"Welcome to Chez Mitchell." Logan announced as they walked into his house.
Carlos looked around. Logan had a nice house, not as nice as James and Kendall's, but it was nicer than his. Logan led Carlos upstairs to his room.
"My room is kind of messy, I hope that's okay." Logan told him.
"That's fine. My room's a wreck. Hell, my whole house is a wreck." Carlos laughed.
Logan swung open the door to his room. His eyes darted to the window. "Shit." he muttered.
"You okay..?" Carlos asked.
Logan sighed. "I'm fine, but there's a problem with our project."
"What?"
Logan gestured to the dead plants in the window. "Well, I suck at keeping things alive, as you can see. Plants, pets, you name it. It's like everything I touch dies…." He frowned. "Except people of course!" he finished quickly and awkwardly chuckled.
"Oh. Alright."
"We could always just take the pictures here today and then leave the plants at your house…"
Carlos scowled. "You actually trust me with the plants? I figured you thought I was too dumb to do anything." he snapped.
Logan grew wide-eyed. "No! Last week! I didn't mean it like that… I'm sorry. I'm just, I guess you could say I'm an over-achiever."
"But… why?" Carlos asked curiously.
Why? No one has ever asked me why…
"Because I need to get into medical school."
A look of understanding came over Carlos' face. "Oh…."
"We should get to taking those pictures now." Logan suggested.
Carlos nodded and watched Logan get out his camera. It was at that moment he noticed that Logan's room was completely organized; the only thing that was out of place were the pair of jeans and shirt on the floor. So much for his room being a mess, he thought.
They began to take the pictures. Carlos had a funny idea, he picked up one of the plants and began modeling it for the camera. Logan laughed and actually took the pictures of his absurd modeling. Are we actually having fun?, Logan asked himself.
After the pictures, Carlos, in all irony, didn't want to go home. He sat down on Logan's bed, looked up at him, and smirked.
"I have a question…" Carlos began.
"What?"
"I saw you sitting alone at lunch today, what was up with that? Why weren't you sitting with your friends? I mean, everyone has friends…"
Logan looked at the ground. "No, not everyone has friends…"
Carlos suddenly felt sympathy for him. "Well, it looks like we're done here."
Logan frowned. "Yeah. Well, if you're not busy Friday we could always work on it at your house?"
Carlos thought for a moment. Was he busy tomorrow? Kendall and James already had another double date planned for tomorrow… What the hell, why not? It's either that or sit at home sulking over Jennifer…
"Sure." Carlos got up and grabbed his things. "See ya tomorrow, Logan."
Logan waved. "Bye."
Logan lay in his bed, unable to sleep. He was anxious for some reason, and was too restless to sleep. He felt like he was beginning to have a… friend. He felt pathetic, not having friends.
He used to have friends in elementary school, but in middle school everything changed. No one wanted to be friends with the weird, smart kid who always seemed exhausted. High school was even worse, no one seemed to notice him there. On the brightside, he always got a lot of reading done…
It was weird, having plans on a Friday night. He was usually reading or hanging out with his mother. That was never fun. Logan longed for the weekends though, it was the perfect time to catch up on his sleep. He still had little missions at night on the weekends, but usually they gave him day jobs whenever they could.
Tonight was one of his nights off, but he still couldn't sleep. It could have been because of Carlos, but it also could have been because he was used to being up this late… he figured it was the latter.
He heard something that sounded like a burst of flames. He sat up in his bed. What the hell, this is my night off! He picked up the black envelope at the end of his bed and sighed. Well, at least he was awake.
Logan drove to school on Friday, struggling to keep himself awake. He blasted the radio and attempted to sing along.
"What is love! Baby don't hurt me! Don't hurt me! No more!"
He felt so weird singing along to the catchy 90s tune; Logan was not a singer, at least he didn't think so. He parked his car at school, but waited until the song was over to get out of it. As lame as it was, Logan loved that song, he never understood why.
Logan felt less capable and grew more tired every minute he sat there listening to the song. Everything was suddenly very slow. What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more. As the chorus played, Carlos was walking towards Logan's car in what seemed like slow motion. Logan's eyelids began to droop as the song carried him to sleep.
What is love? "Carlos is love…" Logan muttered.
The song ended and the sound of heavy guitars jolted him awake. Logan yelled as the radio was suddenly louder than he remembered. Logan was exhausted and he was having trouble putting two plus two together. He recalled what he had said before he drifted off for those few moments. Carlos is love? God, I really am tired… Logan laughed at his statement from before. I'm not gay, and even if I was, Carlos would not be my type.
He laughed at himself again as he opened his car door.
The song Logan is listening to in the car is called "What Is Love" by Haddaway if you were wondering.