Hey guys...so I would have updated this a lot sooner but this part of the story ended up taking much longer to write than I anticipated. This chapter and the next chapter were actually meant to be one chapter, but I decided to split it in half because it would have been way too long for a single chapter. So if it feels like this one ends sort of abruptly that's why...

Also, I know I promised you kogan. Kogan stuff doesn't start happening until next chapter after the party, which you'll see I decided to make its own chapter. So anyways, hope you enjoy this super long double update :P

I don't own BTR.

With having his dad home Logan definitely noticed a change in their household. It seemed like everyone was in a better mood because of it. He noticed they ate together as a family more, and Brooke didn't spend as many late hours at the office as she usually did.

The night before his step mom and his father had gone out to dinner while Logan had gone with Camille to watch James and Dak's game, which ended up running particularly long. They were playing against Harrison, probably the second best school in the state, and all night long they matched every goal they made point for point until in the final period they were stuck at a tie. But in the end it was the shootout round that saved them, and now James, as team captain, could say in his last year of high school he'd gotten his team to the playoffs. When Saturday morning came, Logan found himself sleeping all the way until noon since he'd been out all night the night before. When he came downstairs his dad was in the kitchen reading a newspaper.

"Hi dad," Logan said, and his father looked up and smiled.

"Morning son. Or should I say good afternoon?" Logan took a seat at the table, resting his head in his hands. "Did you have fun last night? I heard James and the guys won."

"Yeah after going into overtime and two rounds of shootouts," Logan said, recalling how long last night's game had been. He wasn't surprised James was still upstairs asleep after how hard he'd played last night. He had felt the need to sleep in too since he'd spent the rest of the night out with Dak. The older boy had taken him to a late movie after the game, and then afterwards they'd made plans to go out again tonight, since tonight was his last night before he was leaving for New York.

"Well how about some breakfast?" his dad asked. He stood up and walked over to the refrigerator. "What are you in the mood for? Eggs? Bacon?"

Logan shook his head. He didn't need anything fancy. "Nah, that's okay. Is there any cereal left?"

His father inspected the cabinet before pulling out a box of chocolate Coco Puffs. "Your favorite right?"

Logan smiled and nodded. His dad grabbed two bowls and two spoons and set them down on the table. And then he went back over to the refrigerator to get the milk.

Logan waited, tapping his fingers against the glass kitchen table. Then his father spoke, "You know Logan, I had a talk with Brooke the other night...She mentioned you asked her to make you an appointment with Dr. Marten."

Logan froze. "She told you?" Somehow he had managed to totally "forget" about the appointment he was supposed to have.

His father nodded and set down the milk onto the table, then he sat down across from him. "Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine."

"Your appointment was made for Thursday and you never showed up."

Logan was quiet for a moment. The truth was he'd missed it on purpose. But only because he'd been in such a good mood lately with his dad being home, and he didn't want to ruin it. "I guess it just...slipped my mind," he lied.

His father watched him carefully, then he placed a hand on Logan's shoulder. "Well not to worry. We can schedule you another one. Let's try not to miss this one okay?"

Logan nodded slowly, knowing there was no way he was gonna get out of it now. Even if he decided he didn't want to go anymore. This was one of those things his father always took very seriously and Logan had never really understood why. He'd always thought that it was just the overly-cautious doctor in him worrying about his son's health, but as he grew older he started to notice he was the only in their family who received this kind of "special attention".

"Excellent," his father said, slipping back into his cheery morning tone. "How about some nutrition to go with this cereal?"

"Sure..."

The older man stood up and grabbed two bananas out of the kitchen while Logan poured his cereal. He started to pour his milk but then he paused once he saw his dad getting a knife and realized what he was doing. "Dad what are you doing?"

"I'm cutting your fruit?"

"I don't eat bananas in my cereal anymore."

"Since when?"

"Uh, I don't know. Since forever?" he said. He remembered how it all started when he was younger, how he'd always hated eating fruit, and bananas were the only ones his father could get him to eat. But the only way he could get him to eat them was if he cut them up and put them in his cereal or his ice cream. At some point Logan had grown out of it though, and he supposed his father hadn't realized.

Dr. Mitchell reddened slightly when he realized his mistake. "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess you really are growing up...Right before my eyes and I didn't even notice." He smiled, apologetic.

