A/N: Disclaimers first- I own nothing. Especially not the boys or anything Nintendo-related.
Haha, so I lied. I'm not giving you the choice of 'Olympian'. But that's because I decided that it's already going up! I haven't held back in that story as much as this one, and I'm still hoping you accept this multi-chapter/multi-fic update as an apology for me being gone so long. And speaking of apology…
Chapter X- Dreams of Regret
I stared into James' eyes, unsurprised by what he had just said. But I didn't want to follow his directions; I knew it was time, I knew that I really wanted Logan back. But what I didn't know was what to say, or do to get him to reconcile with me.
"Look, I know that there's still a pretty heavy air between the two of you…"
"You have no idea."
"…but the longer you wait the more awkward it's going to be."
"I know that," I unintentionally snapped at him, causing him to flinch. Upon seeing how harsh I was being, I softened a bit. He was only trying to help. "Sorry. I just… I don't know what I'm supposed to do to get him back."
James just stroked his chin in thought, fingers running across the almost invisible stubble. His eyes brightened suddenly; he had an idea, a rare occurrence for the pretty boy. Grabbing my hand, he led me over to the couch, sitting me down on the orange piece of furniture and plopping down next to me.
"So there are three things that I've learned about relationships over the years…"
Oh great, one of those James talks.
"James, this is Logan that we're talking about here, not just some random girl," I interrupted him, voice flat and eyes looking past his shoulder.
"Oh, right. Um… he likes science, you could try that."
"I'm no good at sciencey stuff, you should know that by now," I sighed at him, unimpressed by his current attempts to help me brainstorm.
"Right," he muttered, pausing to think for another minute. So far he was being completely unhelpful. I sat for a little bit watching his eyes flick back and forth as a thought storm swirled in his head before deciding to stand up.
"I'm going to bed. If you get any non-ridiculous ideas then tell me tomorrow."
"Okay," he conceded defeat, looking up at me one last time before I turned to walk to my bedroom. About halfway to the room, I heard footsteps rushing up behind me. A hand on my shoulder suddenly spun me around, causing me to lose my footing and tumble to the floor. "I had an idea!" James shouted at me, not seeming to notice my position sprawled out on the floor.
Kendall's head poked out of the bedroom, about to yell at James for being so loud, but then he saw me on the ground and sleepily walked out. He gave the both of us a questioning look before speaking again.
"So what's your idea?" he whispered, trying not to wake the fourth member of our group since we were obviously talking about him. The blonde's right eyebrow raised, intrigued. James blushed a bit at the look, but the opened his mouth to describe his idea.
"Well, you and Logan are like the really sappy types when it comes to romance." Kendall chuckled and I turned bright red at the statement. "Well you are! And that means that you just need to think of something really cutesy-wutesy and romantic to make it up to him. Probably not a date or anything, that may be too much, but seriously, think about it that way."
Kendall was essentially keeled over laughing, trying to keep himself from being too loud, and I was sitting on the ground with a flushed face, attempting to work the pretty boy's words over in my head while ignoring the bouts of laughter coming from my current roommate. For once he had a good idea. His ideas were usually awful, but this one was just fine. I remembered my dream from a couple weeks earlier, sending James a confident glance.
"I think I have a plan."
All I had to do was find him at a convenient time and an inconvenient place. Somewhere where he couldn't just get away by turning and walking away. I sat up in the loft of the swirly slide, staring down at the main area of the apartment. Logan's Animal Crossing town was on screen, and he was splayed out ungracefully across the couch.
I always wondered how anyone could like that game. It was so uneventful. There was no action, no explosions, no giant racecars of any kind. The game was just too calm and slow-paced… it was so… Logan. I slapped myself internally for not realizing how much the game resembled him. My thought train stopped when I heard him laugh quietly at some sort of dialogue in the game. I cherished the sound, hoping to hear it again soon.
'There's no time like the present,' my mind muttered to me, and I groaned inwardly in agreement. Getting down to the floor, I silently slid down, trying to keep my shoes from squeaking against the plastic on the way. He hadn't noticed my approach, eyes still glued to the screen as I saw his little person talking to some red otter on a bridge. I heard another loud bout of laughter and read the speech that the animal had given him.
"Aliens? You can't fake that stuff maaan." It really wasn't all that funny, but apparently he thought it was hilarious. I sighed and tiptoed over behind the couch, quickly jumping over and landing in a seat closer to the kitchen than his was, preventing him from getting away.
"C-Carlos?" he made to stand up but I put a hand on his knee.
"Please stay, I need to talk to you," I pleaded. He tried to stand up again, but I held my hand down. Huffing, he crossed his arms over his chest, removing the wrist strap of his game controller from his arm and placing the device on the coffee table. His gaze bored into me, and we sat in awkward quiet until he suddenly spoke.
"…Go already."
The annoying music of the video game was playing through my ears, so I reached to grab the remote control and put it on mute.
"Don't just mute it, turn it off. You're wasting energy."
"Yeah, yeah, you're wasting energy by leaving the game on anyways." I quickly pushed down on the power button, the television flicking off.
"…Touché," he smirked, causing me to smile. "Now, you were going to say?"
I stared him in the eyes and took a deep breath, preparing myself before giving my speech. I'm pretty good at begging. For things like food and other material possessions that is. But this was something altogether different. I haven't ever in my life had to beg someone to love me again.
"Logan, please, hear me out," I breathed. He sat silently, as if searching for a response. I would probably shatter if he said that he wouldn't listen.
"I'm listening… for now."
