A/N So this story will be from Kendall's POV but I'll throw Logan in every once in awhile, just to give an idea of his nightmares. I really want to thank rahks for letting me know this isn't complete rubbish :)
It's morning. Daylight is trying to peek through the drapes. I can sort of hear Carlos and James fighting over who gets the last of the Fruity Loops.
A crash soon follows and judging by the loud whoop, I'd say James won.
I look over at Logan's bed. It's empty, and I can hear the shower running. I hope he's having a better day.
Sighing, I get up and pick up a random plaid shirt and some jeans from the ground. They smell clean, they'll do.
"You did not just sniff that to see if they were clean." I glance up to see Logan judging me. He's got his arms crossed, towel hanging low on his hips.
I shrug, "At least I'm considerant enough to smell them." I slip the jeans on and lift my eyebrow at him.
Sharing a room with Logan ismuch better than when I had to share one with Katie. I hated having to wear more than just boxer briefs to bed.
Logan scoffs at me and turns around to get dressed. He drops the towel and reaches over to grab his boxers.
"Logan! You have a really white ass!" Carlos laughs as he launches himself onto my bed.
He just rolls his eyes and blushes, "We can't all be like you, Mr. Short, Dark and Accident Prone."
Carlos' face turns dark for a quick moment, but soon brightens when Mom yells, "POPTARTS!" He jets off, yelling at James to stop being a fat lard.
I glance at Logan and we share a look, continuing to get dressed in silence.
"So.. Uhm, you want to talk about last night?" I ask, my voice cracking. Logan stands up straight, looking at me in the mirror.
"No. It's bad enough dealing with it at night. I don't want to have to think about it during the day." He states in a tone that tells me to drop it.
But I won't.
"Logie, I want to help you. How can I help you if you won't let me in?" I pleaded with him.
All I received was an eyeroll, and he moved to leave.
I stepped in front of him, "You're not going anywhere until we talk about this." I grab his shoulders, and he tenses, eyes widening.
"P-p-please. Just l-l-let me go." He stutters, and I quickly withdraw my hands. Logan closes his eyes, placing his small hands over them. He breathes in deeply and looks up at me.
"Have you ever had a dream that was so real, you could taste your feelings? Touch every thing and believe you're really there? That's what this nightmare is like. It's becoming my reality. I can't..."
And with that, he pushes past me and walks into the main room.
"I think I get you now, I think I get you now."