He handed him another intact banana and took the one he'd cut and put it into his own cereal. And Logan couldn't help but smile, almost wanting to laugh at the sight of his father eating his cereal like that. He didn't realize how much he really missed his dad while he was gone. Just little things like eating breakfast together made him happy, especially after they'd spent so much time apart. For the past few days Logan found himself imagining what it would be like if this became a more permanent thing. He knew he shouldn't be getting his hopes up; his father loved his work way too much to ever quit his job. But maybe just this once he could convince his dad to take a little extra time off.

Logan was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of the doorbell ringing. "Do you mind getting that?" his dad asked.

"Sure," Logan said. He dropped his spoon into his bowl of chocolate stained milk and he hopped to his feet.

When he opened the door, to his surprise Dak was standing there.

"Hey," the older boy greeted him, and Logan's eyes widened.

"Dak...what are you doing here?"

"I was in the neighborhood and I thought I'd come by and say hi…" The older boy paused. "You look surprised to see me."

"Uh I am," Logan said, stepping outside and shutting the door behind him. "Why didn't you call first?"

"I didn't know I needed to. Why are you acting so weird?"

Dak attempted to step towards him and Logan immediately stepped back, unsure whether or not his father could see them from the kitchen window. "Sorry it's just…I'm sort of in the middle of breakfast with my dad right now."

"Oh," Dak said, then he looked at him curiously. "Wait, you never told me your dad was coming home?"

"I didn't? I could have sworn I'd mentioned it..."

Dak shook his head and watched him carefully. "No... In fact you never really talk about him at all."

"Well he's usually not here so there's not much to say," he said, shrugging.

"Well why do you look so nervous all of a sudden? Is he like super strict or something?"

Logan opened his mouth to respond, but before he could he heard his father's voice calling him from inside. "Logan? Who's at the door?"

Logan turned around just as his father opened the door and looked at the two boys. "Um, dad this is Dak... He's a friend from school."

"Oh. Hello," his dad said, greeting Dak.

Dak looked at Logan confused for a second before waving at his dad. "Nice to meet you Mr. Mitchell."

"You two were out here for a long time. I just thought I'd come and check on you," he told Logan.

"Dak just came to ask me about a homework assignment. I'll be inside in a minute," Logan said.

"Don't worry, take your time. I'll be in my den if you need me," he said. Then he nodded to Dak once more before leaving.

Once his father was gone Dak just stared at him, and Logan peered back at him with a slightly guilty expression.

"Well I guess that explains what's going on here," Dak finally said.

"Dak it's not what you think..."

"The reason you're acting so weird, and you never told me about your dad is because you don't want him to know about our relationship right?"

"No, it's not you I want to hide from him... It's me. He doesn't exactly...know about me yet."

"You mean he doesn't know you're gay?" Logan shook his head. "Why haven't you told him?"

Logan shrugged. "It's complicated."

"What is he like a raging homophobe or something?"

"Uh not exactly..." Logan said, thinking about it for a moment. "He's actually like the opposite of that."

"Then what are you so afraid of?"

"I don't know...I guess I'm just waiting for the right moment... He only just got back a few days ago," he said.

Dak nodded, but he still looked slightly skeptical.

"Look you don't know what it's like okay? Your parents are like obsessed with you. I'm lucky to see my dad a few times a year. And the times when he's here, I'd rather things just be simple and easy like they always are. Instead of complicating things…" Logan explained, but once he got that off his chest he realized he'd sort of just snapped at him and started to feel guilty. He sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. I guess you're right...I shouldn't be judging you. I mean I was pretty lucky to have parents who've always supported me. I guess that's why coming out for me was never really a big deal. But I shouldn't have assumed it would be the same for you. "

"It's not like I'm ashamed of you or anything."

"Logan I get it. You don't have to explain. It's just... this is the first time I'm hearing about all of this. About your dad, I mean. It feels like there's a lot I don't know about you."

Logan wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. He wasn't sure why he'd never really talked to Dak about his family or his problems. It did seem kind of unfair though since Dak himself had always been so open with him.

"Well I don't want to keep you from your dad any longer. You'd better get inside."

"Wait," Logan said, stopping him. "You never told me why you came by."

"Oh yeah. I just wanted to make sure we were still on for tonight. Dinner at 7:30?"

"Right...about that." Logan shifted back and forth nervously, remembering what he'd promised Camille the night before. "Camille's sort of been bugging me about this party everyone's been talking about. Normally underclassmen don't get invited to these things, but since I'm dating you I guess she thinks I can get her in or something. I sort of told her I'd ask you."

