A really short update.
Good news is I kind of know where I'm going to take this. I'm going to write a few more chapters, of course, to see how if it works.
So I just wanted to post this really quick.

It had been a week since the entire incident, and Carlos and I haven't really talked about Logan or James. I did, however, confess about James blackmailing me, which only infuriated Carlos more. Meanwhile, I had recurring nightmares almost nightly. It was of Jett and how he would use to force himself onto me despite my protests. Suddenly, his face would twist and distort into James', and I would awake in a panic, a thick layer of sweat on my forehead. I tried taking sleeping pills, hoping that they would let me have just one night of uninterrupted sleep. Too bad it didn't do much. By now, my sparkling emerald eyes were lackluster from exhaustion, and dark circles were beginning to form.

Carlos, I could tell, hadn't been sleeping well either. Sometimes after waking up startled from my nightmares, I would notice the lights in the living room were on. I would sneak out quietly to see what he was up to. Sometimes he just sat there curled up on the sofa reading his book or watching some TV; other times, though, he would be sniffling and wiping away tears that were falling.

And it went on like this. We kept our feelings in secrecy, and whenever we held conversations, we acted like everything was fine.

That's when I decided that some heartless whore wasn't going to ruin things for my best friend. It was because of James that Logan and Carlos, the world's most perfect couple, weren't together like they should be. It was because of James that Carlos stayed up all night sobbing silently. Everything horrible was James' fault, and he was going to pay for what he did.

I grabbed my car keys and slid it into my pocket as I approached the front door.

"Where are you going?" Carlos asked, who was lying on the couch watching Criminal Minds. "It's like 12 am."

"Work emergency," I lied, pulling the door open.

I closed the door quickly so that Carlos wouldn't ask any questions and went down the flight of stairs that led to the apartment complex's parking garage. I started my car and headed to the club.

I stormed into the club, eyes darting back and forth to locate the person I was looking for. The man in the flashy vest was at his usual place, pouring and mixing drinks for these people. I made my way to the bar, trying my best to avoid contact from the sweaty drunk goers.

"Logan!" I called out, having trouble pushing past a large cluster of people. "Logan!"

The brunette looked up from the drink he was mixing, and his eyebrows shot up when he saw me push through.

"Uh, Kendall? What are you doing here?" he inquired, handing a customer her order.

"We need to talk."

Logan glanced around, and waved over another brunette.

"Hey Dak, can you replace me for a bit?"

The guy nodded and smiled.

"Sure."

Logan gave Dak a pat on the back before thanking him. He gestured for me to follow him to the back, and so I did. We stepped out into a dimly lit, enclosed area and he shut the door gently, muting out the loud trash people called music these days.

"So?" he prompted, looking at me expectantly. "What's up?"

"Carlos misses you," I blurted.

He exhaled slowly and cleared his throat.

"He hates me."

"No, he hates what your asshole of a friend did to me," I spat, probably harsher than I had intended. "But that's not the point. He loves you so much, and I'm not going to let what James did ruin what you two had."

"What we had is over," Logan stated. "End of story."

"No it's not! Look, if you really love him, you'd never give up."

Logan raised an eyebrow.

"I thought it was if you really love something, let it go."

I rolled my eyes.

"No, because he still loves you. He hasn't slept very well lately. I frequently hear him cry during the night, Logan. He misses you so much."

Logan sighed in defeat.

"Well, how about you?"

"What about me?"

He lifted a hand and placed it on my cheek.

"Your eyes are lifeless, and you have dark circles under them," he pointed out. "You haven't slept very well either."

"It's not about me," I snapped, jerking my face away.

"Kendall," Logan said, very seriously, "you never think it's about you. You need to realize that sometimes, your own well-being comes first."

"I can take it," I fibbed, thumbing the hem of my shirt as I fixed my gaze on anything that's not Logan's face. "Trust me, I'm fine."

Logan's stern glare didn't falter a bit though.

"Kendall, you need to tell me. What's going through your mind right now?"

"Look, you and Carlos—"

"Stop!" Logan ordered. "Enough about me and Carlos for now. It's about you. Kendall, you don't have to deal with your emotions alone. I know about Jett, okay?"

I gaped at him, unable to find the right lines to respond.

"H-how?" I stammered out.

"Carlos told me," he sighed, taking a seat on the ground.

I followed suit.

"I know about what he did to you, using you for sex and then leaving you. And I know James just made everything so much worse. Kendall, you need to know that it's okay to feel. You had horrible encounters, and repressing all your feelings is just going to worsen things."

I stared at the ground, deep in thought as I absorbed everything that Logan had just said. But I couldn't bring myself to share my thoughts. They were private things; I couldn't possibly just tell him everything. They were called thoughts for a reason.

So I shook my head.

"No. I don't need to tell anyone anything," I decided.

"Kendall…"

"No," I shot, standing up from the gravel. "Look, are you going to get back together with Carlos or not?"

Logan didn't say anything.

"It's a lot more complicated than that, Kendall," he finally replied.

I headed towards the entrance to the club, not waiting for Logan to catch up with me. Hell yeah, I was freaking pissed. It was fucking annoying that Logan was trying to be all 'I'm going to save Carlos from heartbreak by staying away' and Carlos was refusing to take Logan back because he 'had to protect me' or some bullshit like that. So if Logan wasn't going to do it and Carlos wasn't going to do it, someone has got to. And this 'someone' is James. He's going to fix it.

Meh how was this? D:
I feel very not confident with my writing right now since I haven't updated anything in a while.
You can expect a way longer chapter next update.
Hope it was okay. c: Reviews are lovely.