AN: I know I'm taking forever to update. I'm so sorry, school is ruining my time to write D; I promise, every time I have off from school, I will write a chapter for you guys. Once again, I didn't proofread (sorry, I'm lazy, and my dinner is calling my name right now) so please ignore any errors. And thank you to all of you that have subscribed. I love you guys :3 Well, enjoy.3
Chapter 4: Just Two People In Love
Kendall woke up to the sound of his phone ringing loudly as the tiny sunshine that was beginning to rise shone through the windows of Kendall's room. He groaned and picked it up to see that it was Chuck. Pressing the ignore button, he rolled over and cuddled into Logan, smiling as he felt him grab his hand. He slowly drifted back off to sleep.
When Kendall woke back up his mother was standing above him, shaking him softly. "Wha..?" He mumbled, opening up his eyes slightly. He then realized that he was still spooning Logan, and his eyes shot open as he quickly sat up. "U-uh," He stuttered, looking into his mom's green eyes. Shit, He thought, rubbing the back of his neck. How am I going to explain this to her? I can't lie to her.
"It's okay," She said, smoothing her son's hair. "I heard about what happened when I met with the principle after work last night." She glanced over at Logan, who was now starting to stir. "Why didn't you tell me?"
'I didn't want you to hate me," He answered, running his hands through his hair.
"Sweetie, I could never hate you," She told him, kissing his forehead. "Never." She pulled him into a hug as he smiled, and laughed. Suddenly, Logan sat up, nervously looking up at Kendall's mom.
"Hello Logan," She said, standing up and preparing to walk out.
"H-hi," He stuttered, watching her walk out. He turned toward Kendall, his eyes wide. "Does she know?" He asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Yup," He answered, pulling Logan closer to him and putting his chin on top of the smaller boy's head. "And she's perfectly fine with it."
An hour later, the two boys sat at the kitchen table, eating the breakfast that Ms. Knight prepared. Kendall was eating a piece of bacon, when his phone let out a beep. He looked down to see a text from Chuck. Loser. It simply read. Kendall shook his head, deleting the text and putting his phone back into his pocket. He looked at Logan, who was eating bacon while staring off into space, appearing to be lost in thought. He looked at his partner's appearance, from the spiky brunette hair, past the dimples that appeared while he chewed, to the thin, yet somewhat muscular body, and finally, all the way down to the delicate feet that were daintily crossed at the ankles, touching the shining floor. He never got how he had become lucky enough to get someone like him. As he was still pondering this, he felt a hand touch his. He looked up to see Logan smiling over at him, holding his plate in his other hand.
"Are you finished?" He asked, staring into Kendall's eyes.
"Yup," Kendall answered, getting up with Logan. They set their dishes in the sink, then walked up into Kendall's room.
"What do you want to do today?" Kendall asked, walking over to his closet and picking out two outfits; one for him, one for Logan. It had become a habit of his.
"Well," Logan said, looking down. "I kinda thought we could go to my house today?" He looked up at Kendall, who slowly broke out into a smile.
"I'm okay with that," Kendall grinned, handing Logan the clothes he picked out for him. Logan shook his head, refusing the clothes and avoiding Kendall's confused look.
"If we're going to my house, I can just change into my own clothes there," Logan explained, standing up. "Now go get dressed, so we can leave."
"Are you going to help me?" Kendall asked, lowering his voice seductively and stepping closer to Logan, who walked over and closed the door.
"That depends," Logan said, walking back to Kendall and kissing his neck. "Do you need me to help you?"
"I'm pretty sure I do," Kendall answered, lifting his arms up as Logan started pulling his shirt off. When it was off, Logan flung it to the floor, beginning on Kendall's pants. As he slid it down, Kendall stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Logan ran his hands down Kendall's chest, down his stomach, stopping at the black boxers that were still there. He slid his hands over to the band of them, preparing to take them off, when a loud knock sounded on Kendall's door.
"Kendall!" His little sister, Katie, yelled. "Have you seen my red sweater?" Kendall sighed, stepping away from Logan and quickly pulling his clothes on. He stepped over to the door and unlocked it, opening it up.
