Hey! Here's Chapter 2 of Maybe It's Just Me (But You Seem Finally Happy). I've just realised how long Chapter 1 was compared to this one...sorry this update isn't as long! I posted far too much for Chapter 1...

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Logan's first day working for Kendall wasn't too bad and Kendall was actually glad to have someone to help him go through all the paperwork. Kendall had never really appreciated Logan's love of numbers before but now he adored it.

"We should stop for lunch," Kendall said, closing the completed spreadsheet on the computer.

"Yeah, I could do with some lunch. Where do you wanna go?"

Kendall smirked, "Oh, I've got that covered. I ordered something special for you first day. You just have to go pick it up."

Logan raised a eyebrow, "I have to go pick up my own surprise?"

"Yep."

"Fine," Logan rolled his eyes. "Where do I go?"

"Well, you know that bakery we were at the other day...?"

"No way."

Kendall burst out laughing, "Oh, come on. Don't you want to see your little Latino admirer again? I know that you think he's cute."

"That doesn't matter. I've just got out of a relationship."

Kendall crossed his arms and huffed in frustration, "I know. But when was the last time that you felt happy with someone? Or even had sex?"

Logan blushed deeply, "Kendall, can you stop it?"

"I'll stop, if you go and pick up my order."

Logan groaned and stood up, "I hate you."

"You'll thank me later," Kendall smirked, handing Logan the receipt and laughed as he watched him leave in a huff.

Logan took Kendall's car and tried to remember his way back to the bakery. He eventually found it and took a deep breath before walking in. Logan smiled slightly as he saw the Latino behind the counter, frosting some cupcakes. He seemed to be the only one working again but, looking around, Logan saw that there was only one couple sitting down and eating, so another worker wasn't really needed.

Logan rubbed his hands on his jeans and nervously walked up to the counter, clearing his throat to gain his attention. The man looked up from his cupcakes and dropped the spatula. His face broke into a grin but he quickly tried to compose himself before walking over and speaking.

"Hi! It's you again!" the man immediately blushed, hoping that he didn't seem like a freak for recognising him.

Logan smiled with a small nod, "Uh, yeah. Hi." He held up the receipt that Kendall had given to him. "I'm here to pick up an order that my friend made?"

The tan man took the receipt and smiled, "Ah, yes. I'll be right back."

Logan waited patiently, watching the man walk to the back of the bakery and bend down to pull two boxes out of the bottom cupboard. Logan blushed and scratched the back of his neck when he realised that he was staring and admiring the way the man's jeans stretched around his ass as he bent down.

"Here we go. I hope Logan likes it. I put the sandwiches in a separate box."

Logan chuckled, "Um, I'm Logan."

"What?" the man suddenly panicked. "I—I—Did I put the wrong name?"

Logan shook his head, "No, I'm sure you did it right. Kendall, he thought it would be funny to make me collect it."

The other man looked confused but slightly less worried, "Oh, well, I guess I hope you like it then."

"Thanks...Can I look?"

"Yeah, go for it."

Logan opened the larger box and grinned at the cake that was inside; Good Luck Logan was iced in blue across the white icing.

"It's looks really good! Did you make this?"

The man nodded shyly, "Yeah. I make everything myself."

"Wow, that—that's pretty cool. Do you own this place then?"

"Uh-huh. I'm Carlos Garcia," he smiled, sticking his hand out.

Logan hesitated for a second but then happily shook his hand, enjoying the feeling of their hands against each other.

"My Grandma taught me how to cook...She helps me out when we're busy."

Logan leant against the counter and glanced around the shop. "How often's that?" he looked back at Carlos and saw the small pout on his face. "Oh shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"

"No, it's okay. A lot of the business that we get in is to take away or orders over the phone. Fridays and Saturdays are busy though!"

"I'm sure they are. This is a really nice place and you're a really talented baker."

Carlos' face lit up, "Thank you!"

"Well, it was nice to see you again but I better be going."

"Oh, yeah, of course."

Carlos looked understanding but Logan didn't miss the way the man's smile fell.

"Thank you for the cake. I'll see you around, Carlos."

"Yeah, bye," Carlos smiled and sighed as he watched Logan walk away again. Carlos bit his lip and then dashed around the counter, "Logan, wait!"

Logan stopped with a small smile and turned around, "Yes?"

Carlos shoved his hands in the front pocket of his apron and bowed his head slightly in embarrassment, "D-Do you...Would you like to—to get drinks with me tonight?"

Logan's eyes widened in surprise and he opened and closed his mouth, trying to find a response. Carlos turned an even deeper shade of red. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry. Just forget I said anything. I—"

"No," Logan cut him off. "I-I'd love to get drinks with you."

"Really?" Carlos' face broke into a grin. "You really do?"

Logan nodded shyly, "Yeah, I do."

"Okay," Carlos breathed heavily, the grin still plastered on his face.

Logan waited, smirking in amusement, wondering if Carlos was going to say anything else. But when he just kept looking at Logan in adoration, Logan put down his boxes and grabbed the receipt that was on top of them.

"How about, I give you my number and you text me the details later?"

Carlos nodded, "Y-Yeah, okay."

"You got a pen?"

Carlos looked around and then hurried back behind the counter, grabbing one from beside the register. He handed it to Logan with a smile and watched him write down his number, still amazed that he'd said yes.

"Any time after eight is okay with me," Logan told him as he handed the number over, smiling as Carlos stared at it.

"Okay. Okay, yeah. Thanks Logan. I'll text you."

"I'll look forward to it. See you tonight."

"Yeah. Bye Logan."

Logan picked up his boxes and left the shop. He glanced back through the window before heading back to the car. He laughed lightly as he saw Carlos doing a 'happy dance' in the middle of the bakery.

Logan sighed heavily as he got back in the car and it finally hit him that he had a date tonight. Logan had no idea what he was going to wear or what he was going to do. He wasn't very experienced at dating; he'd been with Camille since he was sixteen.

Hope this was alright. And don't worry, the next chapter will be longer (I have most of it written and it's already longer...)

Please let me know what you think (: