rang. Logan could finally go home and relax. When he sat back up, the class was nearly empty, and the note was sitting back on his desk, folded neatly. He opened it up, not expecting anything else to be written. But written there was the response that made Logan smile so brightly. Good, I wouldn't want you to hate me. You're too awesome for that. Text you later. :) He didn't even wonder how Kendall got his number as he folded up the note and put it in his pocket. He was just happy to know that Kendall thought he was awesome.
Later that night, Kendall sat in the living room with his little sister Katie and his mom. They were watching a movie, one he had already seen. He smiled at his sister, who was laughing at something stupid that one of the characters did. Then, he thought of earlier. Logan had looked so scared to talk to him, and he wondered why. He didn't think he made a bad impression, and he didn't say anything that was close to mean. So what was it? He quickly composed a text to James, asking if he had Logan's number. The response came back almost instantly, and Kendall smiled at the lack of questions that came with it. That's what he liked about his friends. They didn't ask a question when he asked something that was different than usual. Saving the number, he smiled as he sent a text to Logan. Hey there stranger. :) He wrote, hoping it wasn't too informal. He sat for a while, waiting for a response back.
Logan was eating dinner when he heard his phone let out a beep in the other room. Jessica had a strict, no phones at the table rule, and he wasn't one to disobey anyone. He took his time eating, thinking it was just Camille, texting him about their project. They had finished almost all of it in class today, since they were both fast workers. But there were still some finishing touches to put on. When he was finished, he took his plate to the sink and rinsed it off, setting it down.
"May I be excused?" He asked. It was one of the other rules of the house.
"You may," Jessica answered, smiling and taking a sip of water. Logan walked out of the room, walking over to his phone. He looked at the text, frowning when he saw that it was a number he didn't recognize. Hey there stranger. :) It read. Logan quickly wrote back, hoping it wasn't some murderer or something. Hello, also stranger. Who might u be? After sending it, his phone beeped almost instantly. He looked down at the text, his heart racing faster as he read who it was. It's Kendall. Told u I would text u. ;) Logan walked up the stairs heading to his room, trying to think of something to write back. Oh god. He thought to himself, opening his room door. He put a wink face though. How do I respond to that? He paced around his room until he thought of something to write. Opening up the text again, he typed out Well, glad I know ur a man of ur word. ;) He hoped it wasn't too forward of him to say, but for some odd reason, he felt more brave than he usually was. Once again, he instantly got a text back. I would never lie. Especially to some1 I hope 2 possibly be friends with. What do u say? Want 2 be friends? How could Logan ignore an invitation like that? Smiling, he quickly wrote back Of course. How can I pass that up? As he went to go take a shower, his phone beeped once more. It read a simple smiley face, which made Logan smile even more than he already had.
That morning, Kendall woke up thinking about a certain someone. He looked down at himself and groaned. He was not supposed to be thinking about boys like that. And he was definitely not supposed to be getting turned on by it. But as he walked into the bathroom to shower, he couldn't help but think of what Logan was doing at the moment. Was he still asleep? Was he making his hair look as adorably spiky as it was every single day? What if he was taking a shower, just like Kendall? Or what if he just showered at night? Kendall sighed, turning the water on and stepping into it. He ran his hands through his thick hair, lathering shampoo into it. He still couldn't help but think of Logan. What if he was with him right now? What would be happening? Kendall tried not to think about it as he washed the rest of his body, preparing for school.
Logan walked into homeroom with a smile on his face for the first time. Kendall had sent him a good morning text, which made his morning ten times better. As he walked over to his seat, he saw James and Carlos giving him looks of confusion. Logan usually looked nervous as hell in the morning. Now he looked, well, glowing. He sat down and smiled at them.
"Hey guys," He said, still smiling.
"Wow Logan," Carlos said, looking surprised. "I think this is the first time this year I've seen you actually happy."
"Did you get laid?" James asked, smirking. Logan blushed and smacked his friend, while Kendall and Carlos chuckled. "I'm kidding! But seriously, did you?"
"No," Logan answered, rolling his eyes. "I'm just in a good mood. Is that a crime?"
"No, I was just wondering," James said, rolling his eyes back at Logan. "Jeez."
"Hey Logan," Kendall said, finally talking. Logan smiled back at him, never taking his eyes off of the green ones that stared at him.
"Hey," Logan answered, his face slightly red.
James and Carlos looked at each other, obviously sensing something weird between the two boys. But yet they ignored it, knowing that maybe the two just shared a friendly bond.
