Chapter two guys! This might be the longest chapter I've ever written. I'm really excited for this story and the direction it's going. Thanks to everyone who's read and reviewed so far!

When we got into my house I looked around and breathed out a sigh of relief. Everything was in one piece and the twins seemed to be quiet. I told Logan he could put his things next to the door and I walked around the house looking for the twins. I noticed Lali crouched under a chair in the kitchen, she brought one of her tiny fingers up to her lips to keep me from saying anything and I shook my head and looked back at Logan mimicking her actions. He chuckled a bit before giving me a thumbs up.

A few seconds later I was making lunch and Logan was sitting at the table watching me when Tomas came running in. He looked at Logan with a raised eyebrow and then over at me, "Uh Carlos, who's this guy in our kitchen?"

I glanced up from the pile of sandwiches I was making and over at Logan, "Oh that's a friend from school. We met up at the library to get some work done and I invited him over for lunch." Tomas just looked Logan up and down before nodding.

"Oh, well have you seen Lali? I already found Lia hiding under your bed but I seriously can't find Lali." Logan chuckled and Tomas shot him a look before Logan covered his mouth with his hand while he kept smiling. Something about that smile made my stomach tighten up and I didn't realize I was staring until I heard Tomas, "Earth to CARRRRLOS. Have you seen Lali?"

I blushed as I shook my head at Tomas, my brother stomped angrily out of the kitchen screaming Lali's name saying the game was over and she had won because he was giving up. An all too excited Lali emerged from under Logan's chair before hugging him and then she ran over to me and gave me a hug too, "Thank you Los for not twelling Twomas where I was." She then proceeded to run out of the room giggling. Logan got up out of his chair and came over to where I was standing, I felt myself blushing again when he smiled at me so I decided to turn back down and start making sandwiches again.

"You need any help Carlos?"

The next thing I know Logan's hands are reaching for two slices of bread and when I looked over at him all I could manage was a small, "Thanks." What was happening to me? I had never, NEVER felt this way before. Why did Logan smiling make me feel like blushing? Why did his questions always make me nervous? And why were his jeans so damn tight? At that last thought I had to physically shake my head earning a confused look from the onyx haired boy. "I-uh- I thought there was something on my head."

Logan shifted his gaze up to the top of my head and after a few seconds he looked back down at me with his crooked grin, "Nope, you're all good." We both went back to work on the lunch and Logan put all the sandwiches on the table while I grabbed everyone something to drink.

When I got back over to the table I noticed Logan had cut Lali and Lia's sandwiches into triangles so they could eat them better and I gave him a sideways glance that he seemed to notice. This time it was his turn to blush. "I thought it might be easier for their little hands..." Logan shifted nervously on his feet like he had done that morning and I just smiled at him. He was kinda cute when he did that. Wait...what? I took that moment to call Tomas and the twins in for lunch and once everyone was seated we began to eat. Somehow Logan had ended up between Lali and Lia and he looked up at me again with a big smile as the girls excitedly asked him questions. I glanced over at Tomas who was watching Logan like a hawk and I didn't understand why until Tomas started to interrogate Logan.

Logan was a little thrown off at first because he had to shift from the innocent questions the girls asked him about his favorite color to Tomas's questions about where he was from and what his friends were like at home. After asking why Logan seemed so nervous and giving him a malicious grin I took the opportunity to kick Tomas under the table. He yelped and glared at me and I returned the glare. Finally he shut up and finished his food. When the girls ran off and he had gone to watch after them Logan helped me clean up. It was silent between us for a few until Logan chuckled, "Well that was fun."

I rolled my eyes and punched him playfully in the arm, "Well if that's your idea of fun I don't know if I'll be able to keep you entertained for long."

"Nah I'm not too difficult. This was nice actually. I'm an only child so uh it was nice to feel like I had some siblings for a while. Your sisters are fun and Tomas...well he's certainly looking out for you."

Logan gave me another smile as he finished throwing things into the trashcan while I loaded the dishwasher. "Yeah, he's always been that way since-uh- since my dad died." There it was. The awkward silence. I hadn't meant for it to happen. I hadn't meant to even bring it up. Before I could say anything else though I felt Logan's arms wrapped around me.

