A/N: I actually have to agree with the one or two reviewers who said that this is fast paced. Maybe a little too fast paced… Oh well, it's a story, and the pace kinda sets itself as I write, and since it was finals week and I got out of school 2 hours early, so I did a lot of writing.

Also, if you read chapter 2 before I re-edited it then you may want to look back at the ending of it, I replaced a couple of words that changed a bit of meaning in the story. It didn't really match into chapter three and this chapter the way I wanted with that at the end :\

Now, on a lighter note, hooray for chapter 4! Disclaimers are still the same, rules are still the same. Let's get it rolling.

Chapter IV- Dreams of Nervousness

I just stared at Logan, a little shocked that he'd be asking such a loaded question so quickly.

"I… I…" I stuttered. I had no idea what to say. I just wasn't able to answer him right that moment. He was just standing in front of me smiling, brown eyes shining a bit. It was awkward to say the least. Neither of us spoke or moved for 5 minutes, and I watched his smile slowly fade.

"Carlos…"

"Yes?"

"Just forget that I asked that. I hope you have a good rest of your day." He sounded like he had been rejected, but he tried to bring another smile to his face to mask the obvious hurt in his voice. "I'll see you later, Kendall and I were going to go skating. Something about keeping in shape if this band somehow crashes." He rushed away into our bedroom and left me standing in the middle of the room. I felt a pit form in my stomach

'Wait, did I disappoint him? Was he waiting to hear his own name? No, of course not, Logan isn't gay… is he?' Those and many similar thoughts swirled around in my head. I just stared over at our bedroom door as it opened again. He walked out wearing his old hockey jersey and carrying a duffel bag with his skates inside. Giving me a quick two-fingered wave, not even looking me in the eyes, a blank expression stuck on his face, he turned down the hallway to walk to Kendall and James' room.

I just decided to sit down on the couch and turn on the TV. I kept on thinking, not paying attention to whatever show was on.

'I hope I didn't do anything too stupid… I don't want to mess up on this one.'

Kendall and Logan came walking back down the hallway a few minutes later. I looked over my shoulder to see Kendall in a similar high school hockey team jersey and carrying a skate bag over his shoulder. Logan had pretty much the same expression as before, but the corners of his eyes were a little bit red and puffy.

Kendall walked over and explained where they were going, how long they'd be gone, what I was in charge of, blah blah blah. He then looked over his shoulder to Logan, who was dabbing at his eyes a bit with the sleeve of his shirt. Kendall looked down at me once more and smiled. He poked my nose like Logan had earlier before turning on the balls of his feet and heading out of the apartment, Logan in tow.

As soon as the door shut, I sighed loudly. Whatever was on TV really didn't matter to me right now, so I shut it off and laid down on the couch, face buried in a pillow.

Five or so minutes later, I heard James' heavy footsteps coming down the hallway. He stopped for something, I couldn't tell what, but I soon felt something light land on my back before hearing the door to the apartment open and shut loudly again. I reached up and pulled the object off of my back.

It was a note from James telling where he was going, how long, et cetera. The only thing that caught my eyes was at the bottom. A post-script.

P.S.- I know that it's hard coming to terms with your feelings, but you need to relax a bit. Everyone in this house will accept you, you just need to understand that. Hope you had a good nap.

Lots of love, James

I reread it once more. I knew he was right, which was kind of rare for James, and I definitely wanted to take his advice. The thought storm kept going for a while, and I just zoned out on the couch.

When I next looked at the clock it read 3:28. Logan and Kendall had left almost 4 hours ago. I was amazed that I could've been thinking for that long of a time without frying my brain… that day was a development for me mentally, that's for sure.

Kendall and Logan came back at around 4:30 that day, finding me still lying on the couch, awake and thinking.

"…Carlos?"

"Yes?"

"You're on the couch still, and the TV isn't on anymore. You okay?" Kendall questioned.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I lied. "Just woke up from a nap."

Kendall nodded, and we went to our respective rooms. I didn't look at or talk to Logan for the rest of that day.

Kendall and Logan went to the rink every day for the next 2 weeks, even on the days where we had been dancing, and when they left I would flop down on the couch and start brainstorming for what to tell Logan in response to his question.

'Okay, so I had this dream where we were in bed together and that made me love you.' Oh, that would go over great.

'Logan, I love you, but if you don't like that then I'll leave and cry now.' That isn't what a winner would say. Anyways, so much could go wrong with that…

I was so nervous, and when I heard the apartment door open and saw Kendall and Logan walk in I jumped. I heard them laugh about something or other before Logan walked into our shared room. When the bedroom door shut I leaped off of the couch, grabbing Kendall's wrist, and pulling him into the kitchen bathroom. The door handle clicked as I locked it behind me.

"Dude, what up?" he asked as he rubbed his wrist. I did pull a little hard…

"I can't deal with this anymore. I've been lying on that couch for almost 2 hours every day while you guys go to the rink trying to think of what to tell Logan in response to that question and I don't have anything still!"

"You've been thinking that much? Are you okay?" he asked jokingly, holding the back of his hand to my forehead. I smacked it down and glared at him.

"You aren't being helpful Kendall! How am I supposed to tell Logan that I love him when I don't have a clue whether he'll be perfectly okay with it? I assumed that he may feel something but unless I know for 100% that I'll be okay I don't want to do anything dumb," I ranted at him. I continued to spout off my almost nonsensical thoughts for ten minutes before he cut me off with a small smack on the cheek.

