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(Logan POV)
"No, really," I said for the third time. "I'll just sleep on the floor."
"Logan," Kendall said firmly. "You've had a bad day. Now you're going to sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the floor. "
"But-"
"Go."
I sighed and muttered, "Fine." He had already done enough for me by letting me stay over at his house. It felt weird to sleep in his bed while he was on the floor. But, he was right. I'd had a bad day and arguing with him would just make it worse.
I sat down on the bed and closed my eyes when he turned off the light. I saw his dull shadowy outline cross the room and lay down on top of a bundle of blankets and pillows on the floor.
I started thinking about my dad again. Involuntarily, of course. It was hard not to think of him when my mind had finally calmed down and I was trying to sleep. I always thought of bad things before I went to sleep, which usually meant that I had terrible nightmares about whatever it was that I had been thinking about.
It was so unfair. My dad was such a good person. He didn't deserve this. Not after what happened to my mom… That's just too much for one person to handle.
I felt dampness on my cheeks. I was crying… again. I swept away my tears and tried in vain to keep quiet.
"Logan?" I heard Kendall say.
I knew that if I spoke, my voice would crack and it would give me away. "Hmm?"
Kendall was silent for a minute and for a second I thought he hadn't heard me. Then I heard a quiet, "You're crying again." He said it as a statement, not a question.
Damn it.
I tried not to sniffle like a little kid who lost their puppy, but I did anyways. I heard a ruffling of sheets and pillows then saw Kendall's shadow again. I felt the bed move under a new weight and noticed that Kendall was sitting on his bed, beside me.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked kindly. "Maybe that'll help you feel better."
I just shook my head and buried my face in my pillow. He wasn't giving up though.
"You sure?" he asked.
I sighed and sat up to face him. It warmed my heart to see him look concerned for my well-being. The only other time he had had that look on his face was when my mother had died and we were at her funeral. He was crying then, too, but only because he really knew my mom.
"I don't know," I said. "If I talk about it too much then I'll just break down and cry again."
"And I'll hold your hand again."
I looked at him in silence. Things were still pretty awkward between us. And I was still pretty pissed at him for dropping my hand like it was on fire at the hospital.
"Kendall, I…" I was going to say that I didn't want to talk about it, but I stopped myself. Maybe he was right. Maybe talking about it would make me feel better. "I'm scared," I said instead.
His expression didn't change much, but I thought I saw a hint of surprise flash through his blue eyes. It might've been my imagination, though. It was dark at the time.
"Care to elaborate?" he asked.
I wasn't sure how. There was a lot on my mind at that moment, so I simply spoke my mind. My entire mind. "What am I going to do if I lose my dad?"I said quietly. "How will I pay for college? Where will I live? How could I possibly deal with that?" My voice cracked a little but Kendall remained silent so I continued. "And what if he does live? I'm sure medical bills will be through the roof and he'll need to be taken care of and have physical therapy and…" I paused, taking a deep breath. "And I don't know what to do."
Kendall was quiet for a minute or two before he said softly, "I wish I could help you more." He bit his lip and looked down at his bed. "You know that you're always welcome to stay at my place," he said. "But I don't think that makes up for the way I've been acting."
I shook my head. "That's not important anymore."
"No, Logan," he said. He somehow found my hands in the darkness and squeezed them. "You need to know that I really like you, but I'm confused right now. I truly am sorry for the way I've treated you today and I feel awful about it. I'm not sure how to apologize for my behavior but I will say this- I'm always here for you and if you ever need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to call me." As he finished speaking, he looked up at me and his features changed into a somewhat startled expression. "Please don't cry," he whispered. "You'll make me cry."
"I'm not crying," I said.
Kendall reached up and drew the pad of his thumb over my cheek. When he held it up again, it was wet. I touched the tips of my fingers to my other cheek. It was wet, too. Kendall put his hand over top of mine and grasped it tightly. I knew what he was going to do before he even did it, and I braced myself as he pressed his lips against mine in a whisper of a kiss. It was longer and sweeter than the one earlier that day. This time, when Kendall pulled away, he didn't freak out or run away- he just smiled at me.
"I wanted to try that again," he said shyly. "See if it helped clear my head a bit."
"Did it?" I asked.
"I don't know," he answered. Even in the dimness of his room, I could tell that he was blushing. "Maybe we should try again."
I didn't answer him, not with words anyway. I squeezed his hand harder and leaned into him again. Our lips were just about to touch…
When someone knocked on his door.
Kendall visibly tensed and I sighed. "Just ignore it," I whispered, but the person at the door knocked again, louder and more insistent.
I felt Kendall pull away from me as he said, "Come in."
Then, in walked James Diamond - Moment killer.
"Yo, Kendall," he said loudly. "I need to copy, I mean borrow, your English essay."
"James," Kendall said exasperatedly. "I haven't even done it yet."
"Well, that doesn't mean you can't…." I heard James pause. "Hey Logan!" he said, even louder. I began to wonder if he was intoxicated or something. "I didn't know you were comin' over!"
"Yeah," I said. "Me neither."
James thought for a moment. "Do you have your essay?" he asked, his words slurring together. Yep, he was drunk.
"Nah, sorry," I said.
"Oh damn," he said. "Well, I gotta go. Camille wanted me to call her when I got home to make sure I was okay. She thinks I'm drunk or something and I was like 'Bitch, I am not drunk!' But I didn't actually call her a bitch because that would just get me slapped and not in the good way, if you know what I mean."
"James," Kendall said before he could continue rambling. "Leave."
"Okay, Mr. Bossy-Pants," James said. He turned and began to walk out of the room, but he stopped with his hand on the doorknob. "Oh, and Kendall," he asked.
"What?"
James grinned like an idiot. "I loooooveyou," he said, choking on giggles. The he stumbled out of the room, closing the door behind him and engulfing us in darkness once more.
Kendall shook his head at the door. "When he pukes," he muttered. "I'm notcleaning it up."
That made me genuinely smile for the first time that day.
"So," I said, eyeing the clock. It was nearly two in the morning. We had been talking for hours. "I think I'm going to try to go to sleep."
Kendall looked at the clock as well and his eyes grew a little bit wider. "Me, too," he said.
"And uh," I said. I cleared my throat. "Thanks for listening to me."
He smiled. "Anytime." He moved to get off the bed and head back to the floor, but I caught his wrist and pulled him back to me.
"Wait," I said. "One more thing."
"What is it?" he asked, concerned.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his one last time. I wanted to end the night in a good way and go to sleep thinking about him.
"Goodnight Kendall."
"Goodnight Logan."
James is an idiot. Yes I know.
I think it's really strange that this story and Burger Boy were posted at the same time, yet Burger Boy has wayyyy more reviews!
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Lacey