Okay several things.

First, I got mixed reviews on the last chapter with some people siding with Kendall and some people siding with Logan and that makes me really happy.

For the person who asked, sorry I thought I made it clear. Kendall, James Jo and all their friends are all seniors so they're all 17 and Logan and Camille are freshman so they're both 14. I realize its kind of crazy that I made Logan so young. Maybe not physically but definitely emotionally he's too young to have a physical relationship with someone. And that's kind of the reason why, since a lot of you wondering, why he gets so obsessive so quickly and doesn't know how to handle it when Kendall rejects him. But also a lot of it is because of his childhood (which will be explained better later) and because of how he feels like he's losing James ever since he started dating Lucy.

For person who asked about Dak, yes but it probably won't happen the way you think ;)

I DONT OWN BTR.

Logan sat absentmindedly pushing his food around on his plate with his fork. If he were to look to his right, maybe five or six tables over he would see the table where Kendall was sitting with his friends. He glanced over and saw that he had a book out in front of him, probably studying for a test.

Then Jo appeared beside him and he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her down onto his lap. He whispered something in her ear that made her giggle and then he smiled and kissed her cheek. That was the moment that Logan decided he hated her. At least as much as he could hate a person without really knowing them.

"Okay who are you trying to kill with your mind..." Camille asked.

"Nobody," he muttered. He stopped glaring in their direction but Camille had already seen who he was looking at.

"I'm really sorry Logan."

"For what?"

"About Kendall. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed you so hard to go after him like I did... Kendall and Jo must be one of those annoying couples that break up and make up all the time but are never really not together."

Logan realized that maybe deep down he'd known this all along but acknowledging it didn't exactly make him feel better. For the past few days Logan hadn't been feeling well at all. It started with a queasy stomach that seemed to come at the most inopportune times, like whenever he tried to eat. And then other times it would be headaches made worse by the phone ringing constantly thanks to whoever was prank calling their house. Logan didn't know why he was the only one in their house who seemed bothered by it but it was starting to drive him crazy.

"Well it's not your fault," he said. "Hey do you want my cake?"

"Sure. Are you sure you don't want it?"

Logan shook his head and pushed his tray over to her. "I kinda lost my appetite."

"Logan you don't look so good... Maybe you should go see the nurse."

Logan was about to object but just as she said it he felt a wave of nausea come over him and all of a sudden it felt like everything he'd eaten that morning was about to come back up again. He quickly stood up to rush off to the bathroom. "Logan wait!" he heard Camille call after him.

Logan hurried into the bathroom, grateful that it was empty and rushed into one of the stalls, then proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

He groaned and sat on the ground, leaning back against the stall. "Logan?" he heard Camille call out. And then she appeared in front of him. "Are you okay?"

"Camille you can't be in here. This is the boys' room."

"Actually, this is the girls' room... I tried to stop you."

Logan looked around and realized she was right. He'd accidentally ran into the wrong room. That explained the tampon dispenser. "Oh...great."

"It's okay I blocked the door," she said, kneeling down beside him.

Logan realized it was probably gross to be sitting on the floor of a bathroom, but he just needed to collect himself after puking his guts out. Luckily he had a friend like Camille who didn't mind sitting with him. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"If I wasn't gay and you and I weren't best friends...would you want to be with me?"

Camille laughed. "Why would you even ask me a question like that? Of course I would. You're adorable." She reached over pinched his cheek and Logan couldn't help but smile, for the first time that day.

"Are you asking me because of Kendall?"

He frowned. "I just don't get what went wrong. Why he doesn't want to be with me even after everything."

"Maybe it really was just a kiss and you read too much into it," she suggested.

"It wasn't just a kiss Camille," he said.

"Well, yeah not to you but-"

"No, I mean we didn't just kiss. I lied."

"What do you mean?"

Logan was tired of keeping it a secret. He didn't think it mattered anymore. "We sort of had sex..." When Camille didn't really react at first he thought it was because she didn't believe him. He probably wouldn't have been surprised if she didn't believe him. "Please say something."

Finally she said, "How could you not tell me?"

"I'm telling you now?"

"I'm sorry I'm just...shocked," she said. "Well I guess Kendall really is a jerk then."

Even though Logan felt inclined to agree with her it didn't really make him any less sad. "I love him, Camille."

"Are you sure? I mean I thought the same thing too about whatshisface but then I got over him."

"That was different...You should have seen the way he looked at me. And the way he held me afterwards and how he kissed me. I think he felt something for me too. He just wants to be with Jo because he thinks he's supposed to."

"So what are you gonna do?"

