On a cold wet dreary evening, Logan, the smart seventeen year old boy, was walking down the sidewalk, he was going nowhere in particular, he just wanted to get away from the confusion of his buddies. Don't get me wrong he loved those boys like they were his own brothers but sometimes he just needed his own space to think and relax his brain. Especially today because Carlos and James were arguing over a piece of pizza, can you imagine that, well it was the last one, but to Logan that seemed so ridiculous. But then again he could remember the time when he and James were fighting over a soda, Logan wanting to use it for a science project and James wanting to drink it. Or how about the time when he and Carlos were fighting over the TV, because Carlos wanted to watch cartoons and Logan wanted to watch the history channel, but that fight was not worth it at all because guess who won. If you said Carlos you are right.

His hands in the pockets of his jacket, he trudged on the wet sidewalk and walked through the puddles every now and then. Logan's moods were very affected by the weather, he liked the dreary weather it was very calming to him, he also liked warm weather and when you walk under the trees you can hear the birds chatting amongst each other. He looked up at the sky and felt some raindrops fall on to his face. He walked over to the crosswalk and a white truck drove by him splashing water up into the air nearly hitting him, he dodged. "whew" he sighed as he kept on walking and the raindrops kept on falling all around him. He missed the snow in Minnesota and playing in it. But he had something much to important on his mind, to really miss anything at the moment. He was thinking that he hadn't had his first kiss yet and that really bothered him. His three best friends already had got theirs; Kendall got his 3 months ago while he was sitting by the pool with Jo when the two of them finally decided it was time. James got his while he went on a movie date with a girl who had asked him out. But he dumped her right after not liking the way she kissed, kissing with her eyes open, who kisses with their eyes open he still complained at us all. Last of all is Carlos who got his first kiss when he was still in kindergarten. It happened on the playground and he still talks about it but with very much disdain. And he blames the girl for it because she was a year older and she should have known better. So why was Logan mourning over it, since James and Carlos's were failures, you would think that would make him not look so forward to it. Was it that he was embarrassed or was it that because Carlos and James teased him or was just because he simply wanted to get it over with. Maybe it was all of those, but he still wished he had gotten it over when he was in kindergarten like Carlos. But then again he wanted Camille to be his first kiss and first girlfriend. He hadn't even had his first girlfriend yet either. This was really getting to him also.

He noticed the time and started to walk faster, it was getting late, he walked into the Palm Woods lobby and saw Camille sitting there in a chair looking at some papers, he wondered what she was reading, probably a script for a new audition. He ran over to the elevator and as he looked back at her, he caught her staring at him, but as soon as she saw his head turn, she quickly looked away. He held his breath until he got in the elevator and when it was safe, slowly let it all out.

Logan walked into their apartment, Carlos had his hockey stick in his hand, and his hockey helmet snug up on his head. "Hey Logan" he yelled as Logan walked in the room. "Where did you go Logan" Kendall asked with a mysterious look. "I just took a little stroll outside, do you mind." He said annoyed. Kendall took that in a hurtful way as he grimaced; Logan quickly noticed that, being who he was. "I just needed to get away for a while, I couldn't stand to watch those two fight over a piece of pizza", he said pointing over at Carlos and James who were who were now playing house hockey. James stole the puck from Carlos and pushed him over the Counter. Carlos landed on the floor with loud thud. Logan gasped, "Are you okay Carlos" he asked running over to him, but you know Carlos with his hockey helmet was very invincible. "Yeah" he said as he hopped up and ran over to James for revenge. Logan twitched as James was tackled to the ground by Carlos. "You okay" Kendall said as he walked over to the dark haired boy and put his arm around his neck. "Yeah" Logan said as he watched the two fight. "I'm going to go to my bedroom now, to study" he said releasing himself form Kendall's grip. "Okay little bro" he said as Logan pulled away and walked down to the halls that lead to the bedrooms.

Logan ran into his bedroom and flopped on his bed, he was exhausted. He still had to finish a book report, but he was not really in the mood. All of a sudden he heard someone scream outside, curious he walked over to the window and saw a girl and boy playing in the pool he watched as the boy splashed water onto the girl's legs as she screamed and laughed. As he was scanning the whole pool he stopped his eyes, there was Camille again, he smiled and watched her for about 5 minutes, she looked so cute. She had a pink sundress on and her hair was up in a sloppy bun, she was laughing with Jo and was having a good time. Then Jo left probably to get ready for bed, and that's when Logan's stomach got very anxious he wanted to make a move but what if she rejected him, he wanted to be right there holding her on his lap, to see her smile and hear her laugh, tickle her tommy to see if she was ticklish, buy her a pink smoothie, watch her laugh when he tried to swallow down the strawberry seeds in the smoothies, that he so much very hated, without gaging. He just wanted her to be in his life so very bad. It is horrible what Love can do to one. "why don't you go down there and talk to her" he asked himself, "what if she doesn't like me, what if she is already in love" he thought. "It's to late now anyways" he said to himself relieved, as she got up to go inside. He closed the gray curtains and walked over to his bed and got his binder out to work on his report. He sat there for about ten minutes but his brain was blocked. All he could think about was Camille. Was this a love curse cupid had done to him, if so he hated cupid. Stupid Cupid.

He threw his binder to the side of him and rubbed his eyes, his heart aching with love. He lay back and closed his eyes. How could love be so complicated, really you would think it so simple but no, not at all.