Logan peered up at the older boy to gauge his reaction. He was quiet for a second, but then he nodded. "Okay. If that's what you want," he said. But Logan could tell he was a little disappointed.

"I could tell her no. I know how much you wanted it to be just the two of us."

"No don't do that. It's okay. I had you all last night remember?" he said, smiling to let Logan know it was okay.

Logan felt slightly relieved. "Who knows maybe it'll be fun?"

"Yeah maybe."

"I promise I'll make it up to you when you get back."

Dak smirked at him. "You better."

Normally the older boy would have kissed him goodbye, but remembering the whole thing with his dad, instead he stepped back a respectable distance and waved. And the two of them promised to see each other tonight.

But once Logan was back inside he started to feel slightly guilty about the whole exchange because he hadn't been entirely truthful with Dak. Not just with the whole thing about his dad, but also about his intentions for the party tonight. Logan had promised Dak that he'd make it up to him when he got back but little did he know Logan had plans to make it up to him a lot sooner than that. The truth was the only reason he agreed to get Camille into the party was because he wanted tonight to be the night for him and Dak. And he thought that maybe it might be better to do it with his best friend close by, just in case something went wrong.

Tonight was really supposed to be sort of a test. And hopefully at the end of the night he'd know if he could really fall in love with Dak or not. In his mind he was really optimistic about the whole thing. All he could think about was how much easier his life would be if he could just love the person he was supposed to be in love with.

Logan had been slightly apprehensive when he first came up with the idea, but he was sure that he could go through with this with Dak. He didn't see any reason why he shouldn't do it. He certainly knew he liked Dak well enough, and he was his boyfriend after all. In his mind this was what they were supposed to do.

When Logan came inside he went to his father's den. He knocked on the door lightly before opening it. His dad was sitting at his desk with a book open in front of him. "Did you need something?"

"Um, yeah..Camille wanted to know if I could hang out with her at her house tonight. Around 7:30?"

"Sure… How's she doing anyway?"

"She's great."

"You two have always been pretty tight huh?"

"Yeah I guess..."

"It always seemed to me like she was very fond of you."

Logan's cheeks reddened when he realized what his dad was implying. "Dad, we're just friends."

His father closed his book and smiled. "Don't worry Logan, I'm not trying to embarrass you. How about just for tonight we extend your curfew. How does 1 o'clock sound?"

"Sounds great. Thanks dad."

His father nodded. "Was there anything else you needed?"

Logan paused. There was actually one thing he wanted to talk to his dad about. He wanted to know if he had any plans to return to work in his immediate future. And if he didn't then maybe Logan could bring up the idea of him making this an extended vacation. It wouldn't be selfish of him to ask right? It wasn't like he wanted him to give up his job altogether.

"Actually there was something I wanted to ask you."

But before he could ask him his father's desk phone rang. "Hold that thought."

He reached over to answer it and Logan sat down and sighed. He waited and listened to his dad's half of the conversation. "Hello, Dr. Mitchell speaking...Really? That's great news!...Thank you so much for calling to tell me….. I couldn't be more excited...Okay, I'll talk to you soon...Goodbye."

He hung up the phone and Logan raised an eyebrow. "Good news?"

"I just got funding for another one of my projects."

Logan froze feeling his heart shatter into a million pieces. His father didn't even seem to notice. "Where is it this time?"

"Same continent. Different country."

"How long until you leave?"

"Not until the end of May. And I'll be back by August, just in time for your birthday. Don't worry, there's plenty of time between now and when I leave."

Logan counted it quickly in his mind. It was four and half months from now which was roughly 130 days. It seemed like a lot of time but Logan knew it would fly by fast.

"You and James'll just have to hold down the fort while I'm gone. Think you can do that?"

Logan nodded and forced himself to smile. That was what his father always said to him whenever a new one of his projects came up.

"So what was it you wanted to ask me?"

"I don't even remember. I'm sure it was nothing important." Logan stood up from his father's chair. "Congratulations dad. I'm really happy for you."

"Thanks son."

After his conversation with his dad Logan went upstairs to his room to be alone. He didn't know why he was getting so upset over this. He should have been used to it by now.

Logan liked to think that things would be a lot different if his mom was still a part of his life. But truthfully when it came to being an actual presence in his life, she hadn't been much different from his dad. He was beginning to see a pattern of this with the people he cared about the most… but it wasn't something he liked to let himself think about. He curled up on his bed, shut his eyes and forced it out of his mind.