After the first three hours of the day, Logan was looking forward to civics more than he usually was. He walked in and took his seat next to Kendall, smiling as the teacher started talking. Soon, they were instructed to start on their project again. Logan was about to get up, when he felt someone tap his shoulder. He looked to see Kendall standing sheepishly next to his desk, clearly about to have moved to go with his partner, but stopping to talk to Logan.
"H-hey, Kendall," Logan stuttered, silently scolding himself. Why did he always have to sound so squirrely near him?
"Hey Logan," Kendall said, fiddling with his shirt. Was he nervous? Logan thought to himself, shocked. "I was wondering if you maybe want to hang out after school. Like at my house, or maybe outside or something?"
"I, uh, yeah sure," Logan said, somewhat shocked that he asked first. "Should I meet you outside or, should we just leave together during Algebra?"
"Algebra is fine," Kendall smiled, nodding. Logan nodded back, and watched as Kendall walked away. Sighing, he took his eyes off of him to see Camille sitting next to him.
"Looks like someone has a little crush," She teased him, her eyes amused.
"Oh, hush." Logan answered, pulling out his textbook and trying not to show the fact that she was right.
After waiting for what felt like hours, Algebra finally started. Logan walked into the room and sat next to Kendall, trying not to appear as shaky as he felt. In an hour, he would be hanging out with Kendall, at his house. Logan didn't know how he didn't faint at the thought of it. It would be good to spend time with him though. This way he knew if there might be feelings or not. As the class went by, that's all Logan could think about. He couldn't concentrate on the work that was given to him, and he couldn't even begin to answer question without unconsciously spilling his guts about how he felt.
When the bell rang, he couldn't be more relieved. He quickly put his stuff away, eager to hang out with his crush, but also nervous. As he got up, Kendall matched his movements. They walked into the hallway together, without speaking, then to Kendall's car.
"So uh," Kendall started, unlocking the car. "We'll drive to my house, and hang out. My little sister is home, so she might bother us. But she's not that bad."
"T-that sounds fine," Logan answered, nervously opening the door and sliding into the gray seats. It was quiet on the drive to Kendall's. Both didn't know what to say.
They finally arrived at Kendall's house ten minutes later. It wasn't too far away, but it was better to drive than walk. Logan followed Kendall to the door, trying not to think of how awkward it was. They walked in, and Logan looked around. It was a nice, cozy looking home. It looked like the type of houses you saw in Christmas movies, with everything neat and tidy, and home-y items. A cat purred from the corner of the couch, and the light blue curtains fluttered in the breeze of the open windows.
"Katie," Kendall yelled, slightly scaring Logan out of his thoughts. "I'm home!"
"Okay big brother! I'm upstairs!" He heard a tiny voice yell back. Kendall dropped his bag on the floor in the corner, and instructed Logan to do the same.
"Uh. We can go upstairs if you want," Kendall said, heading toward the steps. Logan followed, his heart hammering in his ears. He didn't know why he was so nervous, he knew nothing would happen. But that was just him, being him. He watched as Kendall opened the door and followed him in, looking around once again. There were hockey posters on the wall, and a plain, normal bed sat in the room, across from the television that sat on the stand. Kendall sat down on the bed, and motioned for Logan to join him. Logan listened, awkwardly sitting down next to Kendall, looking more tense and uncomfortable than ever. He watched as Kendall turned on a random channel, then looked at him. Their eyes made contact, and Kendall laughed and looked down.
"What," Logan asked, his face red. He hoped Kendall wasn't laughing at him.
"Nothing," Kendall explained, still smiling. "You're just so tense. You okay?"
"Uh, yeah," Logan said, toying with the bottom of his shirt, trying hard to avoid eye contact. Slowly, he felt his chin being lifted up. He let out a gasp as he saw Kendall's eyes staring into his, inching closer and closer. His heart beat sped up, as he shut his eyes, preparing himself for what was about to happen. Then, the soft lips that he had been imagining, fantasizing about, were on his, softly grazing his. He put his arms around Kendall's neck, deepening the kiss. He felt Kendall's tongue softly graze his bottom lip, asking for access to be let in. Logan quickly opened his mouth, and felt Kendall's tongue slide inside, as the battle for dominance started. Kendall quickly won, and took control of Logan's mouth, eliciting a soft groan from the back of his throat. Kendall pulled away, grinning.
"I. Uh," Logan panted, still trying to gain his breath. "What just happened?" He watched Kendall's face go from excited to pained, as if he said something wrong.
"Was uh, did you not want me to?" Kendall said, his eyes quickly filling with sadness.
"No, no!" Logan exclaimed, leaning his forehead against Kendall's. "It's exactly what I wanted." And with that, they shared one final kiss, and fell asleep in each other's