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I opened my eyes feeling refreshed and excited for the day for the first time in a while.

I went to roll over, but found that I was sandwiched between two bodies. Two sweaty, smelly bodies. I carefully looked to my right, finding Kendall drooling on my shoulder, arm over my stomach, and then to my left was a man, fully dressed, faced away from me, hugging my arm to his chest.

I pulled my arm from the guy and sat up, Kendall's head toppling to the pillow. I carefully leaned over the stranger and let out a breath of relief to see that it was just Carlos.

I carefully climbed out of the bed and went to the bathroom, getting in the shower and leaving the door unlocked in case anyone had to puke. I imagined Carlos and Kendall were drinking last night- why else would they both fall asleep cuddled up to me? Probably Carlos was too drunk to drive home, or meant to go home but just crashed.

Luckily I was able to dry off and get dressed without any emergency puke interruptions. I decided not to shave yet- I would shave later today, so I would be fresh for my date with James.

Not date! Dammit, Logan!

I went out into the hallway and called my mom for a while, telling her all about James. She was excited, although I told her it would go nowhere. James would want someone old enough to drink with him, old enough to even legally have sex with him, and certainly someone who lived close enough to see regularly.

Nevertheless, Mom was happy that I was showing interest in a boy for the first time, and hoped I would carry that home with me.

When I went back into the room, Carlos was sitting up, rubbing his face with his hands.

He spotted me and smiled.

"Wild night," he said. "Sorry I crashed here."

"It's okay," I said, setting my phone down.

"Don't be mad, but Kendall was pretty hammered last night. Not too bad, though," Carlos said, looking over at the sleeping Kendall. "I was, too. I was gonna walk home, but Kendall told me not to. I accidentally crashed here, though, and here I am."

"What time did you get here?"

"Like four."

"And you two just decided that instead of using the free bed, you'd rather share mine?"

"Kendall was hammered, and the whole way up here he was whining for you. He just wanted to find you, and then we got here and he snuggled into you. Kinda cute. You half-woke up and let it happen. And I don't know why I was cuddling with you, man. It was a wild night."

A phone blasted into a ring, making us both jump. Carlos scrambled through his pockets for his phone and quickly answered.

"Hello?" he answered. "Oh, hey… Yeah- I'm in Logan and Kendall's room... I know, I just woke up. I'll be right down- I'll borrow some trunks... I know, okay?... I'll hurry... Okay... Okay... Okaaaay. Bye."

He then ended the call and groaned.

"That was James," he said, standing and stretching. "Reminding me that I am indeed late for work. I gotta get going before our first customer comes. I hope I can convince him to take the water today- I'm not feeling it. Got any trunks I can borrow?"

"Sure."

I couldn't believe how nervous I was, sitting on my bed waiting on James to pick me up. Kendall had already disappeared for the night, meeting Carlos somewhere, and I was alone.

I was clean shaven, dressed in dark jeans and a flannel shirt. I knew I looked good, and smelled good, but I was nervous that it was too much. This isn't a date, and I had to keep reminding myself of that. But just in case, I had to be looking my best.

As soon as there was a knock at the door I sprung up. Then I realized that if I showed up before he even stopped knocking he would know how intently I was waiting. I had to wait a while- make it seem like to me tonight wasn't such a big deal.

I went to the door quietly and looked through the peep hole, my heart immediately stopping. Gosh he looked good. Even in a simple white v-neck and dark jeans, he looked like a god. His hair was perfectly pushed back, his face flawless, a bit of a shadow around his goatee-area. What really made me happy was to see that he was furiously picking at his hair, and I loved that he cared so much about his appearance for me.

I opened the door and smiled, and his hands dropped and he flashed me a dazzling grin.

He looked so unbelievably sexy, yet very manly at the same time. But the smile let me know that he was still friendly and playful James.

I watched him look me over and pause, seemingly not breathing, and that made me feel great about myself.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah," I smiled, closing the door behind me.

Once again, James and I travelled via Carlos' jeep that night. The top was down, along with the windows.

"Where's Carlos? Why doesn't he need the car?" I asked.

"He doesn't take it partying. He usually gets drunk and doesn't want to drunk drive, which I think is surprisingly responsible of him," James said.

"So he'd rather be the drunk guy staggering around the streets?" I smirked.

"I guess so," he shrugged. "Better than dying in a crash, I guess."

"Agreed."

"I used to have my own car, but I sold it. My mom bought it for me- it was really really nice. But I wanted my own life, you know? And a Lambo doesn't really fit my beach bum lifestyle," James smirked, starting up the jeep.

"You had a Lamborghini?" I asked in surprise.

"Yeah. Since I was sixteen. It was electric blue- not a scratch on it," James nodded. "It was the hardest thing for me to give up, but it had to be done."

"So you never got another car?"