"It was in my laundry last week," He answered, walking over to the top of his dresser, where he had folded it and neatly set in down. He grabbed it and walked back over to her, handing it to her. "Here you go."
"Thank you big brother," She smiled, turning and walking away. Kendall shut the door after she left, turning back to Logan. "Sorry." He said, walking back over and putting his hands on his hips.
"Its fine," Logan answered, planting a quick kiss on Kendall's lips. "Let's go to my house now." And with that, they left, ready to go see Logan's house.
When they got to Logan's house, his mother's car was gone. Logan looked at the clock. It was eleven. His mother had already left for work. He got out of the car with Kendall trailing behind him, and took out his key, unlocking the door. He turned off the alarm system that was next to the door, then motioned Kendall in. The living room was cozy, in nice, fall colors. There were decorations on the cabinets and tables. It was a very comfy, homey place.
"Your house is so nice," Kendall said, running his hand over the suede brown couch.
"Thanks," Logan said, motioning for Kendall to follow him up the steps. He went to the third door on the left, and walked into what was his room. It was big and spacious, but was sparsely decorated. There were bookshelves up against the walls, and a television was across from the black and white bed that sat against the wall next to the window. The walls were painted forest green, and the carpet was light brown. He dropped his bag down next to his bed, then walked over to the drawer that contained his clothes. He pulled out an old Ramones shirt and black skinny jeans, then stripped down and changed right in front of Kendall.
"So," He said, once he was done getting dressed. "What do you think?"
"I think," Kendall started, pulling Logan towards him. "That it's perfect. Just like you." He leaned down and touched his lips to Logan's, moaning when Logan put his arms around Kendall's neck and deepened the kiss. The kiss became heated, and soon, they found themselves laying on Logan's bed, rolling their hips against each others'. Kendall tore Logan's shirt off, kissing down his body until he reached the top of his jeans. Slowly unzipping them, he kissed every new inch of skin that was revealed, until the top of his boxers showed. Logan kicked the jeans off of his body, making them land on the floor.
"Shirt, off, now," Logan panted, gripping the bottom of Kendall's shirt. He lifted his shirt off, throwing it onto the floor and reaching for Logan's boxers again. He slowly pulled them off, kissing downwards until he reached the skin of his erection. Then, suddenly, Logan's phone rang. They both sighed as Logan reached for his phone, reading the number on it. He looked up at Kendall, his face confused.
"The hospital," Logan said, pushing the answer button. "Hello?" He asked, trying to focus as Kendall started passionately kissing his neck. "She's not? But she should be there by now. She left at the same time she always does…" Kendall stopped what he was doing, sensing the panic in Logan's voice. He instantly knew something was wrong. "O-okay, I'll try. Thank you. Goodbye." Logan hit the end button, turning toward Kendall. He had tears in his eyes, and his eyes were wide and filled with panic.
"What?" Kendall asked, rubbing Logan's back. "What's wrong?"
"My mom," Logan stood up, gathering his clothes and getting dressed. "She's not at the hospital, and she left over an hour ago. It takes her about fifteen minutes to get there." He had finished putting all of his clothes on, and was now handing Kendall the shirt that was thrown on the floor a few minutes ago. "Can we go find her? Please?"
"Of course." Kendall said, pulling his shirt on and standing up. He grabbed Logan's hand, knowing he would need support. They walked downstairs and prepared to leave. Logan set the alarm and locked the door behind him, trying not to think bad thoughts as he walked to Kendall's car.
After making it halfway to the hospital, Logan groaned when they hit traffic. The highway was going more slowly than usual, and they were hoping to find his mom before it was one. Slowly, the car in front of them inched forward, stopping again after a few seconds.
"What the hell man!" Logan yelled, rubbing his head. He was beginning to get annoyed. He pulled out his phone and tried calling his mom, but once again, it went to voicemail. "Fuck!" He yelled, throwing his phone down. Not only was he annoyed; he was also getting worried.
"It's okay babe," Kendall said, grabbing Logan's hand. "Just calm down. Please." He gazed into Logan's eyes, instantly calming him down. Logan slumped down in his seat, sighing. He was about to talk again when his phone, which was sitting on the mat next to his foot, started to ring. He reached down to grab it and saw that it was his mom. He fumbled to hit the answer button, and when he finally did, he was shaking like crazy.