Kendall was sitting at his desk in front of his computer when his mom knocked on his door to tell him Jo had arrived. Earlier that day she'd called to tell him she had some really big news to share with him, so he'd invited her over so she could tell him in person. After a moment he heard a soft knock on his door. "You can come in," he said.

The blonde girl entered the room.

"Hey, what are you up to?" she asked, glancing down at his desk—the only messy part of his room—that was covered in papers, pens, and highlighters. Kendall shut his laptop and turned away from it.

"Nothing. For the next few hours I'm all yours."

She smiled at him. "Sorry I missed your game last night. There was no way my dad was gonna let me out of going to that stupid dinner. He's been driving me crazy with all these events ever since he announced he was running for re-election next year."

"Don't worry about it. I did miss having you there though."

"Congrats on your win. James must be pretty excited," she said. Then she sighed,dreamily. "…I can't believe pretty soon I'll be dating a state champion."

Kendall grinned and grabbed her by her waist, pulling her closer to him. "Well we haven't won yet. Who knows what'll happen when we go to state."

"I have the utmost faith in you," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. Then she leaned in to kiss him, almost meeting his lips. But she stopped at the last second and turned away. She pulled away from him and went to sit down on his bed. "So um, what'd you do after the game last night? Did you and the guys go out?"

"Uh, everyone else did. I was pretty tired so I just came straight home," he said, which was true. After the game he found himself crashing pretty hard after all those late nights he spent studying. But Kendall knew Jo wasn't asking him just out of curiosity, or to make casual conversation with him. He got the feeling she was just testing him to see if he would go out without her while she was gone over break.

"Well what are you doing tonight? I know Mercedes is having that big party."

Kendall shrugged, knowing better than to take that bait. "I'll probably just hang out here. So what's this big news you have to tell me anyway?"

She smiled big. "Oh yeah I almost forgot..." She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope that Kendall saw had already been ripped open. "This came for me in the mail today. It's from Stanford."

"Your early decision notification?"

She nodded and smiled, handing it to him. Kendall glanced through the letter quickly, but he didn't even need to read it to know that she'd been accepted. "Jo you got in. That's great," he said, immediately feeling himself filled with pride for his girlfriend. He stood up to give her a quick hug and she wrapped her arms around him.

"I know. It all feels so surreal…I can't believe I actually know where I'm going next year."

"You must be relieved," Kendall said, pulling back. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have felt like.

"Yeah, but pretty soon you will be too. And next year we'll both be at Stanford together, just like we planned," she said.

But Kendall shrugged. "I still haven't gotten in yet."

Jo rolled her eyes at him. "Of course you're gonna get in, Kendall. If anyone could have any pick of whatever school they wanted it's you."

"Even if I do get in it's not like I can afford it."

"That's what your scholarship is for," she pointed out, but Kendall knew that wasn't exactly guaranteed to him either. "Actually I sort of wanted to talk to you about that..."

"What about it?"

She sighed. "I know I've been acting kind of difficult lately…bugging you about not spending time with me and stuff. I should have been more understanding. With all of the work you do you're under a lot of pressure. I get that now."

Kendall raised an eyebrow. "You do?"

"Yeah and that's why I want to help you with your scholarship," she said.

"How are you gonna do that?" he questioned, and Jo momentarily looked at him like he was stupid.

"Are you forgetting who my father is? He knows people on the school board who could write your letters of reference for you. And he can't exactly influence the voting outright-"

"Because that would be cheating?"

"Right... But technically he could put in a good word for you with the judging committee. You know, since he used to play bridge with half of them practically every Saturday."

Kendall paused. The whole thing sounded simple enough, but he couldn't help but wonder what her motives were. "Are you offering this because you don't think I can do it on my own or something?"

"Of course not," Jo said quickly. "I'm just trying to help take some of the pressure off of you, and make things easier. So you have more time to focus on what's important. Like us," she said, and she laced her fingers with his.

"And that's the only reason?"

"Yes Kendall," she said, standing up in front of him, and she cupped his face with her hand and smiled. "Sometimes I forget how fragile your ego is. Just learn how to accept help when it's offered to you."

"It just doesn't seem like it should be this easy... And anyway your dad doesn't even like me."

"It's not that he doesn't like you... He just doesn't like the idea of me dating. It might help if you showed your face around the house a little more...You know, showed him what a good boyfriend you are," she said, and then she appeared to think of something. "Actually…I have the perfect idea."

