Wow, I am so sorry that this chapter is so belated. :| I just didn't know what to write, ugh, sorry about that!

Also, it is a short chapter, because I am lame and didn't feel like carrying the scene over.

In this chapter you'll learn a little more about Logan and just a tiny bit more about Kendall. Once again, because I am lazy I didn't want to elaborate. :P

Some talking between Logan and someone new also goes down.

Shit flies.

Just kidding.

Anyways, enjoy or something. I would appreciate it :) Thank you so much, you guys, it honestly means so much to me that all of you have an interest in this fic.

The sun is shining directly on me when I wake up, the covers and sheets bundled up to my chin, and this is really odd for me.

"Logan, shut the curtains for me. I can't sleep with the sun in my eyes."

I never have them pulled up this high.

But then I look around and realize this isn't my room.

And he's not beside me.

This is definitely not where I want to be right now.

Nope. Get me out of here.

The floral print on the comforter is not comforting me at all, and I don't even bother making the bed when I get up.

Okay, I should. I'm a guest, after all.

My head is buzzing and I just really want out of here.

I need to pee, actually.

But then again, I have no idea where the bathroom is.

Let alone where Logan is.

Is that even his name? I can't remember.

I'm tip-toeing around the room, looking for my articles of clothing when there's a knock on the door frame.

My heart feels like it's about to burst when I turn around and look at him.

"Hey," he smiles, stepping into the room.

I nod back, bundling the pants and shirt in my arms. The awkwardness is only killing me slightly. I mean, how could it not be awkward, with the meeting and the sex and then the sleeping?

Especially now that I think I might be harboring a small crush on him.

That may or may not be unrequited.

You really never know.

"So," he says, rocking back and forth on his heels. "I made breakfast."

The smell slowly drifts into the room, and despite my stomach purring in protest, I shouldn't stay.

"Thanks, but where's your bathroom?" I blurt out and quickly cover my mouth.

"It's not a dumb thing to ask, Kendall. I should have told you. It's down the hall, the first room on the right. And Kendall?"

He's looking at me pretty seriously and I nod.

"Yeah?" The clothes in my arms feel like they weigh a ton.

"Are you used to your bedroom being cold or something? Last night after you fell asleep I covered you up before I went to get ready for bed, because you were shivering like no tomorrow. I looked in the room again before I went to bed, and you had the comforter pulled over your head."

I shouldn't be mad or even upset.

Yet, I am.

My hand brushes against my own arm and I shiver from the touch, looking away from the shorter brunet. "Yeah," I mutter. "I get cold a lot." It feels like there's a hammer pounding against my head.

Definitely not telling him my heat has been turned off since Jo moved out.

But getting my hopes crushed when he said he didn't sleep with me shouldn't make my head hurt like this, should it?

"Oh, I see." He nods and I hurry out of the room, running out into the hall and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I sigh, leaning against the door and slowly sliding down into a blob on the cool tile floor.

It feels so nice, maybe I could shut my eyes for a while and I'll be home, sitting on my ratty couch and eating dollar store brand ramen noodles for every meal.

I didn't sign up for this.

Maybe I should reevaluate my life.

I had sex with a stranger, fucking dreamt about living with him, got upset when he told me that he slept somewhere else, and bolted into the bathroom when he asked a simple question.

Yeah. He really doesn't think I'm crazy at all.

There's a knock on the door a few minutes later, and I slowly sit up.

"Kendall? You okay? Your toast and eggs are going to be kind of, well, not warm now."

He made you breakfast, you dumb idiot.

Unlock the door and go eat. Get that man, I mean, get those eggs.

Sighing, I turn the lock and stand.

"Hey, thanks," I chirp as I open the door, politely smiling at him.

When he smiles back, I forget the world. I forget the disheveIed look I'm trying to pull. I obviously forget our lives right now, evident when I grab his jaw and pull him in, pressing a simple kiss to his full lips.

"Well," he breathes when I let go. "We don't want a good meal to go to waste."

I nod excitedly. "Let's go have us a mighty meal."

Maybe I do have a teensy crush on this kid.

Poor guy. He doesn't know what he's getting his little paws into.

That's a good thing though.

Isn't it?

I'm not so positive it is.

"Whoa, thanks for the meal, Logan," I stretch back in my chair and catch a smirk on his face.

There's hope still left, because a glimmer shines in his eye.

"No problem," he says, frowning at the buzzing phone on the table. "I'll… I'll be right back."

With a quick hello into the speaker, he's off into another room. I can still hear the conversation, although I'm not trying to eavesdrop on it.

They're just really loud.

I instead take out my phone and text James a quick 'Im okay'.

He replies immediately, and I grin at his anger filled response.

'Where were you?! You should have told me if you were gonna ditch like that. I was so worried about you! Didn't you see my texts and calls? That means you were supposed to contact me. I know you're probably at home but whatever I hate you call me or not it's up to you.'

Shaking my head, I think of a good sounding reply to that.

'I actually had a one night stand.'

I hesitate before hitting the send button, wondering what he'll say. Probably would scoff it off and say with whom, my hand?

I see the phone light up but Logan's conversation is getting kind of good. Arguing.

"No, Camille, you're the one who's fucking this all up. You're the one who's never there for her, and who do you think takes her to the ballet lessons and the viola practices, plus all of the other shit she's signed up for? Do you think she likes all of that? Wouldn't she not want to spend time with her lovely parents? One of whom is never there for her? Sometimes, I swear to god."

He's silent for a few minutes and then he blows up again.

"You're the one taking her halfway across the globe, not me! Do you think if I would have had the chance to either take her to fucking France to see something she undoubtfully wouldn't or keep her safe and at home, that I would take her on a goddamn trip? Nope. Because I'm responsible. And I'm not saying you aren't, but for Christ's sake, learn to be an adult for once!"

He doesn't speak again for a few minutes and sighs heavily when he starts to talk.

"That's not what I'm saying at all, Camille. You know that. I'm on your side, believe it or not. No, I am not mad at you, really, I'm not. You just needed some common sense kicked into you, and I knew it was my job to do so. I have to go now, though, I have company. And yes—"

She must have interrupted him, or something, because he coughs and continues.

"And yes, I was saying, that I love you too. Say hello to the little fart for me, if you could? I miss her terribly. And Camille? Both of us need to stop getting worked up over such little things like this." He chuckles before saying his final goodbye.

I… I don't think I was supposed to hear that conversation.

Luckily I'm done washing dishes when he finally returns, his eyes sunken and his back slightly hunched.

"Thank you for doing that, Kendall," he pulls out his chair, letting it gently scrape across the tiled floor before he plants himself on it.

"I think I'm going to go, now, if you don't mind."

All I'm hearing in my head is the nagging feeling deep in my thoughts.

This isn't good.

"No," he stands, pressing a hand against my arm. "Let's go get you a change of clothes and then we could do something fun. My treat."

"Logan," I giggle, running a hand through his hair and leaving it on his cheek. "You've already done so much for me."

"We still have another night. You know that right?"

Oh Logan, poor unfortunate Logan, do not remind me. I'm still quivering at the knees.

"Fine," I give him his pride on a silver platter. "But I get to choose what we're gonna get to do."

"Fine by any means."

Grinning, I pat his cheek. "Good, because I am in the mood for ice skating."

His eyes bulge a little and he stutters out a response that would keep anyone guessing.

"I've never been ice skating, Kendall..."

I reach for his hand and barely squeeze it, gulping back my true thoughts. "Then I'll just have to teach you."

"I'd be willing to learn from you."

I'm still kind of on the fence about this, about him.

But, we have a pretty good time nevertheless, if you ask me.