"I just have to talk to him and get him to give me a chance."

Camille felt his cheeks and put the back of her hand against his forehead. "Logan you're burning up."

"Are you trying to say I'm delusional?"

"No, I mean you're actually burning up. Come on I'm taking you to the nurse."

Camille grabbed his arm and helped him stand and he realized he felt a little lightheaded. Once he got to the nurse's office he found out he had a temperature of 101, which meant that he needed to go home. Brooke ended up having to leave work early to come pick him up and take care of him.

When Logan got home he was immediately told he was on bed rest. Meaning he wasn't allowed to leave his room at least until his fever broke. Logan was fine with it at first since he was able to sleep through most of the rest of the day. But then he woke up and after while he got extremely bored. He didn't really feel any better but he was sick of being in his house. And he couldn't stop thinking about Kendall. Being stuck in his room with nothing to distract him meant that pretty much all he had to do was think about Kendall. He just needed to talk to him again, maybe one more time to give himself some peace of mind.

Logan waited until it got late. When he was sure James was in his room busy doing homework and Brooke was in a different part of the house where she wouldn't see him leave. He snuck downstairs making sure to leave his light off and shut his door so they would think he was still asleep. Then he put on his coat and ran out the door.

Kendall hated working at Lucky Mart. Putting labels on canned food, stocking shelves and pushing carts definitely wasn't what he wanted to be doing for the rest of his life. But his manager expected him to do it at all with a smile and a friendly attitude like it was his dream to be a Lucky Mart stockboy. In reality Kendall's dreams went way beyond that, beyond Minnesota even. He couldn't wait to get out of there and finally be able to do something with his life. For him graduation couldn't come soon enough.

He just wanted to be great at something, though at what he wasn't quite sure yet. Maybe he wanted to be great at everything. He realized he had a lot riding on this scholarship and the speech he was supposed to give that he'd honestly written in ten minutes, on what it means to be an American. Kendall wasn't sure he knew what it meant to be an American any better than any of his fellow classmates did. But at the very least he knew how to write a decent speech and he knew he'd made it sound good. But while he was pretty confident he was gonna get it, a part of him had to wonder what would happen if he didn't and all of his plans just fell through.

But no, he couldn't afford to think like that. In less than eight months from now he would be moving to California and Jo would possibly be going with him. He could admit that as much as he liked to talk big about how badly he wanted to leave Minnesota there was a part of him that was a little nervous about just picking up and leaving on his own, and was a bit comforted by the idea that Jo would be with him.

Kendall thought about his future the most whenever he was stuck working late, stocking the shelves. Tonight wasn't any different. But in the middle of stacking his cans he was interrupted when he looked up and saw the young brunette boy who he thought he had ended things with two nights ago. "Logan...What are you doing here?"

He looked nervous like he didn't even know what he was doing there. "Um, I overheard James say you worked here once. Are you busy?"

"Yeah..working."

"Right..."

Kendall sighed. "I get off in ten minutes. Wait for me up front okay?"

Logan nodded and walked away presumably to do what he was told. Kendall felt he should have been more annoyed because this was honestly the last thing he wanted to deal with right now. But he couldn't even blame Logan anymore. A part of him knew that this was all his own fault. Someone used to tell him all the time (he's pretty sure it was Mercedes) that his own dick was going to get him in trouble one of these days. Maybe he should have listened to her.

Kendall had gone through things like this before where he'd have to let people down easy who thought that just because they'd slept together it meant that they had some sort of special connection. It definitely wasn't his favorite thing in the world to do, but for some reason letting down Logan had been particularly hard for him. He didn't like seeing Logan cry the way he did. And afterwards it felt like he had just kicked a puppy or something. But he knew it was the only way he could get his point across, by being brutally honest. It wouldn't do him any good to give him false hope or to baby him like he was sure most people had been doing for the majority of his life.

After he finished clocking out he met Logan out front where he was waiting for him and then they walked outside to his car. He noticed Logan didn't exactly look too well but he didn't say anything.

"So I told my brother the truth about me. And you were right," Logan said suddenly.

"Oh...good. Is that what you came all the way down here to tell me?"

"I just wanted to talk to you..."

"Logan, I meant what I said. There can't be anything between us now. That means you can't show up at my work or follow me around."

"So we can't even be friends?" he asked.

"Do you honestly want to be friends with me?"

Logan took a moment to think about it. "No... I kind of hate you actually."

Kendall sighed. He wasn't gonna let himself be bothered by that. It was probably better if he hated him. "I'm gonna take you home now okay?"