"Will you just suck it up and tell him already Carlos? I think he's already figured it all out and is just waiting on you to make a move," he sighed at me.

"But…"

"No buts. Go out there and ask him out before he decides to stop waiting and move on."

"He's been waiting for me?" I asked, taken a bit back.

"Yes, he had, so go out there, make some small talk, then ask him out," Kendall returned, pushing his way past me and out of the bathroom, not even hiding how tired of my confusion and nervousness he was.

I tiptoed a bit out of the bathroom, peeking around the corner to see where Logan was. He was sitting at the dinner table with books, folders and papers sprawled all over the wood, finishing his assignments that were given just before the Palm Woods School went on break. I looked at the mess on the table. He was usually organized, only ending up like this when the homework was long or especially challenging.

I was standing just out of sight in the doorway of the bathroom. He couldn't tell that I was watching, or at least I thought he couldn't.

"Come on out Carlos, I know you're there," he said without looking up from his notepad. He was even smarter than I already thought he was.

"Heeey," I sauntered in and plopped down in the chair next to him. I leaned in to look at his mess of papers. "Whatcha doing?" I tugged on his shirt sleeve.

"Homework."

"…Anything I could actually be helpful with?" I inquired enthusiastically, but I didn't really want to help, and I doubted I'd really even be much help anyways.

"Unless you know how to name ethers and esters in organic chemistry then probably not," he replied with a frown. The word jumble passed in one ear and out the other, so I just concentrated on his face. He should never frown, it doesn't look nearly as adorable as his grins.

"Hey frown, go away now. I have some important…" I paused, picking a word to fit the situation. "…er, developments, to report."

"Shoot away buddy." He didn't even look up. He just kept scribbling down long words and numbers, eyes darting back and forth between his paper and book. Frustrated, I covered the book with my hand.

"I actually want your attention right now, this is really important to me."

Sighing, he put his pencil down and looked up. "Does this have something to do with two weeks ago?"

"Yes it does, so I just need you to-"

A finger on my lips silenced me. This seemed to be growing into a pretty common occurrence.

"Since it is, I'm going to guess what you want to say, 20 questions style."

I sighed loudly. I hated when he did this, if someone had something pressing to report then he would occasionally try to guess it. He almost always played the game through to the end, which was the opposite of James, Kendall or I; we would just get annoyed of the game and give up after 3 questions. I wished that he'd let me talk, but seeing the determination in his eyes told me I wasn't allowed to, so I sadly complied with a quick nod.

"Fire away Logie…"

He put a hand to his chin, stroking at the almost invisible stubble dotting his face for a couple seconds. "It has to do something with crushes," he recalled. "Does it have to do with someone at the Palm Woods?"

I stared blankly. "Yes, how could it possibly relate to someone anywhere else?" I questioned, earning a grin and a shrug. He leaned a little closer in, gazing into my eyes to find a bit of meaning.

"Does it have to do with Kendall or James?"

"Hell no man, I know what's off limits," I said with a quick smirk.

"Well shucks," he laughed. "One for two…" He looked around the room a bit, and that made me nervous. What could possibly be cooking in his big brain? After a short time, though, he leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath. "Well, I don't have any other guesses," he stated flatly, looking back down at his papers on the table.

"You… You don't?" I stammered, groan inwardly as my heart sank. "But you're Logan, you always know what you're talking about! It's my job to give up after asking only two questions, not yours."

He glanced at me with a cute grin splayed across his face.

"Well… maybe just one more try."

My heart rose back up a bit. "Don't keep me in suspense dammit, what's next?"

He rubbed his chin, looking around the room one more time, then back toward the hallway, and finally his eyes settled on me. The tension was threatening to kill me.

"So, my last question…" he whispered hoarsely, leaning in, "Is this what you want?"

I didn't understand the question until I felt soft lips brush against mine a moment later. I melted, eyes fluttering open and shut repeatedly. Cupping his hand against the side of my face, he tried his best to hold me steady and keep me from falling out of my chair, all of my muscles seeming to turn to jelly. His lips moved against mine, and I could feel his hand roaming through my hair.

We kept going for what seemed like a blissful eternity, but he eventually forced himself back off of my lips. I moaned at the loss, but he just grinned widely before pulling me into a warm hug. I couldn't stop him if I had wanted to (and of course I didn't want to stop him); my limbs hung limp at my sides. No energy was flowing to my muscles, so I became putty in his hands.

After staying like that for a little while, Logan picked me up and carried me over to the couch. I giggled, regaining a bit of muscle control and nuzzling my head against his chest. Landing lightly on the orange sofa, I watched as he lay down pretty much on top of me, bringing his lips gently against my own. He slowly pulled back with a relaxed look. I turned onto my side, facing the back of the couch. He mimicked my action, except facing toward me instead. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me in closer.

"Carlos…"

"Yes?"

"Are you happy now?" he asked with his beautiful grin lighting up his features. I had never felt as good as I did now… except maybe during that dream. The warmth radiating off of his skin and the loving gaze in his eyes just made me cling to him tighter.

"You have no idea how happy I am now."

A/N: Well this one took longer than the others… mostly because I didn't write at all Wednesday or Thursday and I woke up this morning with a splitting headache. But that's all gone.

I suppose this turned out okay. Seems kind of unrealistic at points, but then again, it's a Fanfic, it can be as unrealistic as you want it to be.

I hope that it's okay if I use the idea I asked a question about at the end of last chapter, because I didn't get any response. Oh well. Just hope you all had a good time reading this chapter, see you next time.