So I'm doing a little something different in this chapter and probably for the next few chapters, I'm going to focus on Logan's POV so that you guys know what's going on with him. I don't want him to become the 'bad guy' so I figured it was time to let you see things from his POV for a while. Also, there have been some questions about Kendall and what happened to him, so he might be peeping back up sometime soon.

Let me know how you feel about this chapter and enjoy:)!

LOGAN'S POV:

The next morning I woke up and sighed into Los's chest as the alarm blared next to us. I took a deep breath and tried my hardest to remember the scent of lemon, orange, and lime that was flowing from his pores. Los stirred and his arms moved from being wrapped around me. He mumbled sleepily against my head, "You gonna get that?" I sucked in a hard breath when I heard his raspy morning voice and I rolled over to stop the alarm. When I tried to roll back over onto Los's chest I felt the bed dip and he was up and out of the bed. He gave me a lazy smile as he picked up his bag and headed to the bathroom, "Gotta get ready for school Lo."

I nodded and while he was gone I changed into my own clothes for school. Swapping my shirt that had been saturated with those smells that smelled of Los, for a shirt that smelled plain like me. I sighed at the loss quietly before running my hands through my hair. I changed into a pair of dark jeans and black boots before going into the bathroom with Los. We brushed our teeth together and went down to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat.

Mom and dad had both left me notes saying they had already headed out to work and that there should be milk and cereal in the kitchen for breakfast. I found two bowls, two spoons, the gallon of milk and a box of apple jacks. After pouring a bowl for Los and I we sat at the table and quickly at the cereal without really talking.

Fifteen minutes later we were headed out my front door with our backpacks on.

"Yes mom we're on our way to school now. Yeah-uh huh-yeah. Okay. Love you too, see you later, bye madre." I smiled at Los as he hung up thee phone. He smiled as he slipped the phone into his pocket, "Sorry, she was worried we wouldn't get to school on time."

I nodded, "It's okay," I was now looking forward, "I wish my mom worried about me as much as yours worries about you."

Los shook his head, "I love her and all, but sometimes I don't think she trusts me. Like she trusts that I won't do anything I'm not supposed to, but I think she believes I'm too friendly for my own good."

I hid a small frown on my face with a smile, "She knows I mean no harm right?"

Los picked up on my concern and reached out for my hand, "If she didn't trust you with me, I wouldn't be here right now."

I pulled my hand away and slipped in into the pocket of my jeans, "Just friends now remember?" I tried my hardest not to look at Los as hi smile fell, right before he put a new one on his face, one I knew wasn't as sincere.

"Yeah, just amigos." He turned to face the sidewalk in front of us and the rest of our walk was silent. I focused on the sounds of Los's breathing and the heat in my hand where his had previously been.

After school, I walked into my house slowly and plopped down on my couch with a bag of kettle corn in my lap. I flipped through the channels aimlessly and when nothing seemed interesting I turned the tv off and leaned back against the couch.

Everything had turned into a mess. I had agreed so quickly to moving to Minnesota to get away from my problems, and one of them had just followed me here. But James really wouldn't even be considered a problem if I hadn't met Los. I had meant what I said to Los though, I wanted to be able to give him all of me, and I knew that wasn't possible as long as I had feelings for James. Honestly, I wanted to give James another try too. He had honestly been my first serious crush and my only serious relationship.

My phone vibrated and I turned to see a text from Jamie:) I smiled and picked up the small smartphone before opening the text.

I miss you Logie. Want to get a bite to eat? Ill come pick you up...

I looked at the text and smiled. I held the phone in my hands for a moment, my thoughts echoed of both boys my heart called out for, and I sent the message I knew I was going to send anyways.

Yeah, sure. Just show up at the house, I'll be ready:)

I couldn't help the grin that crept up on my face as I sat the phone down on the couch next to me. About thirty minutes later there was a knock at the door and I couldn't help but run to the door and throw it open before hugging James tightly.

"Hey Jamie." The taller boy chuckled into the nape of my neck as he picked me up and spun me around before setting me back down on the ground.

"Someone is happy to see me." James beamed at me, his arms still wrapped around my waist from the hug.

"I missed you...You know I never thought I'd say that after what happened."

James frowned at this and grabbed my hand before tugging me towards the door. "I don't want to talk about that." He mumbled as we climbed into his car. "I was wrong to make you come out to everyone when you weren't ready."