"Carlos and I carpool. He lives really close to me, and I can just walk to his place and use the Jeep when I need. I always fill it up when I take it, so I guess it's cool," he shrugged. "But we usually go everywhere together anyway."

I looked out over the sunset-lit sidewalks. There were party people, normal people, kids, hobos, and even a few prostitutes. Definitely a change in scenery compared to Minnesota.

It was about a half hour's drive before James parallel parked with some difficulty and we ditched the Jeep to walk.

We first went to the Hollywood Walk of Fame, and he pointed out some of his favorite celebrity's stars and I took a few pictures of both stars and the walkway itself.

On the walk to the Hollywood sign, I kept feeling James looking at me, and it made me blush. Not that I didn't steal a few glances at him- he was gorgeous in the light of the streetlamps. He always looks gorgeous- why else would I dream about him in the first place?

Speaking of, I still needed to be trying to figure out where I've seen him before. I don't remember ever seeing him before my dream and didn't recognize him, but I knew I must have seen him somewhere in order to dream about him.

We sat on a bench overlooking the giant Hollywood sign, lit by spotlights.

"Have you ever taken anyone here?" I asked.

"Like on a date?"

"Yeah."

"No. Why?"

"You should. It's really pretty here," I said thoughtfully. "If I was here on a date with someone, that someone would get major points for romanticism."

"So then this isn't a date?" James asked, making me look over at him.

"I didn't think so."

"Why not?" James shrugged casually. I loved how casual he was about everything-so calm. The opposite of me. I wished I could be more like him. "We're both gay, obviously into each other. Why not just say it's a date?"

I bit my lip subconsciously, not missing the "both into each other" comment. Sure, I was embarrassed that James picked up on my crush, but he practically just told me he felt the same way for me.

"Unless you don't want it to be," James said. "In which case forget I just made an ass of myself."

"Dating is for people who potentially want to be together," I said slowly.

"And?"

My heart fluttered and I knew I was blushing.

"Well… I think you're forgetting that I live across the country," I said shyly.

"I didn't forget," James said, mood seemingly lowering. "But… Logan, I'm just gonna say it. I really like you. You're adorable and interesting and you make me feel like I'm some god. Even if we can't really be together, why not enjoy each other while you're here?"

"That's just setting ourselves up for heartbreak."

"Maybe. So what?"

"So what?" I repeated incredulously.

"Logan, sometimes you have to just close your eyes and do it. How else are you supposed to gain experiences and make memories?" James asked gently. I seem to recall Kendall constantly telling me the same things. "I'm not saying you have to see me ever again after tonight. I'm just saying that sometimes you have to live in the now, because there's no better time than the present."

I searched his hazel eyes and found security. He would try his damnedest not to hurt me, and I saw that. He didn't want to hurt me. He just wanted me, and that was sort of a foreign thing to me.

"I bet you do this to all the tourists," I said with a little smile.

"What kind of guy do you think I am?" he giggled, nudging me.

"I dunno- I haven't figured you out completely."

"What have you figured out already, then?" James asked.

"Well…" I wanted to back out- tell him that I didn't know, which was a lie. But I was here being spontaneous, remember? Taking chances. "You're gorgeous and so charming and funny and just entertaining. I can't seem to find any flaws."

James' POV

"Trust me- there are plenty of flaws," I smirked, rolling my eyes.

Like the fact that I told you a huge lie about Mercedes that if you find out could break your heart.

Logan didn't ask about my flaws, he just stared into my eyes for a second. I could almost see the lit up Hollywood sign reflecting in his eyes.

"So… What do you say, Logan?" I asked, laying my arm across the bench behind him. "Can you let me just enjoy you while you're here?"

His mouth opened with a little smile, and I was sure he would say yes. Of course he would.

But then the smile dropped and his head snapped away.

"What?" I asked quickly.

"I can't," he said with a sigh.

"Why?"

"I'm…" he said softly, turning back to me and holding my eyes. "I'm leaving tomorrow."

Suddenly my stomach dropped and I went into an unusual panic mode for me.

"What? No! You still have a few days!" I demanded. His eyes turned afraid and he withdrew. "I'm sorry… I just… Why so soon?"

"I was planning on leaving today, but you asked me out."

"Why are you leaving early?"

"I don't like it here," he said softly, dropping his eyes. "Kendall loves it… But it's too wild for me."

"It's not all wild," I offered, scooting closer and catching his eyes again. "I can show you that it can be fun for you, too."

He smiled and laughed a little- a jingling giggle that made me have to smile, too.

"I just… I feel like I can't just let you go," I said desperately. "Guys like you don't just take surfing lessons out of the blue. You came to me for a reason. Maybe you're like a gift from God or something."

Logan blushed deeply and bowed his head, grinning like a cute little idiot.

"Well… Maybe I could stay a little longer," he finally said.

