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A/N: I'm so sorry that I put Kendall's eyes as blue. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I was writing last chapter, but I'm sorry. Hope you enjoy this one though.

Logan's pov

When Kelly's party came to full swing, I sullenly watched from the sides. Katie and Momma Knight weren't here, the only company I wanted. They made me feel better, mostly because even though they asked me if I was okay, they didn't overdo it.

Carlos was the only one other than me who was in a sour mood. Ever since that day in the supply closet he's obsessed over getting over his crush on James. I sighed every time he rambled about it.

"It's not going to away just like that." I told him.

Carlos looked at me, not even listening to me.

"You're not going to get over the crush by avoiding it." I informed him.

Carlos scoffed. "Says the guy that keeps to himself all day not talking to his friends."

"Touche." I replied.

"Why don't you just talk to him?" I suggested.

Carlos tensed up. "He's done everything to avoid me, Logan. I can't just go over there and talk to him."

"Why not?" I asked. Carlos thought for a second, and when he couldn't think of what to say, I sighed. "Go talk to him."

He mumbled something about about 'smart' and 'annoying'.

I rolled my eyes, but smiled at how funny he was.

Carlos disappeared into the crowd and I relaxed more into my chair.

"Logan." Kendall said, coming over.

"Kendall." I said, not wanting to act suspicious. My cuts burned as if wanting him to know they were there.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" Kendall asked.

I had to admit, he sounded like a pissed off girlfriend. My mistake was to laugh at my own joke.

"It's not funny, Logan. I'm worried about you. I've been thinking a lot and I think I should tell the others if you don't start talking to me." Kendall looked really worried, but I felt angry and worried. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to know that I was cutting.

"You can't tell anyone, Kendall." I said, looking at the crowd around us. The light was sort of fluorescent, so it made me feel like I was in the spot light. Not a good feeling when I was talking about cutting. "Look, just don't."

"Why not? It's obvious that I'm not helping by keeping my mouth shut." Kendall said, angrily.

A couple of people looked over.

"Would you relax, people are looking." I said, smiling at the people.

"So? they don't matter, Logan. You matter to me. I care about you." Kendall said, his voice tinged with annoyance.

"Leave me alone, Kendall." I said, trying to walk away.

Kendall stopped me, by pulling me back to him.

"Don't walk away Logan. I'm talking to you." Kendall said, voice angry but low.

I laughed. "Are you kidding? I don't need to listen to you. Why should I? You just threatened me with telling the others about my problem. A friend wouldn't do that, Kendall."

Kendall glared at me. "I'm your friend and you may not like it, but friends do that, Logan. They butt into your business like there's no tomorrow and help you as much as they can."

We began a staring contest. "Let me go."

"No." Kendall said stubbornly.

"Let me go, Kendall." I pulled away roughly, now getting the attention of some passer-by's.

"Logan," he began.

"Just leave me alone." I walked away, getting out of the party and out of the building. The night was cold and dark, but I'd rather walk home than stay at that party.

James pov

I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. Carlos hadn't done it on purpose it had all been an accident. Or so Kendall explained.

I wanted to believe him and I did, but I still couldn't face Carlos.

He had kissed me! And worst of all, worst than having a scratch on my beautiful face, I liked it!

Normal people wouldn't have liked it. Not when it was one of your best friends who had kissed you. One of you're male friends.

I thought a lot since that day in the supply closet and I came up with two possibe solutions for this: 1) it had been dark, that had clouded my judgement and 2) he had very soft lips! They were like a girls. Just like a girls.

I ate my fifth sub sandwich and moaned into my bite. I hated this.

Someone tapped my shoulder, but I ignored them. It was probably the publicist. The last thing I needed right now was someone to bug me about taking a damn picture.

"Hey." Carlos walked in front of me, looking a bit angry.

I stared at him for only a second before I began to choke.

"James, are you okay?" Carlos asked, voice ringing with worry and concern. He patted my back until I had stopped coughing.

When I looked at him, he looked up at me. His big, dark, brown eyes full of concern and worry.

Stop looking so cute, my mind screamed at him.

Carlos didn't hear me of course, because he put a gentle hand on my shoulder and smiled weakly.

"You okay?" He asked.

God, even his voice sounded cute and innocent.

"Fine." I said, as calmly as I could and moved to walk away. Carlos got in my way. I tried to move again, but like before, he got on my way. "Carlos, um, move."

"No." Carlos said and we stared at each other. Had he just-

"What?" I asked, not believing my ears.

"We need to talk."

The image of a girl wanting to be more than friend's came to mind and I panicked.

"No." This time I said it.

Carlos looked around before opening the door behind me and pushing me inside.

"Hey!" I shouted but he put a hand over my mouth.

"We have to talk." Carlos said, not even asking, just stating.

I rolled my eyes, crossed my hands and did everything to ignore him.

"We kissed-" Carlos said, flinching as he said the word.

I gasped dramatically. "I didn't kiss you." I put a hand over his mouth. "Nothing happened, okay? It was all in your little head."

Carlos glared at me with so much hate I thought I would blow up any minute now.

Instead, he pushed my hand away from my lips, and before I could stop him, stood on his tippy toes and landed a big one on my mouth.

I, of course, tried to push him away.

I succeeded a couple of time, but every time my lips were a breath away from him, he would kiss me back. It was a hard, needy kiss. It was so rough I was sure my lips would be swollen.

Carlos pressed me against the wall and I wouldn't have that, I flipped us so I had him pressed against the wall.

We kept kissing. I felt strange, but in a way I liked this. It was so natural to me.

Carlos pulled away and I tried to lean in for more, but he pulled even farther back, so far that he hit his head on the wall.

"That happened, James." Carlos said, his words fuzzily trying to understand what he meant. "It wasn't all in my little head." He added, sarcastically. He pushed me off, wiped his lips on purpose, before leaving me in the small supply closet.

When my mind had finally woken up from it's momentary dream, I dropped to my knees and sat by the wall. Carlos's words repeated in my head like a broken record and I hugged my knees to my chest.

I liked it, again. I hit my head against the wall once, before sighing.

Why did his lips have to be so soft like a girls?

I sighed again, angry with myself and this whole mess. If Logan hadn't said 'kiss and make up' none of this would have happened. This is all his fault!

Realizing this, I knew that I had to give Logan a piece of my mind. And soon because he ruined my life!

I hugged my knees closer to my chest, feeling strangely vulnerable and feeble. All the while, Carlos's words still rang in my head.

As well as the kisses.

They filled up my mind. Together, one after the other, and then mixing up themselves with the words he had said.

It all just didn't stop.

It'd repeat again.

And again and again and again.

Well, it's a bit sad, but I don't think James should be angry at Logan. So sad. Hope you guys liked it though. :)