A/N: How long has it been for this story, like 11 or 12 days? And oh dang, I was looking back at chapter 10 and noticed that the chapter title and the written title are different… whoopsy. Gotta fix that eventually. But not now :P
Ugh, long author's note. Thank you to huyandhieu, Sum1cooler, Mazie Lyne, Dragon99754, Lewkis, Kyjoun, Hikari Heartache, Koga Sukarama, and Monocle51 for reviews, favorites, and alerts. They mean a whole lot, seriously, I don't think I'd keep writing this if I didn't know that people were counting on me to do so.
Anyways, it's time that I got around to finishing what I started, so this story is drawing to a close. There's this chapter, next chapter, and then the final one, which is sort of an epilogue. A very long epilogue. This was my first story, and I'm basically required to take care of it (it's almost like a baby except for the fact that it doesn't eat, cry, or vomit all over the place). So yeah. Let's get it going.
Chapter XI - Dreams of Happiness
Every box was moved. Every knick-knack was unpacked. Every article of clothing was put away in its respective drawer. And every shattered fragment of our relationship had been taped back into place. Logan and I just laid on his bed, him with his arms wrapped around my waist and me with my head leaning on his shoulder. I had originally suggested that we go watch a movie after the "moving" was finished, but it never happened. I mean, I would have loved to spend the entire rest of the day just sitting on the bright orange sofa watching movies, with my head nuzzled up against his chest and his own head resting on top of mine. Then again, we were already doing that, just laying down instead of sitting up and without a television in front of us.
We just stayed silent, laying on the bed and enjoying each other's company, kissing occasionally, until we heard the front door open and the loud voices of James and Kendall drifted through the apartment. I stood up and moved over to the door, shutting it completely to keep some privacy. Apparently I was just in time, because as soon as I turned around I heard two pairs of loud footsteps rushing down the hall toward the other bedroom, their door squeaking as it opened and quickly slammed shut. Across the room, Logan was laying on the bed, staring into my eyes with a contented look etched across his features.
"Come back to bed," he beckoned me back over, and I happily strode across the room, stopping next to the bed. He patted the spot next to him, and I simply shrugged at him. He gave me a look, and I chuckled, climbing to lie on top of him instead of next to him. The action confused him for a second, but he just laughed when I snaked my hands underneath him, using him as a full body pillow. I turned my head up to look at him, resting my chin against the very top of his chest and staring him in the eyes.
"You're warm."
"Thank you?"
"You're very welcome. Now, quiet, I think it's bedtime." He smirked at my statement.
"It's only eight." I slid a little bit upward, placing my lips softly against his own to silence him. I smiled when we separated.
"We've had a pretty long day, and I'm tired from moving boxes for the past half hour. It's sleepy time. Goodnight." He sighed in return, knowing that he wouldn't convince me otherwise.
"Oh fine. Goodnight Carlitos."
"Goodnight Logie. Love you." I rubbed my head against his chest, and he chuckled, turning his body so that I slid down into the spot next to him on the bed. His arms wrapped around my waist once again, and he placed a sweet little kiss on my forehead.
"Love you too."
The next morning I woke up early for once in my life. I struggled to extract myself from my once-again-boyfriend's death grip, quickly changing my clothing and rushing out into the kitchen. I had decided two nights earlier to try to make him breakfast as an attempt to finalize my apology, being the last phase of my original plan. Now it wasn't really required since he accepted me back already, but I still wanted to try it.
First was fruit salad, which was pretty simple, just involving cutting up a bunch of peaches and strawberries and putting them in a bowl with other berries. Hand-squeezed orange juice was a little harder seeing as my hand cramped up halfway through the second orange, making it hurt like a bitch every time I moved a finger. Last but not least was the heart shaped pancakes. Or at least, they would have been heart shaped had they not exploded into flames. Mama Knight thankfully came to the rescue, running into the kitchen when she heard me screaming about the fire since the broom I had been trying to put it out with had caught fire as well.
Somehow, those same screams of fire hadn't woken up any of the other apartment residents, allowing me and Mama Knight to quickly whip up a batch of regular old boring circle-shaped pancakes in secret. But at least they had chocolate chips, which made them even better than the others. She handed me a knife as soon as she put the first pair on a plate, telling me to cut them into whatever shape I wanted now that they were cooked. She also told me that I wasn't allowed to make pancakes alone ever again, giving me a stern look when I groaned about it.
"I only almost burned the apartment down, I didn't actually burn it down," I said to her with a pleading tone, using the knife to cut Logan's pancakes into the shape of a heart, secretly eating the small extra cut-out parts of each of them. I knew that she wouldn't approve of me sneaking food, but I was freakishly hungry since I hadn't gotten any dinner the night before (I had been to busy eating my once-again-boyfriend's face).
"You also almost set off the fire alarms, which would've made every apartment have to evacuate the building and would make everyone get pissed at us. Consider yourself lucky."