"Mom! Where are you? The hospital called, they're looking for you! Kendall and I are-"
"Hello? Is this Mrs. Jessica Johnson's son speaking?" A man on the other line said.
"Uh, yes," He looked up at Kendall, who was trying to see past the car in front of him to see what was backing everything up so much. "Who is this?"
"This is Officer Shariden; I'm with the Minnesota emergency department." Logan's eyes grew wide as he listened to the officer. "Are you anywhere near the highway right now?"
"I am, why?" Logan could hear the panic in his own voice, so he was sure that Kendall could too. But right now, all he could focus on was what he was being told right now.
"What exit are you near right now?" The officer asked.
"Uh, I don't know, hold on," He turned to Kendall. "What exit are we near?"
"32," Kendall answered, looking at him confusedly. "Why?" Logan shook his head, silently saying that he would explain later, as he repeated the number to Officer Shariden.
"Well, we have your mother at exit 41," The officer explained, sounding sympathetic. "She's gotten into an accident. We're-"
"What?" He yelled, opening up the car door and jumping out. He threw his phone onto the seat before closing the door and beginning to run. He could hear Kendall calling after him, but all he could think about was his foster mother. The one who was the closest thing to a parent that he had. The one he told every single thing to. She had to be okay. She had to. He ignored the sounds of the horns as he ran by, checking the numbers of the exits as he went. Finally, when he spotted the ambulance, he ran forward. A man in a police uniform stopped him, telling him to step back.
"That's my mother!" He yelled, pushing the man aside and jumping under the caution tape. He saw the look of the shiny gray car that was Jessica's, wrinkled into a jumbled piece of metal, as another car was shoved into the back of it, not looking half as bad. He felt a hand touching his shoulder, and turned to see Kendall standing behind him, looking at something to the left of the car. There was Jessica, his foster mother, laying on the ground. Cuts covered her body, and her limbs looked broken. His heart dropped like it was on a roller-coaster, and he felt the tears in his eyes start to fall down his cheeks. A man tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned to see a muscular looking guy wearing a black uniform.
"Are you her son?" He asked, looking at Logan. "I'm Officer Shariden."
Logan couldn't speak. He couldn't move. He felt Kendall grab his hand, and heard him speaking. But he couldn't hear him. All he could see was Jessica. That was all he could look at right now.
"Yes, he is," Kendall said, speaking for Logan. "I don't think he's going to be able to say anything. He looks like he's in shock." He squeezed Logan's hand, jolting him from his thoughts.
"I-is," Logan said, taking a deep breathe. "Is she going to be okay?" He looked over at her form again. They were now loading her into the ambulance.
"We don't know yet," The officer said, motioning for Logan and Kendall to follow him. "We'll find out as soon as we get her to the hospital. You can ride with the EMTs in the ambulance if you want." Kendall turned to Logan, brushing the tears off of his cheeks.
"Go ahead," He said, squeezing Logan's hand once more. "I'll meet you there." He turned and started walking to his car, leaving Logan alone with the officer.
"Come on kid," he said to Logan, walking him over to the ambulance. "Let's get you over to the hospital with your mother."
After waiting in the hospital for two hours, Logan finally stopped crying. The only feeling he felt right now was numbness. He sat there waiting, minute after minute wondering what the fate of his mother would be. Finally, Officer Shariden walked out, followed by a bunch of nurses. They walked over to Logan and cleared their throat, obviously announcing subtly that they were about to speak. He and Kendall stood up, facing the only people that knew what was to happen to his mother. Kendall grabbed Logan's hand, squeezing it for support.
"Well?" Logan asked, his voice groggy from not speaking for hours.
"I'm sorry kid," the officer said, sparing a saddening glance to the nurses behind him. "There was too much blood loss. We couldn't save her." Logan couldn't hear anything. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe. All he could think about was his mom. How was he going to live without her? He couldn't lose someone he cared about again. This couldn't happen. Both times, car accidents had to take someone he loved away. He could feel himself falling over, but he didn't care. He fell into Kendall's arms, holding onto him. And then he just let his feelings go. He cried about his mother dying in the first place, about his father committing suicide. About the person he now called his mother, also dying. Everyone close to him was dying. Maybe he should just leave everyone alone. Maybe he was bad luck.
