A/N: I'm just gonna get on with it, since the a/n at the end is gonna be ginormous.

*~*~Ohheey~*~*

"Jesus fuck," Kendall hissed as he sat up. The previous night's activities had him incredibly sore, and just getting out of bed was tough.

"Sorry," James rolled over in bed and pushed the covers out of his face, rubbing his eyes and looking up at Kendall, "if I could have a smaller dick, I would," he joked sarcastically.

"Liar," Kendall said, grimacing as he stood up and stretched, "this is your fault."

James shrugged and propped himself up in bed. "Guilty as charged," he said, "but I don't regret the crime."

"You have no reason to," Kendall told him. He gave James a peck on the lips and smirked as he admired the hickeys that covered James's jawline, neck, chest, and trailed down to places under the blankets.

"Speaking of your moral wrongdoings," Kendall began, but he quickly cut off by James.

"Hey," James defended, putting his hands up, "that ecstasy was a one time thing. it won't happen again."

Kendall shook his head, "I didn't hear about that, and I don't want to. I'm talking about a much more serious crime. Logan."

James sucked in a breath quickly, wincing. It was tough to think about Logan. They hadn't really talked since the "break up," so James didn't want to now. Any conversations between the two of them would be full of awkward pauses and general unhappiness, and James didn't want that.

"What about him?" James finally asked, trying to keep his tone smooth and calm.

"You need to talk to him," Kendall replied, "You've gotta tell him the truth, James. You have to tell him about us."

James gulped, his adam's apple moving up and down and he did so. Other than maybe a sex talk with Gustavo or Bitters, that was just about the last conversation he wanted to have.

"Why?" James finally said, "It'll only hurt him."

"It'll hurt him more if he thinks you're straight and walks in on us," Kendall pointed out.

~*~*Fa la la la la*~*~

James rubbed his hands together, taking a deep breath. Logan was reading a book, unsuspecting, in the other room. At this point, James admitted he'd do anything for Kendall's trust. The truth was just something he needed to get there. So now, he'd try something new: honesty.

"Logan?" James said quietly, as if he was unsure about the name. He could do this. He could tell Logan the truth. He could take the tears, complaints, and whatever else the truth may come with. He was strong.

"Uh, hi," Logan said awkwardly, lowering the book from his face and turning to face James, who stood uncomfortably in the doorway.

"We, um, we need to talk," James began carefully. This was even worse than breaking Logan's heart by dumping him. This was breaking Logan's heart by replacing him, by admitting to misleading him. This was going to crush the small, dark haired boy.

"What do you wanna talk about?" Logan asked carefully. His eyes dropped to see the hickeys that trailed down James's neck and under his black wife beater, and James noticed his expression fall a little. He cringed inwardly, wishing he'd at least worn a t-shirt, or maybe a turtleneck.

"I- um, I miss being friends. We never talk anymore, we never hang out. We were bros," James sucked in a breath. This was starting to sound exactly like the conversation he'd had with Kendall a few days ago, and, while Logan was a great guy, he did not want it to end the way he and Kendall had ended up the night before. That would be complicated. Still, he had to suck it up, he had to reach out to Logan.

"...and I wanna be bros again," James finished after his pause of being wrapped up in his own thoughts.

Logan nodded, looking like he was trying really hard to understand James's point of view, and not the hickeys. Thinking about that wouldn't help him right then. He could torture himself with those thoughts later.

"Look Logan, I'm really sorry things didn't work out between us-" James began, but Logan stopped him.

"I get it, it's okay," Logan said, offering a weak smile, "Things don't always work out. We both know that. I definitely want to try being your friend again," his smile grew a little more, "I missed you too."

"Thanks for understanding," James replied. He pulled Logan into a tight hug, holding it for a little bit, but not a second too long. It was the kind of hug you gave to friends or family, which was what Logan was. He was back in his rightful place.

"So," Logan gave one of his signature, wiseass, crooked smiles, "I see you had fun out with Kendall last night."

James's eyes widened and he gulped slowly, nodding. This was it. It was time to tell him, to finally let Logan in on the truth. He had a whole speech set up in his mind, every point to lessen the blow on poor Logan ready. Maybe now he wouldn't have to do so much hiding and worrying.

"Yeah," James began. He flicked his hair to the side, cracking a winning smile, "It was pretty great. Just some random chick though. Totally meaningless; I don't even remember her name. I just remember it was a really hot blonde, and we did it in the bathroom stall."

Who was he kidding? He wasn't strong. He was weak.

"Gross," Logan put up his hands, ready to give his same old scolding, "You know that's unsanitary, dude."

James just nodded, trying to look happy and normal.

"Alright, I'm gonna head out for a run, see you later Lo-gain," he said. He stood up and got to the door as quickly as he could without giving up his casual act.

"See ya," Logan called after him as James snatched his iPod off the counter and headed out the door, grabbing his sneakers to put on outside. He couldn't believe it. He was so, so close. So close to telling Logan the truth, taking the risk of upsetting his friends for a clean conscience. The words just hadn't come, his more natural lying ones taking their place. It was so much easier that way, not having to own up to what you did and instead just letting people believe something a little less painful.

He was just so pissed, so angry at himself for lying again. It was like an addictive drug, something that once started, he couldn't stop. He wanted to, he really did want to be able to confess what he'd done, but he didn't. In his mind, he couldn't.

After all, he was a fantastic actor.

*~*~I'm gonna go hide under a rock now~*~*

A/N: I'm so so sooooo sorry guys. But come on, did you really believe that James would tell the truth? My mind just doesn't work that way, and because of that, neither does his. So he'll just lie through his teeth, and you guys can shoot your computer screens or throw them out the window or whatever. Oh, and sorry about this being such a short chapter, definitely the shortest so far, there just... wasn't a lot else that would fit into this one.

Okay, now I have even more bad news. Tomorrow I'm going away to the beach with my family for a week. A whole entire week. And you wanna know what that week will NOT contain?

Internet access. So the next chapter will probably be up a week from Monday (I get back on Saturday but I have barn stuff all that weekend and it's gonna be suuuper busy) so you're gonna have to wait. I'll bring along a notebook and definitely write or at least jot down some stuff for the next chapter or two, but you clearly won't be able to read that. So for like a week and three days, your pretty little imaginations can thinks about aaaall the crazy things James can screw up next and aaaaall the ways he can torture Kendall, Logan, and himself (and maybe Carlos, you never know).

One last thing (Jesus this is the longest author's note EVER) I have a littl equestion for you guys. Do you wanna see some Cargan? Obviously it'll ultimately be up to me and how the story works out whether I do it or not, but if you tell me now I can hopefully get a feel for if y'all want that. So yeah. Tell me in the reviews! You guys are awesome and I'm sorry for torturing you further and then making you wait!