Kendall hesitated in asking because he had the feeling he wasn't gonna like whatever it was. "What is it?"

"Well like I said, my dad's running for re-election next year. And he's having this big fundraiser to raise money for his campaign in a couple weeks. Kendall you of all people know how much I hate going to these things. But seeing as how I don't exactly have a choice...it might make things a bit less unbearable for me if you were there with me... as my date."

"Okay," he said.

"So you'll go?" she asked, seemingly surprised he'd agreed this easily.

"Yeah, if you want me to."

She smiled. "It's the second Saturday after school starts again. January 17th to be exact, at 6 o'clock. Don't be late and don't you dare stand me up. Oh and it's a formal event so you'll have to dress up."

He nodded, but he felt himself already starting to regret agreeing to it. He could only imagine what this kind of event entailed.

"So… I guess I should say thanks. For looking out for me and stuff."

"Kendall you don't have to thank me. I'm your girlfriend. It's my job," Jo said. She leaned in and kissed him. And Kendall felt himself relax under her touch, at the familiarity of kissing her. He started to wonder if maybe he'd been overreacting with all of that stuff before. He knew there was a reason he always liked keeping Jo around. Maybe he needed to stop taking her for granted so much.

He stood up suddenly, with his arm around her waist, and they stumbled back towards his bed. Jo sat down on his bed looking back at him, before she pulled him down on top of her. He brushed her hair out of her face and she smiled, tilting her head to the side, while he pressed his lips against her neck, and kissed down to her chest. But before he could go any further she stopped him, and Kendall figured it was because she knew any second his mom would be walking in to "check on them" since that was usually what happened.

She placed a hand on his chest and he pulled back. "You know your mom's gonna come in here any minute now and yell at us right?"

Kendall smirked, shrugging. "Yeah I know. I figured we at least have another five minutes before that happens though."

"Yeah okay," Jo laughed, gazing up at him. She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, then she murmured in a barely audible voice, "I love you."

Kendall's smile fell from his lips, and he stared at her. "You...what?"

"I said...I love you," she repeated in a more clear voice, sitting herself up. But this time she sounded a bit less sure of herself. She looked at Kendall's face to try to read his reaction, to see if he appeared affected at all by what she had said. But when she looked at him she saw nothing. He just looked at her blankly with an almost confused expression. At the very least it was clear that he was completely caught off guard. "Are you just gonna sit there and stare at me?"

"Well what do you want me to say?"

She scoffed. "Gee I don't know Kendall, anything at all? You could say it back... You could actually tell me how you feel about me for once."

Kendall looked at her confused. "What are you talking about? You know how I feel about you."

"No, Kendall I really don't..." she said, sounding annoyed. "I can never tell what you're thinking, and I hate it... Just try putting it into words," she prompted him.

He blinked, still not seeming to get what she wanted from him. The whole conversation was starting to make him feel uncomfortable. "You're my girlfriend..." was all he could come up with.

"...And?"

"And...I don't get what else there is to say?" he said, but apparently that was the wrong answer.

"You've really never given any thought to this at all?" she said, looking disappointed. "Kendall if you can't tell me how you feel about me then I don't even know why we're together." She scooted away from him, crossing her arms.

She waited for him to respond. And Kendall tried to think of something to say to appease her, but his mind was coming up completely blank. He was really failing miserably at this.

Then his door opened and his mom walked in, holding a basket of laundry. He'd never been more happy to see her. "Kendall, remember the door stays open when Jo is over," she said, scolding him.

Jo stood up, grabbing her coat. "Don't worry Mrs. Knight. I was just leaving."

Kendall watched her leave, and stood up slowly. He knew he needed to go after her, but everything in his body was telling him to just leave it alone and avoid the whole thing altogether. There was nothing he hated more than drama and emotionally-charged confrontations.

But then his mom cleared her throat and looked at him expectantly, like she knew he had just done something wrong and whatever it was she expected him to go fix it. He sighed and followed Jo out to her car.

"Jo wait..." The blonde girl stopped right before getting into her car. "Look, you just caught me off guard okay."

She rolled her eyes at him. "You're really that surprised I would tell you I love you? I'm your girlfriend."

Kendall tried to think of a way to deflect the conversation away from those three words. He really wished she would stop saying it. "Well you're leaving soon right? Do you really want to leave with us mad at each other like this?"