Logan's POV

My heart fluttered as James held the restaurant door open for me and I entered. He was such a gentleman and I loved that.

We waited to be seated and I felt James behind me, his hands running up and down my biceps. I wanted so bad to just lean back into his strong chest and let his long arms wrap around me. But I thought that was too far. I didn't know how this whole "enjoying one another's company" went, and I thought I would just let James lead the way.

The restaurant was trendy looking, but not too fancy. It was dimly-lit with wooden tables and waiters in uniforms, but there was also a bar playing a football game.

We were seated and James sat across from me.

"This is one of my favorites," James said. "Los and I come here a lot- we eat at the bar. But you're not old enough to eat there, so a table's nice, too. Just not as fast."

James' POV

The dim lighting made Logan's face look much older- like maybe my age. I knew he wasn't, though. He wasn't even 21, I knew that much, but I couldn't gage how much younger than that he was.

I knew I had to ask, but I still felt like he was sensitive about it. As soon as I mentioned that he wasn't old enough for us to eat at the bar he seemed to go rigid and quickly looked down at the menu.

"So what's good here?" he finally asked, his dark eyes raising to me again and showing that his mood was up again.

"Their burgers are to die for," I answered. "But they also have awesome wings."

"Wings are messy," he said, scrunching up his nose.

"You don't like messes?" I giggled.

"No," he said with a little smile. "I don't do messes or disorganization."

"I shoulda saw that coming," I smirked. I knew he would go nuts in my apartment. Sure- it was pretty clean, but there were food wrappers everywhere and the dishes were never done and my room was littered with clothes. Then I started to wonder if he would ever see my apartment. Then I thought about if I took him home one night and we got heated.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Logan asked, brow cocked as his lips hugged his straw and he sucked in some soda.

"Just that you're really conserved. And shy."

"Am not."

"I was afraid you might pass out just talking to me during our surf lesson, Logan," I laughed. "I'm so surprised that you agreed to come here with me tonight, and that you said all those sweet things at the Hollywood sign."

Logan smiled and his eyes dropped to his drink as he stirred it.

"At home, I barely talk. But I came here and Kendall told me that I should try flirting a little, since nobody really knows me here," Logan explained. "And I decided that I should come out of my shell a little, and experience flirting."

"And how's that going?"

"You're the only one I've tried it on, and I really haven't flirted at all," Logan giggled, making me laugh, too.

"You don't have to flirt," I finally said. "You've got this way about you that lets a person know you're into them. You keep me engaged even when you don't mean to."

Logan blushed, and I was sure he didn't think I saw but I did.

"I didn't know that," he said.

I opened my mouth to reply, but the waitress appeared and we had to order. By the time she left, the subject was forgotten.

Logan's POV

"So you got here Saturday," James said as I opened my hotel room door. To my surprise, he followed me in and casually closed the door behind us.

"Right."

"And today is Tuesday," he said. "So we've got till Saturday to hang out. Right?"

"Sounds right."

"That's…" he paused, looking up and counting on his fingers, making me giggle. "Only four days not including today! That's not enough time."

"It's not too late to back out," I sang, though I was secretly terrified he might.

"No!" he said quickly, making me smile and sit on my bed. "It just means we have to do it fast."

"It?"

"No! Not it. I mean… Not unless you want to," he stammered, turning red. "I would never make you have sex with me, but I mean I'm not gonna tell you no, but-"

"James!" I laughed. "I know what you meant."

James grinned in relief and laughed a little.

"Do you wanna… Stay and watch TV or something?" I asked nervously. "I just feel weird being alone."

"Yeah," James said boringly. I smiled and James turned on the TV, plopping down onto his stomach on the bed. I laughed and followed suit as I surfed the channels.

For about an hour or so we just laid there like that, watching TV and enjoying each other's company. Soon Kendall and Carlos came in, surprisingly sober and early, since it was only about 11.

"Oh- are we interrupting?" Kendall smirked as he entered, Carlos behind him.

"Yeah, we were just having sex," James said simply, not even taking his eyes off the screen. "Obviously."

"How'd it go?" Carlos asked, sitting with Kendall on his bed.

"Fine," I answered.

"Where did you go?"

"Walk of Fame, Hollywood sign, and a restaurant that I don't know the name of," I answered. "What about you guys?"

"We hit a club, but there weren't any girls so we went for pizza and came back," Kendall shrugged, twisting his lips.

"Better luck tomorrow," I said.

"Tomorrow?" he asked, cocking his brows secretively, not knowing if I had told James about us leaving early.

"We're staying all week," I explained. "I decided. If that's okay."

James turned to Kendall expectantly and Kendall's eyes dropped to him. Kendall then grinned and looked back to me.

"Yeah. Cool. Let's stay," he said excitedly. "As long as you want, Loge."

James' head swung around to me, his face lit up with happiness. I had to smile back, of course. His smile was contagious.