"Carlos I'm so sorry." Logan stood there with his arms wrapped around me and I didn't know what to do. I tried to return the hug with little effort and when Logan noticed he let go. WE were both blushing and Logan definitely looked nervous now, "I'm so sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have hugged you, but it just seemed like one of those moments when a friend should hug their other-" I shut Logan up with another hug except this one I put a little more force into. I pretty much tackled the short haired boy. While he was occupied with hugging me back I noticed how nice he smelled. This time when we parted I instantly missed being close to him. My feelings were confusing the hell out of me and I didn't even realize the silence between us was a little awkward.

Logan looked around the kitchen nervously before I spoke up. "Thanks Logan, for...that." Was it just me or was Logan blushing more.

"It was-uh-nothing. I think I should go home now. I'll see you at school tomorrow maybe?"

"Yeah, you will." I shot Logan a smile as I followed him back through my house. When we got to the front door he turned around and hugged me again. There they are, those butterflies again and I know I'm blushing again. Sigh. What's wrong with me?

"Oh Carlos...I kind of have an awkward favor to ask of you..." Logan looked nervous again. Uh oh.

"Um...I might look different Monday..."

"You mean like wearing all black like you did yesterday?"

Logan just kind of looked at me with a blank expression I couldn't read. Maybe I had said too much. "Uh yeah, like that. You can still talk to me if you want...but um yeah."

"Is there any reason why you dress like that at school but then on the weekend you look like a regular guy?"

Logan gave a quiet sigh, "It's kind of a long story...um I'll see you Monday." With that Logan walked out of my house. I watched him walk down the driveway and once he hit the sidewalk I groaned and shut the front door. I turned around and put my back against the door before sliding down it and putting my face in my hands. My thoughts were all running together and I didn't know what to think about the friend I had just made. Friend. That was all I should want Logan to be right? Ugh. I couldn't get the way Logan smelled out of my mind. It was like a mix of honey and mint. And then the way he handled helping me make the sandwiches by making sure to cut Lali and Lia's small enough for them.

"AYO Los." I looked up at Tomas and he sunk next to me on the floor. "What's wrong bro? We didn't embarrass you or anything right?"

I smiled and shook my head, "Nah, not too bad."

"Good, because by the way that you were blushing I would think that you were into that Logan guy."

My heart felt like it was going to fall out of my chest and I felt my eyes get big as I looked away from Tomas. He slapped me on the back, "Breath Los. If you are into him, that's fine. I don't care. Either way you're still my brother."

"Thanks." That was all I could get out and it was nothing but a mumble.

Tomas stood up next to me, "How about I keep Lali and Lia occupied until mom gets home. You look like you have some thinking you need to do." With that my brother walked away and I shook my head, for only being 11 he was really mature. I slowly stood up and made my way to my room where I threw myself down on my bed. This was going to be a long night.

It was now Monday and I made my way into the all too familiar school building. I met up with Hortencia and the others. I didn't realize I was off in my own world until Hortencia punched me lightly. "Estas bien, Carlos?" [You alright Carlos?]

"Si, estoy pensando." [Yes, I'm just thinking.] I forced a smile and Hortencia seemed settled by it.

"Usted parece como si algo le esta molestando. Si quieres de ello nos sea poisible." [You seem like something is bothering you. If you want to talk about it we can.]

"Gracias Hortencia. Voy a ir a clase." [Thanks Hortencia. I'm going to go to class.]

"Muy bien Carlos. Te vere en el almuerzo." [Okay Carlos. I'll see you at lunch.]

"Adios Horetencia."

"Adios Carlos."

I walked to class. When I got to the room I noticed a familiar onyx haired boy sitting in the back of the room wearing (what else) an entirely black outfit. I took my usual seat, which was of course the seat next to his. When he looked over at me I gave him a weak smile before digging in my backpack and pulling out my speech.

"You know I meant it when I said you could talk to me." Logan was whispering at me as other kids started to come into the room eyeing both of us.

"Well, you just seem so into..." I looked him up and down quickly, "whatever this is." We both chuckled quietly.

"I told you, it's a long story, but you know I'm not a jackass."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Even you have to admit you do a good job at looking like you want to be left alone."