I scoffed. "Oh, technicalities." She gave me the Knight family trademarked grin, rolling her eyes and turning back to the pan that was still cooking on the stove. I looked back down at my handiwork, seeing two very neat and perfect looking hearts of pancake and chocolate staring back at me. Literally; one of them had a brown happy face made of chocolate chips on it. I didn't know if it was intentional or not, but it certainly was cute. I poked Mama Knight, pointing down at it, and she shrugged, smirking once again. I grabbed the powdered sugar and shook it over the top, generously covering each doughy heart.
Eventually, everyone was awake and at the table, the mother figure and I quickly distributing plates to everyone. Except Logan. He looked around at the others, quite confused and a little jealous. An adorable pout sprouted on his face, his bottom lip pushing out.
"Where are my pancakes? This doesn't seem all that fair," the brunet whined in a little kid voice, and everyone laughed.
"You may want to look behind you," Kendall said, pointing to me. He glanced over his shoulder, noticing me standing behind him. I was carrying his plate, a bowl of the fruit salad, and the glass of orange juice, looping my arms around his neck to place the dishes in front of him. Looking down at it, he smiled, placing a hand on top of my own and tipping his head backwards to look me in the eyes, head touching against my stomach.
"Do you like them?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"They're beautiful," he returned happily, pulling my head down to his own. It was a weird position, but I accepted it. A "Spiderman Kiss" I think it was called. And it was actually pretty good, feeling my upper lip move against his lower one and vice-versa.
"You know, we would like to eventually start eating," I heard lifting my head up and staring at Katie with an annoyed look. She raised an eyebrow, staring me right back down. I backed off, and everyone laughed; tough, fearless Carlos afraid of a girl six years my younger, what a sight. I sat down, picking up my knife and fork and looking up at Mama Knight expectantly. All of us were. She looked back at everyone sternly, not letting her gaze drop, but then caved.
"Okay, we can eat now," she conceded, and all five of us cheered, digging into our food.
Later that day
Family movie night- my pick. I immediately told Kendall and Katie no to watching horror and told James no to a romantic comedy. Logan and Mama Knight didn't really care what we watched as long as it was picked soon, and I had the perfect idea.
"Up?" Kendall stared at the DVD box I had pulled off the shelf, sighing. He had never liked that movie, and everyone else in our little family thought he was insane.
"Dude, this movie is funny and absolutely adorable, what's wrong with you?" James asked, giving Kendall the same weird look and talk that he always did when we watched it. Kendall rolled his eyes.
"There's no blood or gore at all, it isn't exciting," he returned simply, a blank look covering his face. James put a hand to his forehead, shaking his head back a forth a couple times with a sigh, then just laid back against the blond to keep him from standing up. I popped in the disc and ran to my spot next to Logan, flopping on top of him, my head landing on his lap. He chuckled, watching me grab the remote and skip past the previews to the main menu. A stray thought ran through my mind, and I smirked.
"I think that if the four of us were the characters from up, then I would be the dog, Logan would be the crazy bird, James would be the little kid, and Kendall would be the old man." Everyone laughed at my thought.
"Why do you say that?" Katie asked between giggles, already having figured out the answer.
"Well, I'm always clinging to Logan like the dog clings to that bird. Logan is always running around doing weird things-"
"I am not always doing weird things!" Logan sounded shocked, but he was just messing around. I just kept talking
"Hey, you're ruining my analogy here, just go with it. James like the little kid because he's always following Kendall around it seems like." James smiled and rubbed his head against Kendall's shoulder. The blond smiled down at him, then turned back to me.
"So why am I the old man?" he asked me, and I laughed in response. All of us except Kendall knew the answer, but I was the one that started the thought, so I had to finish it.
"Because you're a grump to people you don't know but you're really warm once you learn all of their good and bad points. And you both have huge eyebrows, even though his are grey." One of those bushy blonde eyebrows raised, giving me a probing look.
"Is that really what you think of me?"
"That's what everyone thinks of you, hun," Mama Knight replied for me. The blond looked around, seeing each person nod. He shrugged in concession, turning back to the screen.
"Are we gonna watch this movie or not, the menu music is seriously annoying me."
"Whatever you say Kenny." I pushed the play button, watching the screen darken then launch into one of my favorite movies. It's almost too bad that I was completely and totally knocked out only ten minutes in, after receiving a loving kiss on the lips from the boy whose lap my head still rested upon.
A/N: Woohoo for sappy, lovey-dovey, fluffy chapter. I know that you people like all of that (as do I, adorable things make me happy, why do you think I love fuzzy puppies and kittens? And Carlos ;D).
Anyways, I decided a while ago that you all get your dose of M-rating next chapter, and that's still making me nervous. It's my first attempt to describe sex, so I'm just hoping it goes over well. I've read some pretty good descriptions from other people, so I hope to be able to live up to expectations.
In the end, it goes how it goes. Please review, it makes me happy when you do. Have a good night, and I'll see you next chapter!