Logan didn't say anything. He turned away from him and stared out the window while Kendall started the car and drove the few blocks back to his house. Logan was being so quiet Kendall was worried he might have started crying again. But once they parked he said, "Don't worry, I'm not crying," as if he'd just read his mind.

"Did you honestly feel nothing at all when we were together? Not even when we kissed and stuff?" Logan asked.

Kendall sighed again, trying to figure out the best way to put this. "Look it was...nice. It wasn't completely meaningless but it wasn't what you thought it was."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning we're not in love. Think about it Logan, we barely even know each other."

"That's not true."

"In a couple of years from now none of this will even matter. In five years tops you won't even remember me."

"Then what am I supposed to do until then?" he asked.

Kendall shrugged "Just date someone else. You already told James the truth so it's not like you have to hide who you are anymore," Kendall told him. He knew that was the only way Logan would get over him.

Logan rolled his eyes, unwilling to except that as a solution. He didn't think it was that easy. Then he got out of the car and shut the door without saying goodbye. But even though he'd done a better job of keeping himself together this time, his heart still hurt just as much as it did the night before. Maybe even more since Kendall had made it clear that it really was over between the two of them. But he at least took comfort in the fact that he didn't cry this time.

Logan was fully prepared that he was about to get yelled at as soon as stepped in his house. Unless by some miracle he managed to sneak back into his room unnoticed.

James was waiting on the couch as soon as he stepped inside. "Where've you been?"

"I just needed to get some air," Logan said, taking off his coat. "Please don't yell. My head is killing me."

"Yeah no kidding. It's below 30 outside Logan. Are you trying to catch pneumonia?"

"It was just for a second. I didn't even go that far," he said. He sat down on the couch realizing just how tired he really was.

"But you're sick Logan. You can't just leave without telling anyone."

"I know, mom."

"And you need to take your flu medicine."

Logan pulled a face. "I'd rather not. That stuff doesn't taste like grape. It tastes like poison."

"Do you realize there are kids in third world countries who would love to have access to cold and flu medicine and you're complaining because it doesn't taste good? Do you even watch any of your dad's documentaries?"

"Speaking of your father I've got good news," Brooke said, suddenly entering the room. "I just got off of a skype call with him. He sends his love and he says he misses you both very much. And he's coming home soon."

"He is? When's he coming?" Logan asked.

"Two weeks from tomorrow...Logan what are you doing out of your room?"

"Uhh," Logan looked at James, silently begging him not to tell on him. "I just wanted to hang out with James."

"Well you need to get back to bed. But take your medicine first," she said.

"He's not gonna take it. He's being a brat," James said and Logan glared at him.

"Do I have to go back to bed? I've been sleeping all day. I'm not even tired."

"Sorry, it's not up for negotiations Logan," she said.

"But I'll die of boredom."

Brooke sighed. "Fine then James will move the TV out of the guest room and put it in your room," she said, and then she left the room before James could protest because as far as she was concerned she'd just solved the problem and there was no room for arguments.

Logan went upstairs to get cleaned up in the bathroom and then put on his pajamas. James wheeled the TV into his room in front of his bed. "There you go. And here is every Star Wars movie ever made," he said putting a stack of DVDs on his nightstand. "I hope you appreciate how spoiled you are."

Logan just nodded absentmindedly. "Thanks."

After James left him alone, he fell asleep halfway through his first movie. But not before he remembered he still had Kendall's shirt hidden underneath his pillow. He thought about giving it back to him or maybe burning it in a fire or throwing it away. But in the end he decided to just keep it. He didn't care what Kendall said about how five years from now none of this would even matter. He knew no matter what he would never be able to forget Kendall and what happened between them. He wasn't even sure he wanted to.

Logan wanted to know who it was who kept calling their house at odd times during the day. He woke up again that night to the sound of the phone ringing off the hook. His first thought was that it might have been his dad calling. Right now it was 7 a.m. in Africa but it was 1 in the morning in the U.S. so he wouldn't have been calling unless it was some kind of emergency. Logan decided to get up and see who it was anyway.

He began to dismiss the idea that it was just a prank caller this whole time. It could have been anyone. It could have been the president calling. It could have been space aliens. It could have been his mom calling.

Logan felt his heart speed up as crept through the hallways quickly to where the landline was. "Hello?" he tried.

Nothing.

"Dad?"

Still nothing.

"Mom?" he whispered.

There was static on the other end and then he was met with a dial tone.

Logan sighed, hung up and went back to bed.

This chapter was kind of fillerish. Not much happened but I promise there is more to come. Reviews are always loved :)