"Well that's what I want everyone else to think, so I'm glad I look that way." Just when I was about to respond our teacher, Mr. Griffin, walked through the door. A hush fell upon the room and I saw Logan recline into his seat. The way he was sitting reminded me of the way the bad guy always sits in class in the movies and I tried not to chuckle. Well I probably couldn't chuckle if I wanted to because I noticed Logan looked really good sitting like that. I took a chance and looked up at his face and it seemed to match everything else. I knew it was all an act, just a few minutes ago we were chuckling with each other and he seemed fine.

" , I see you've noticed ur new student Logan Mitchell." I mentally kicked myself as I realized I must have been staring. "Why don't you get up here and give your speech to the class first." I didn't want to move and I could feel the blush growing on my cheeks. Somehow I mustered up the strength to get up and move to the front of the room and stand behind the podium.

"Uh-I-I'm Carlos Garcia-"

"Yes we know who you are. Please go on with your speech." A few people laughed when he said this. Why did Griffin have to be such a dick when it came to me?

I started my speech. It was about five minutes long and the only thing Griffin told us about this assignment was that the object of the speech was to persuade our audience. "Drunk driving will kill 10, 839 people this year alone. Two years ago my dad was killed in an accident caused by a drunk driver." I kept going once all the surprised gasps rang throughout the room.

When I finished my speech I couldn't get to my seat fast enough. When I crashed down into my chair I kept myself from looking at Logan because I was still embarrassed. After the next person went up to speak a piece of paper landed on my desk. I looked over at Logan who was giving the girl in the front his full attention. I sighed as I opened the paper up and read it.

You did a great job. Fuck whatever grade your teacher gives you.

I smiled as I pushed the note down into my textbook before Griffin looked back at me. For the next fifty minutes I couldn't stop smiling all because Logan had told me I did a good job. So when the end of class came and Griffin gave us back our grades I wasn't too upset when he gave me a 85 out of 100. Actually I was pumped, that was the highest grade he had ever given me on a speech. When I looked up to show Logan what I got I realized he had left the room. I sighed as I grabbed my backpack and headed to my next class. This was going to be a long day.

I walked into lunch and plopped down next to Hortencia. He gave me a concerned look but before he could ask me anything the rest of our friends showed up. They all chatted away excitedly. I didn't really have an appetite so I just stared at the corndog and macaroni the lunch ladies has provided for the day. Hortencia nudged me and when I looked up he looked sad for me so I picked up my fork and began to eat a little of the macaroni thinking it would please him. After watching me for a little while Hortencia turned his attention back to our friends and I looked around the cafeteria.

Sure enough Logan was back in his corner and no one was within ten feet of the boy. He looked up at me while I was staring at him. Instantly, without any verbal communication I knew what he was asking me to do. I looked over at Hortencia and sighed loudly, all our friends stopped talking and looked at me, "Chicos, me voy a ir a sentarse con el Nuevo Logan nino." [Guys, I'm going to go sit with the new kid Logan.] Before they could say anything I got up and grabbed my lunch. I turned around and when Logan realized what I was doing he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. I made my way cross the cafeteria ignoring all the people who decided to look up from their conversations who were watching me.

When I reached the table I noticed Logan was still staring at me and I tried to suppress the red creeping onto my cheeks. "Hey."

"Hey Carlos."

"Can I sit here?" I looked down at the seat across from Logan and his eyes gazed down to the same spot. He looked back up offering only a small smile.

"I'd be offended if you didn't." I chuckled softly before sitting down across from him. I took another bite of my macaroni before I noticed Logan wasn't eating.

"What's wrong?"

"Do your friends hate me now? They won't stop looking over here and they do not look happy."

I looked over my shoulder and sure enough Logan was right. All of my friends were staring at us and most of them did not look pleased at all. I groaned before turning around to face Logan. "You're right, they don't look happy, but I have another friend now so they'll have to share me." I smiled at Logan and while he didn't look too convinced he at least started to eat again. However after a few more minutes I realized he was looking over at the table of my friends again. I followed his gaze and realized Hortencia was glaring at him. "Logan, seriously, it's fine. They just don't know you aren't as mean as you look. They probably think you bullied me into sitting over here or something." I chuckled to try and lighten the mood before Logan shifted his gaze to me.

"You're right. Sometimes I forget I'm dressed like this and that it makes people want to stay away from me." When Logan laughed I felt my heart light up and I almost choked on the food I had in my mouth. "You okay bud?" Logan gave another laugh and this time I joined in a little.

