A few hours passed and Logan found himself curled around a pillow on hid bed, slowly dozing off to the sound of the air conditioner. His eyes snapped open in alarm when he heard the door to his room open and soft footsteps pad across the carpet. He tried to even out his breath as best he could and closed his eyes, silently cursing himself for leaving the door unlocked. He felt the bed dip behind him and willed himself not to tense when a hand settled on his back.
"Logan?" James' voice spoke softly and shook the smaller body a little, "Logan, I know your awake. You know you're a really bad fake-sleeper." James pointed out and laughed a little as Logan let out a deep sigh.
He turned on to his back to look up at his tall friend and smirked. James' hair was sticking up in all different directions and his lips were red and swollen, "So you and Kendall are go I take it?" Logan gestured to his hair.
James blushed and his hands flew to his hair as he tried to smooth it down, but nothing seemed to help. Logan laughed a little when James stuck his tongue out in consentration and sat up to face James. The smaller boy yawned and raised his hands, rubbing at his raw eyes.
James smiled softly and grabbed Logan's wrists, pulling his hands away from his face, "What happened?" Logan shook his head and looked down at the comforter as he tried pulling his hands out of James' grip, but the pretty boy wasn't letting go, "Logan?" he probbed gently, knowing that he would give in eventually.
"I fucked everything up." Logan whimpered as his voice shook and tears cascaded down his cheeks once again. James shook his head and sighed as he pulled his best friend into a hug. Logan clung to James and sobbed into his shoulder as he tried to speak, "I-I kissed him, and he-" his sentence broke as he let out a heartbreaking sob and James held him tighter, "He didn't do or say anything. He-he just stood there. He didn't even come after me." Logan choked out and collapsed further into the taller, who just held him and hushed him softly.
"It's okay, Logan. Calm down. Everything is going to be okay." he whispered comfortingly. Logan suddenly tore himself out of James' embrace and glared up at the other.
"Easy for you to say. You got him, James. You got Kendall, the one thing you wanted. And now the one thing I wanted hates me. Carlos hates me, James. You have no idea what it feels like to put yourself out there and just be shut down like that. To have your heart ripped out of your chest and stomped on. You have no idea. I ruined everything. I should have just let it be, but he wanted to know my secret, and-UGH! I should have just walked away. And now he hates me, he'll never talk to me again." Logan ended his rant with a heart-wrenching sob and once again collapsed into his best friend, who was there to catch him, no matter what.
"He doesn't hate you, Logan." James said into the shaking boy's hair, "He's really upset about this, too. Kendall and I were in our room...talking," Logan scoffed into James chest, but James chose to ignore it and continue, "And Carlos came to the door crying, saying that he needed to talk to Kendall alone. He kicked me out of my own room!" Logan giggled a little through his tears and James pulled him out of his chest so he could look at him, "When I saw that Carlos had been crying, I knew something had to have happened so I came to find you."
Logan nodded and furrowed his brow as he looked up at James, "He was crying?" he whispered, his voice cracked at the thought of Carlos crying over anything. When James nodded his conformation, Logan had to ask, "Why?"
James shrugged, "Beats me. But something tells me you should talk to him. Before Mama Knight gets home." James stressed and Logan looked at his alarm clock.
"She's not home yet? It's almost 10." Logan sounded a little worried and he moved to reach across his bed for his phone on the nightstand, but James stopped him.
"Kendall already talked to her. She figured she would give us a little more time, so she took Camille and Katie shopping and then to a late movie for a girls night. They'll be back around midnight." Logan nodded and settled back into his bed, scooting away from James and resting against his headboard as he pulled his knees to his chest. James sighed as he moved to sit next to Logan and put his arm around his broken friend, "Talk to him."
Logan looked up at James and sniffled a little, before wiping away a few stray tears that were still streaked across his face, "Can it wait til morning?" Logan asked hopefully, not knowing if he could take anymore heartbreak for one night.
James shrugged and smiled down at Logan, "I don't know, you ask him." He tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrows. Logan scrunched up his nose in confusion and turned to look in the direction that James was hinting at. For the first time, he noticed two dark figures standing near the open door.
"How-how long have you two been standing there?" Logan asked as they walked into the room. Kendall was smiling softly at him and Carlos was staring at the ground, but Logan could see his puffy eyes and the tear stains on his light gray t-shirt.
"Not too long. But long enough." Kendall responded and bumped shoulders with Carlos, who looked up at the blonde. Kendall raised his eyebrows and nodded towards Logan before then looking at James, "James?" Kendall said and the tall brunette nodded and gave Logan one last squeeze before removing his arm from him and standing up. The two intertwined their fingers and smiled at their two short friends before walking out the door and closing it softly behind them.
Suddenly, Logan felt like he couldn't breath and he so desperately wanted to just dissappear. He was in his bedroom, alone, with his best friend. His best friend that he shared this bedroom with. His best friend that he was in love with. His best friend who he had just kissed and ran away from. His best friend. Shit.