She thought about it and sighed. "No, I guess not... But I'm not just gonna let it go this time. We're going to finish this when I get back," she said. She walked over to him and gave him a look to let him know she was serious. Then she gave him a hug goodbye, but it felt more like they were just going through the motions. Kendall could tell she was still mad at him.

When he watched her drive away, he couldn't help it but he almost felt relieved knowing that she was leaving and she'd be gone for two weeks. It almost felt like he'd been holding his breath the whole time he was with her and now that she was gone he could finally breathe again. Kendall had never really understood relationships that well, but he at least knew this wasn't how you were supposed to feel about the person you were in one with.

He thought about the first time they had broken up, how miserable he'd let himself get and how desperate to get her back he'd been. He wondered what had changed between now and then? For the first time he considered that maybe he'd wanted to win her back for all the wrong reasons, and as a result, now that he had her he was starting to feel trapped. Maybe it's just a phase, he hoped. Maybe after they spent some time apart she'd realize she was overreacting and this would all blow over. And then things could go back to the way they were supposed to be, and she'd stop trying to make everything so complicated. But he remembered how adamant she seemed about them 'finishing this' once she came back from vacation. He sighed, already dreading whatever that conversation would entail, even though it was weeks away.

Later that night Logan waited at Camille's house, where Dak was eventually supposed to pick them up. He and Camille were upstairs in her room and Logan was supposed to be helping her pick out an outfit for the party.

"Well how do I look in this one?" Camille asked.

Logan looked up at her from where he was seated on the floor and took in her crop top and pleated mini skirt and raised his eyebrows. "Like a hooker?" he blurted.

"Excuse me?"

"Is that not the look you were going for?" Camille grabbed a pillow and whacked him on the shoulder. "Ow!"

"I asked for constructive criticism, not for you to insult me asshole."

"Okay, I'm sorry."

"What's with you anyway? You've been in a bad mood all night and you've barely moved from that spot on the floor."

Logan shrugged, and Camille sighed and sat down beside him on the floor.

"Logan, if this is about your dad... why don't you just tell him you don't want him to go? Maybe he'll understand and he'll actually stay this time."

"That's never gonna happen. You didn't see how excited he was when he got the news about his new project..." Logan frowned. "Plus that would be kind of selfish of me to ask wouldn't it? I should just be proud of him."

"So you're just gonna sit around being depressed all the time?" Logan shrugged again. Camille sighed. "I know it sucks right now but you need to cheer up. Dak's gonna be here soon and tonight we are all gonna have fun."

"Okay. I'll try," Logan said, but he didn't seem very convincing and he made no move to leave his spot on the floor.

Camille sighed and grabbed his hand, pulling him up to his feet. "Come on Logan, I need your help. And this time don't be mean about it."

"I don't know what you want me to do. I don't know anything about clothes," Logan said.

"That is such a lie. You always say that and then you always end up helping me." Camille pushed him over towards her closet until they were standing in front of it. "Now come on. Work your magic."

Logan sighed. He glanced through her closet quickly then he looked back at Camille. "Okay about the whole hooker thing. I suppose that was a little out of line... What I meant to say was, maybe you should go for something a little more subtle? Also it's like 10 degrees outside so you'll look pretty ridiculous if you show up in that."

"Okay I see your point."

Logan looked back in her closet and grabbed the first dress he saw. It was black with pink floral print. "Wear this with a pair of leggings and your brown ankle boots. And...your leather jacket."

Camille grabbed the dress and smiled. "See I told you you were good at this. You're a genius Logan!" She threw her arms around him dramatically, making him stumble backwards. Then she pulled back and looked at him and smiled. "I could kiss you right now."

They both turned around as they heard someone clear their throat behind them, and they separated once they saw it was Dak standing in the door way. "Am I interrupting something?"

Logan blushed and Camille laughed. "Not at all." She grabbed her clothes and turned to Dak. "Don't worry he's all yours."

Dak looked at Logan and the younger boy rushed over to him. "Where'd you come from?"

"Downstairs. Camille's mom let me in. Are you ready to go?"

Logan nodded. "Yeah let me just grab my coat." He grabbed his jacket off of Camille's bed. Then he slipped his hand into Dak's and they both left for the car.

They stopped outside the bathroom on their way out, and Logan knocked. "Camille we'll be outside in the car waiting okay?"

"Okay," she called back.

After a few moments of waiting Camille finally came outside and the three made their over to what was supposed to be the party of the year.