Author's note: So, my computer is busted and the three chapters of which were written up, edited and ready to post have gone down the drain with it. Will I get it back? No, probably not. But yeah, I'm sorry, I had to rewrite this and I honestly couldn't get into the same flow.
Rating: M for future reasons.
Pairing: James/ Logan for also future reasons.
Disclaimer: Owner of nothing.
Chapter Four.
In the end, Logan rents out a hotel room, not at all fond with the idea of renting out his body for a good night's sleep. Not that he can have a good night's sleep. He can't stop thinking and stressing over the current situation.
As far as he knows, this has never happened in the history of mankind.
No one can understand his experience or even advice.
A day has been way too long, let alone a week.
Strolling through the Palm Woods the next morning isn't quite the same.
He has no meaning there at the moment, no one knows who he is.
Well, apart from Camille and even she doesn't seem all that bothered by "Lonnie".
"Lonnie!"
Surprised to hear the name on his mind out loud, Logan averts his attention to the oncoming panicky Carlos.
"Lonnie! Help, I'm worried!" Carlos brows are knitted together, lips in a fine line as he tries to repress the tears that are hiding in the corner of his eyes.
Logan's never ever before seen this.
"Buddy, what's wrong?"
"Logan's still not back!" Carlos bursts, throwing himself forward into Logan's opening arms.
"Is it something we did? Something I did? Has he finally had enough? I mean, I know he said he needed new friends but it doesn't give him the right to go find new friends!"
He remembers the circumstances, not at all thinking he'd be able to just get up and leave without his stuff, without a goodbye and most definitly, with a hangover.
"Carlos, Logan's coming back. He just... ran into something important." He's not quite sure why he can't just throw the fact Carlos is hugging the one he misses, out there.
Carlos has never been a one to believe in science. Magic would always be a possibility in Carlos' eyes. He doesn't know why he hasn't got the guts to just tell the truth.
"Y-you mean that?" He wipes away the running tears, his eyes drying up as hope slowly seeps into his appearing smile.
"Of course I do! I know Logan, he couldn't even think of better friends!"
"I know right! That's what I'm always saying!" Carlos grins triumphantly, pulling out of the hug in a much better mood than he went in with.
Logan nods, the mood falling silent and awkward as the conversation comes to an end.
"So, where are you staying?" Carlos asks, clasping his hands together and blatantly trying to look anywhere but at Logan.
"Hotel," Logan grumbles, the knowing that his bed is upstairs killing him.
"Oh. Well, why don't you stay with us."
Logan chokes on his own shock, turning to look at his friend in utter surprise, "Seriously?"
Carlos becomes sheepish, misinterpreting his surprise. "Y-You don't have to. Sorry... I didn't mean to sound like a creep. I promise I'm not. So-"
Logan lunges forward, not allowing his friend to sheer another word as he goes in for a bone crushing hug.
"I love you! I love you! I love you!"
"Who loves you now?"
Logan turns to an oncoming Kendall and James, unable to suppress a squeal and he brings both of them into a forced hug too.
Carlos grins, the happy mood rubbing off on him, as usual, "She's staying with us!"
Logan sits on the end of the sofa, not at all as comfortable as he normally would be.
With Mrs. Knight throwing every beverage his way, it's hard just to settle down and watch whatever crap they'd walked in on Katie watching.
No one dared to even look at the remote.
"I'm bored!" Carlos finally exclaims, even letting out a knowing sigh.
Logan leans forward, picking up his small glass of what appears to be water. "Can't we turn it over? The hockey games on in-"
"You like hockey?" All three boys gasp in union, asserting their attention to the blushing brunette.
"Yeah- No- Maybe?" Logan isn't sure how to answer. At this point, he's not sure he can answer without it receiving further curiosity,
"Can I like, marry you?" Logan cringes at the dumb struck blonde, shaking his head vigorously as he scoots a little further away.
"I called her first!" Carlos screams, jumping up, to setting himself up to attack Kendall.
"No one can call me!" Logan squeaks, leaping up from the sofa to run behind it.
"Yeah, besides, Logan has probably already called her. Isn't that right Lonnie?"
Logan scoffs, secretly flattered that James think he would've been able to call dibs on anyone.
"So you're up for dibs?" Kendall arches an eyebrow, flashing him a knowing look.
"No! I mean, yeah! Logan's dibbed me. I'm not up for sale or any other prostitute like activity..."
"You sound like him." Carlos giggles, taking his seat again. "You're the perfect couple."
"I sound like me, thank you." Logan leaves without another word, unconsciously making his way to the kitchen.
"We're out of hot chocolate." Logan turns to look at Katie, momentarily panicking.
There's no doubt about it, she knows something.
"...Thank you but I was only getting a glass of water." He lies, pouring himself a glass for good measures before making his way to hit Logan's and James' shared room.
He strips to his boxer shorts, toying once again with the idea of getting a bra and proper girl underwear.
He knows what he's wearing isn't entirely appropriate for his current gender.
He's refusing to buy something that'll last him less than a week and then become a bit weird and perverted to keep.
The bed doesn't feel the same, lying on his front is very uncomfortable putting new, strange pressure on his chest.
He prepares himself for another sleepless night too transfixed on it to hear James come in.
A/N: I'll try to pick this up again. Thanks for the great comments.
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