I stared up into his eyes, which were pointed at my own. "How can I show you how sorry I really am? You won't let me try."
"I know how sorry you are."
"Well apologies aren't working, so I was going to-"
"Of course a simple apology won't work." He sighed, placing a hand on his forehead and moving his head from side to side, clearly frustrated. He was reluctant to let me off easy at this point. "What you don't seem to realize is that this was our first real fight. Sure we've bickered before, but we actually had a fight, and it was a big one. It'll take a lot to make it up to me."
"I actually have a plan for once. Please just trust me." I took his hand in mine, slowly rubbing my thumb along the tops of his knuckles. "I need you. I want you back in my life. I really love you."
His stare was blank, but intrigued at the same time. "Prove it then." He now seemed very interested in what I was going to say. I was honestly confused by his demeanor shift. He leaned in closer in order to hear me better.
I readied myself, bringing the dream to the forefront of my mind. Every detail had to match or he probably wouldn't forgive me. I slowly leaned forward, stopping when my breath was ghosting over his lips. "This is the only good way to get the point across."
"…Go ahead." He sounded extremely excited, and he was anticipating what was coming next. I tried to ignore his tone and focus on the task at hand.
My lips softly touched against his own. And then I waited. No immediate rejection, just like in the dream. His eyes fluttered shut, and pink broke out on his pale cheeks.
Following the dream's directions, I didn't move my lips at all until I felt his agreeing to do so, at which point I slowly began to slide them with his. I knew that I wasn't supposed to do anything at all to intensify it, but when I suddenly felt his tongue swipe across my bottom lip and his right hand wrap around to hold the back of my head, I didn't know what to do. Honestly, I was surprised that it was he who couldn't control himself and not me. But I had to stay staunch. I wouldn't allow myself to screw this up by coming on too strong.
'Don't give in,' my conscience yelled out sternly, not wanting to deviate from my dream. Sadly, I couldn't stop my body's reaction, grinding my hips against his and moaning into the kiss. The slippery appendage invaded my mouth, quickly finding all of my sweet spots and making me moan again. His tongue fought with my own, taking dominance over me like he used to, his left hand rubbing circles on my back. My mind was screaming at me not to let this go to far, but my body objected and I squirmed in delight when his hand reached the small of my back.
One loud word rang out in my head, snapping me back to reality.
'STOP!'
I suddenly pulled my head back, leaving Logan with a confused look on his face, my conscience screaming at me for not listening the first time. "You fucking idiot. You just messed everything up, this was such a mistake!'
"Logan, I'm so sorry," I stuttered, bending my neck back further, trying to remove myself from his grasp, but he held on tight.
"Sorry for what?"
"I was trying to hold back so that I could truly show how much I wanted you without seeming like I was coming on too strong, but I didn't and now you'll hate me and… fuck I'm so stupid…" I was going to launch into a rant until he leaned his head forward and pulled my head back down to kiss my lips. He was smiling into the kiss, and when we separated again his smirk contrasted heavily to my frown. He chuckled at the look on my face, causing me to blush.
"It isn't funny! I thought you wanted me to prove that I still want you back!" The grin on his face faded, and he gave me a stony look.
"Carlos, you never had to prove that to me. I've known that."
"But then why have you been-"
"Look, after that… unmentionable thing… we both needed our time alone. At first I thought you needed to learn a lesson, and I made sure to keep myself away. But I quickly realized that I need you just as much as you need me, and so that's when I decided that whatever you did to apologize, I would take it. I didn't think it would take you so long, but you came up with something pretty good." He chuckled again, bringing his right hand up to carress the side of my face. I nuzzled against into like a cat, savoring the touch before feeling him pull me right back down into another kiss. This time both of us were smiling into it.
"So I'm assuming that he said yes?" Kendall joked as I handed him his repacked duffel bag. He just got a quick 'mhm' as a reply as he watched me run down the hall and grab some of Logan's miscellaneous items from James' room. I quickly shuffled back and forth between the two bedrooms, happily humming to help pass the time of moving all the random little things that Logan had taken with him when he "moved out".
"So you're all cool now? No more crazy, no more crying, no more freak outs?"
"None of those."
"Are you actually going to read things if he puts them down in front of you?" the blonde grinned widely at me and I scowled back. "What, I just don't want this happening again."
"Oh ha-ha, you're so hilarious," I replied sarcastically. "Shouldn't you go hang out with James or something?" He simply sighed back and shook his head as I walked past back into the mentioned boy's room.
"He went somewhere, but I might as well go find him so that I don't have to deal with you being all snappy now and then later have to deal with both you and Logan being all sappy."
"You do that," was the reply I yelled out as I picked up the last box of Logan's stuff from James' room. I heard Kendall huff in return and then heard the front door open and close. The box was quickly transported down the hall, and upon putting it down, I walked over to wrap my arms around Logan, his back turned to me as he was unpacking. I surprised him, but he leaned back into my hold, so I took the initiative to whisper into his ear.
"I love you so much."
A lopsided half-smile appeared, and his eyes shone happily. His head turned, and his lips collided with my own for a second before he pulled away again to speak.
"I love you too."
A/N: I basically just wanted to get past the sad and get on to the happy ending that you guys will probably think is really cutesy and all. But I like cutesy and I don't like unhappy, so yeah. You're also getting your dose of M-rating soon since I haven't done that. Hopefully this and 'Olympian' will tide you all over until then.
One last time, I have to say I'm really sorry for not posting these earlier. Stupid computer and stupid U of M. Oh well. I love you all for reading all this thought-barf, please review, and I'll see you all later this week sometime.