"Where is he going to stay?" Kendall asked, looking up at the officer. "He doesn't have to be taken away does he?" Logan heard the panic in his voice and looked up, tears covering his face. He looked down at Kendall's shirt, seeing that he had covered it in tears.
"Well," The officer said, looking over to Logan. "We may have to put you in a foster home, since you aren't legally old enough to live on your own."
"No!" Kendall yelled, gripping onto Logan. "Can he stay with me? Please? I can't lose him!" Logan looked up to see tears in Kendall's eyes.
"Kendall," Logan said, pulling away from Logan. "You shouldn't be near me."
"Wha…?" He asked, looking at Logan.
"I'm a disaster Kendall! You shouldn't be near me!" Logan could feel the tears still streaming out of his eyes, but he couldn't stop. He loved Kendall as much as he loved his family. If he were to lose him too, he wouldn't know what to do with himself. "I don't want you to get hurt. I-I-" Was it too soon for him to say it? It doesn't matter. After this, he wouldn't see Kendall again. He would stay away from him as much as he could in order to avoid him from getting hurt. "I love you Kendall. Which is why I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want to lose another person I love. I just won't be able to deal with it." And with that, he ran out of the hospital. He kept running and running. He didn't care how tired he was. He would keep going until he got to his house. And then he would pretend like everything was the same, like his mom was just out getting groceries and would come back soon. Like Kendall would see him tomorrow and they would kiss and say that they love one another. He ran and ran, until finally, he saw his street. He shakily pulled out his key, shoved it into his door and unlocked it, and walked inside. Shutting the alarm off, he threw the key on the floor and ran upstairs. He ran his hands through his hair, tears streaming down his cheeks. He couldn't believe he had just let the best thing he had go. He needed Kendall more than anything right now. But no. He couldn't put him at risk. Even if it meant breaking his own heart.
Kendall sat in his car, leaning his head on the steering wheel, painful sobs coming out of his mouth. He couldn't believe what just happened. He knew that Logan was just stressed out, but now what? Where did Logan go? There was the possibility that he just went back home. But that didn't seem like Logan. He wouldn't go somewhere so obvious. He just couldn't believe that Logan had broken up with him like that. He didn't realize how much Kendall needed him. Lifting his off of the wheel, he put his car into drive and started off to Logan's house. It was worth a try. And if Logan wasn't there, he would wait until he came back and saw that Kendall would always be.
Logan was still crying as he sat on his bed. He wanted to text Kendall, but his phone was still in his car. There was nothing he could do about it right now. He got up and walked into his bathroom, turning on the water in the shower. He stepped inside the tub, trying to get himself to relax as he washed his body.
Kendall opened up the window in Logan's living room, remembering that it was open earlier that day. He slipped throw it and into the room, shutting it behind him. Then, he walked up the stairs, ready to head to Logan's room. He stopped when he heard the water in the shower running. He opened up the door, walking in.
"Logan," He said, pulling the shower curtain away.
"Kendall?" Logan said, staring at him with wide eyes. Kendall started taking his clothes off, then walked into the tub with Logan. He stepped up to him, pulling him into a kiss as the water wet the both of them.
"I came here to tell you something," Kendall said, pulling away from the kiss. "I love you more than anything. So no matter what you think is wrong with you, I will always be here. Okay?" He leaned down and kissed him quickly, pulling him into a hug.
"Okay," Logan said, hugging Kendall tightly. "But you know I won't see you after tonight, right?"
"Wrong," Kendall said, pulling out of the hug and kissing Logan on the neck. "I talked to Officer Shariden, who talked to my mom." He kissed his cheek this time. "You're allowed to come live with us."
"Really?" Logan said, his eyes brightening up instantly.
"Really." Kendall answered, pulling Logan in for a passionate kiss. They let the water run over them as they continued to kiss. After all, they were just two people in love.