"Make a move! Come on, Kendall. It's not that hard." James was insisting while Carlos nodded.

"But he's so…" Beautiful? Perfect? Yeah.

I have to admit, I'm not the shy type. When I want something, I let people know. I'm not scared to stand up for myself. But this is different. It would hurt a thousand times more if Logan rejected me than it would for anyone else.

"We already know he's into you! He was writing your nickname all over his notebook." Carlos says as a takes a big bite from his sandwich.

"Nickname?" I don't have a nickname. No one ever gave me one; I was always 'Kendall' to everyone.

"Well he gave you one: Kenny." Kenny… That's cute.

"Umm… Kendall?" I turn around to see Logan standing in front of me with his hands behind his back and his cheeks flushed red. Boy, was I happy to see him!

"Logan!" I get up from the cafeteria chair way too fast which causes me to stumble over my chair. Logan catches me and pulls me back up.

"Thanks." I smile at him and I can see his eyes shinning in the sunlight that's reflecting from the windows. He looks even more beautiful than he did that morning.

"No problem!" He blushes a little harder and looks down at his shoes. I guess I'm not the only shy one.

"So, can we talk?" I ask him. My heart is racing and my palms are sweating. 'I can do this.' I think to myself.

"Sure. In private?" Logan asks. He knows the rule about gays in this school. If anyone hears our conversation, we might get in big trouble.

I think for a couple seconds. Where could we talk privately? It's a high school; there are kids everywhere all the time. Then it hits me.

"Come." I take Logan by the arm and speed walk down the hall. If I ran, it would be too obvious. I hear him whimpering a little so I ease up on my grip.

When we reach the end of the hall, I stop in front of the janitor's closet and open the door. I push Logan in the dark room, run inside and finally close the door before anyone sees us.

Well, it works in movies.

I feel around the walls for a light switch. It takes me a couple of minutes before I find it and click it open. Logan looks around, confused a little. In the closet there's a bunch of cleaning things: A vacuum, a broom, a mop, and some towels. The closet is small enough for only us. Thank god I'm not claustrophobic.

"So Logan," Logan stops searching around the closet and looks directly at me. "I have… Um… something to… ask you."

Logan looks at me blankly. He's waiting for me to continue. This is going to be harder than I thought.

"Well… I heard… I mean, I saw… I mean… That morning… I… Will you…" It's never been this bad. I need to get myself together. My heart is ready to explode out of my chest and thoughts are racing through my mind. This never happens when I ask girls out. Normally I'm confident.

I take one last look at Logan, who is blushing again, close my eyes and hold my breath.

"Logan, will you be my boyfriend?" The words rush out of my mouth so fast. I'm not sure if he even understood me, since I barely understood myself. I slowly open my eyes and freeze at his expression. He's blank and a little confused.

Is this bad? Well… it doesn't look good, that's for sure. A million possibilities come to mind. All the thing he could answer. Will he reject me? Is he tricking me? Is this some kind of joke? Where are the hidden cameras? Will I be on TV in one of those shows that play tricks on random strangers?

He stars at me for a couple minutes until he finally says, "You stole my question." He cracks a smile.

I let out a breathe I forgot I was holding and my heart starts beating again. Before I can think of anything else, Logan pushes me against the wall and his lips explode against mine. A couple cleaning cans fall on the floor. His lips are soft and his warm skin on me makes me shiver a little. I'm kissing Logan Mitchell. I still can't believe it and its happening.

And before I know it, he slowly pulls away. He licks his lips and blushes.

The bell rings and our smiles fade. We need to get out of the closet before anyone sees us.

Suddenly, we hear a bang against the door. "OW!" A very familiar voice says. "Watch what you're doing!" Another familiar, deeper, voice shouts.

I creek the door open to see Carlos and James glued against the door. Logan and I exchange a glance, shaking our heads.

Carlos and James look up at us, smiling innocent smiles.