(Kendall POV)

As Logan opened the door to his apartment, I was struck with that feeling again. The feeling that made me just want to get closer to him. But I just shrugged it off and blamed my hormones again. He smiled at me and the feeling got stronger.

He looked different. Good different. His hair was down, which it rarely ever was, and he was wearing skinny jeans. Really nice skinny jeans that showed off his…. Legs….

I noticed someone come out of the hallway behind him. It was his dad.

"Hello, Kendall," he said cheerfully. He had this look on his face, like he knew something I didn't know. That slightly concerned me and slightly confused me, but I barely took notice of it. I was too busy looking at Logan.

Logan had opened the door wider and I stepped inside his neat little apartment. It was just as cozy and familiar as the last time I was over.

"You came here quickly," he said, shutting the door behind him. "Was James that unbearable?"

I nodded, sighing. "He was pretty bad," I said. Logan lead the way to his room and I followed him cautiously. "But now I guess he'll have to bug Katie instead."

He grinned at me and that feeling tugged at my heart strings. "I guess so," he said.

We walked into his room, the room I was so jealous of. He had his own bathroom, his own futon, his own TV, his own huge bed, and his own game system and surround sound speakers. Can't get any better than that.

"Guess who got the new COD game?" he asked, still grinning.

"Me?" I asked in a fakely hopeful way.

Logan just chuckled. "No, me!" He dug through his ridiculous video game shelf/drawer and pulled out what looked to me like a brand new game. He smiled and popped it into the game console. It made some weird pinging noise and flashed a bunch of different colors. A deep voice announced that this was going to be an 'epic adventure' and I could almost believe that.

We played for who knows how long before Logan's dad came into his room to 'check on us.' Which is weird because he's never checked on us when I came over last week with James and Carlos… He also said that he was going to head to work and take the only car they had so Logan and I were just going to have to stay at Logan's house for lunch. We had already sort of pigged out on a bunch of junk food and I had taken the bus to his house, so that wasn't much of a problem.

After another half hour or so, we decided to shut off the game and just sit around and do nothing. Together, we sat on his bed, with a family sized bag of potato chips that was already half empty, and just… talked. Talking to Logan was nice. He always knew what to say and when to say it and how to say it. His voice was velvety and calming. I bet he could sing real well, too, if he tried. Maybe he could try out for the play this year. Or the talent show. I don't think he knows how amazing his voice sounds. Mine sounds like nails on a chalkboard. And I'm not exaggerating.

"Kendall?" Logan said, waving his hand in front of my face. "Anyone home?"

I realized I had been completely zoning out while he was talking. "Oh, sorry," I said. "What?"

"You were just staring into space for about three consecutive minutes," he said, grinning again. He raised an eyebrow. "You need some water or something?"

I laughed nervously. "Uh, no," I said. I looked down at the chip bag. "But I do think we need another bag of chips. This one is half empty."

Logan just looks at me and takes the bag, his fingers brushing against mine. "I believe you mean this one is half full," he said.

I pulled the chip bag back. "Same difference," I said, smiling. "You optimist."

"You pessimist."

He leaned forward to grab some chips at the exact same time I did and our hands touched again. And, I know this is going to sound so sappy and unrealistic and cliché but… Something happened where we both looked at each other, straight in the eyes. Logan had this weird look on his face. One that seemed like he wanted to do something more, wanted to lean in and just be close to me. I'd seen that same look before… on my face. He was feeling the same way I was.

That scared me a little.

But it also excited me.

Before I even knew what was happening, our lips were crashing together. I'm not sure if he kissed me or I kissed him or we both simultaneously kissed each other. All I knew was that we were kissing. I was kissing Logan Mitchell.

My best friend.

I suddenly pulled away. I couldn't do this. Not with him. Logan had been my best friend since he moved into this town and I couldn't just kiss him out of the blue. I… I wasn't gay. At least I didn't think so. I was so confused and had so many thought running through my head- What if we do have a relationship and something goes wrong? What if we stopped being friends? What if someone found out?

I hopped up of the bed, nearly pushing the chips off as well, and grabbed my jacket from his desk chair. I stuttered some lame excuse for me leaving so sudden, though I'm sure it sucked and he didn't believe me. As I hurriedly walked out of his room, I tried my best not to look at him, but I did get a glimpse of his disappointed face and his sigh. Then I was out on the street, a few blocks away from the bus stop. I had sprinted out of there like my life depended on it. Then I felt guilty. If I had just stayed there and kissed him like I knew I wanted to then I wouldn't feel so guilty. What was I supposed to do?

(Logan POV)

I watched in silence as Kendall sprinted from my house muttering something along the lines of, "My laundry must be done by now. I have to go get it before it…uh.. wrinkles… and stuff."

Sighing, I placed my head in my hands and resisted the urge to cry. Today hadn't turned out the way I had planned.

Then my cell phone rang. I hoped against all hope that it was Kendall, but I knew it wasn't. It was some unknown number. I pressed talk anyways and said angrily, "What?"

"Hello," a friendly female voice said. "Is this Logan Mitchell?"

"Uh," I said, not recognizing the voice. "Who is this?"

"This is Kelly from PalmWoods Hospital," she said.

"What happened?"

"There's been an emergency. You need to come to the hospital as soon as possible."

That did not answer my question. "What. Happened?" I repeated.

"It's your father."

*Gasp* What's wrong with Logan's father?

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