"Yeah I'm good. Some-uh food went down the wrong way. It happens."

"Yeah it does. Hey, since we're friends now and I may or may not be ruining all of your other friendships without trying, you should have my number in case you want to hang out. Since the move I just sit at home doing homework and watching movies I've seen before by myself."

"Well don't your parents do that stuff with you?" I asked as I pulled out my phone and handed it to Logan for him to punch his number in.

"Well I'm sure they would if they weren't working all the time. My mom works at the hospital here and my dad's a lawyer. He got transferred to another firm and that's kind of why we had to move. We were lucky that mom found a job here so quickly."

"Oh, well I think after Saturday Lali and Lia would love to have you back. They keep asking 'but los where's wogan?'"

"So I didn't make an impression on Tomas then?" Logan suddenly looked focused on something. His brows suddenly pushed together and he looked zoned out but at the same time he still looked like he was focused on me.

"Uh well I wouldn't say that..."

"So I made a bad impression on Tomas then?"

"Um...not that either."

"Well then I don't understand..."

"Well let's just say Tomas wants to meet you again and you shouldn't be surprised if he goes back into 'father Tomas' mode." I wasn't lying. Tomas wanted to see Logan again and I'm pretty sure he just felt neutral about the whole thing. On Sunday Tomas had shut us both up in my room and forced me to talk about my feelings towards Logan with him. I hadn't been able to tell him much because I didn't even understand it myself. However, at the end of an hour Tomas had unlocked the door and walked out promising to give Logan a shot because he knew it would mean a lot to me. It meant a lot to me that Tomas was willing to do that because I knew at least one of my four family members was willing to accept me and whatever sexuality I was.

"More questions? Damn Carlos is your brother like that with all your friends or is it just me?"

"Just you..." Noticing the look on Logan's face that was a mix of frustration and...fear maybe I added, "but I think it's just because you're new and he hasn't really gotten the chance to get to know you." The look on Logan's face went away and he replaced it with his crooked grin.

"You're right. That's probably it. I'll win him over eventually."

"Uh Logan- Why's it so important for you to win Tomas over?"

The look on his face was priceless, it was definitely full of anxiety. Just when he opened his mouth to answer the bell that signaled the end of lunch rang and people began to leave the cafeteria. Logan clamped his mouth shut before opening it again, "Oh look, lunch is over. Text me after school or something." And with that he was gone. He grabbed his backpack and his tray and he moved to blend in with the crowd. Well not exactly blend in. But he was doing the best he could.

Just when I was about to get up I felt someone behind me. I turned to see Hortencia standing there, still wearing the glare he had been giving to Logan. "Carlos, que diablos fue eso?" [Carlos, what the hell was that?]

I sighed, "Mira, solo necesita un amigo." [Look, he just needs a friend.]

"Pues no ha de ser capaz de encontrar la suya propia?" [Well shouldn't he be able to find his own?]

"Yo no sabia que solo se le permitio que tienen chicos como amigos. Voy a tartar de recorder que Hortencia la proxima vez." [I didn't know I was only allowed to have you guys as friends. I'll try to remember that next time Hortencia.] I pushed past Hortencia to throw my food away before going to my next class. I was just being nice to Logan, Hortencia had no right to be upset with me. I tried to clear my head before going into my next class by thinking of Lali and Lia and how they would probably be running my Abuelo crazy by now. She watched the girls while Tomas and I were at school and my mother was at work. I chuckled as I entered my math classroom. There was no way I was going to let Hortencia ruin a good day.

However, about halfway through a math problem in the middle of class I remembered Logan never answered my question about Tomas. Why did it matter to him that Tomas liked him? Maybe it just meant that he hoped we could be friends for a long time, but I wasn't so sure.

For the rest of the day I couldn't help but keep wondering about Logan. It bothered me so much that on my way home from school I had to text him,

Hey Logan it's Carlos. Wanna hang out later? Maybe we can get some homework done and grab a bite to eat.

My plan was simple, corner the onyx haired boy, and get him to answer my question. It was simple but I knew getting him to talk was going to be difficult. I sighed as I felt my phone vibrate with his response.

Sure, let me text my mom and tell her where I'll be. What time and where do you want to meet up?