I shook my head and grabbed his hand as he backed out of the driveway. "No I'm sorry. I understand now you just wanted people to see how happy I made you. I was just to scared of what everyone else would think. But you've always made me happy Jamie."

At this we fell silent until we pulled up at a small local restaurant. "This place okay?" James asked as he pulled into a parking spot.

I smiled and nodded at him, "I'm sure it's fine. Come on I'm starving." I stepped out of the car and waited for James to be near me before walking into the building.

Soon we were sitting at a table and glancing over the menus. I knew something was bothering James, but I didn't push him yet. I waited until the orders had been taken. When I ordered a burger James sighed. I raised an eyebrow at him and he finally fessed up. "Carlos...you guys have something." James sounded broken when he mentioned Carlos and I instantly felt guilty. I reached out for his hand but James pulled it away. "I mean it's okay if you guys have something. I'm not your boyfriend...but I always thought you were mine. Not mine, like I own you or anything, but mine like I was made for you and you were made for me. You're mine and I'm yours. But I'm slowly realizing you have other options...maybe I was just supposed to be your first boyfriend."

"James please...I'm here with you remember?"

James looked away for a second, thinking, before looking back at me. "Are you saying you guys don't have something?"

It was my turn to look away, I focused on the pink lemonade the waitress had set in front of me, as I watched the bubbles rise to the top James sighed. "So you guys do have something." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"James, I don't know what it is Los and I have, but yes, yes there's something there."

James rubbed his hands all over his face and groaned quietly. "What do you want Logan?"

I took his hands again and pulled them back down to the table away from his face, this time James didn't pull them away. He looked into my eyes, begging for an answer and I sucked in a huge breath. "I want you two to let me figure this out. In time I'll be with the right guy right? Hopefully by then the other will understand why he isn't right for me..."

James shook his head slowly. We shared a few minutes of silence, I still held James's hands until the waitress brought our food over.

"It won't be me, will it?" James asked as he finished his waffles and eggs.

I shook my head as I pushed a fry in my mouth, "You don't know that, and neither do I honestly. I know that you mean a lot to me, and that even when I thought I had put you behind me, you snuck up and took my heart again. You're not easy to let go of James Diamond."

"Only when I don't want the person to let go of me..."

Silence fell over us again as James paid the bill and took me home. He walked me up to the door and wrapped his arms around my frame pulling me in for a tight hug. I returned the gesture and James leaned away, his arms still wrapped around my waist, "I don't want you to feel pressured. I just know I feel utterly amazing when I'm around you. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I tried when you left Logie, I tried. But my heart called out for you no matter what. It wanted you no matter what.

"Maybe you just haven't met the right guy to distract you from me." I spoke quietly as I played with the buttons on James's button down shirt as he held me there on the porch.

"There is no distraction Logan Mitchell." James kissed the top of my head before letting go of me and turning to walk towards his car. When he opened the driver's door and climbed in he gave a small smile and wave before yelling out, "Text me when you want to talk."

A few seconds later James was driving down my street and I was alone on my porch.

I walked back to the house and immediately went to the bathroom. I started the water in the bathtub and put the drain down after checking the temperature I took off my shirt before throwing in some bubbles and discarding the rest of my clothes. Mom always tells me that, ever since I was little, when I was upset I would find comfort in a long hot bath.

When the tub finished filling up I stopped the water and stepped in slowly. After hissing at the heat I slid in one leg after other before sinking into the bubbles. I slid all the way into the water until it was up to my chin and took in a deep breath.

How had I, Logan Mitchell, the nerd, gotten two amazing and sexy guys to fall for me?

I sighed as I shifted in the water, careful not to knock any out on the floor. Maybe I wasn't supposed to have either guy? I hated doubting myself, but what else was I supposed to do? I tried to think positively, more thoughts running through my mind constantly.

When the water turned cold, I decided to get out of the tub and order a pizza. I stepped out of the tub, drained the water and wrapped a towel around my waist. I headed to the kitchen, dripping a little water here and there. I went to the drawer where mom had been storing all of the take out numbers and pulled out one for a local pizza place. Five minutes later I had ordered a pizza for myself with the promise that it would be here within thirty minutes.

I climbed the stairs to my room, two at a time. I threw on a t-shirt and sweats. I sighed at my hair in the mirror before smoothing it down.

Just as I was grabbing money out of my drawer to pay for the pizza I heard the front door open and close.

"Mom?! Dad?! Is that one of you guys?" I moved to the stairs and ran down them as I heard my answer.

A deep chuckle filled the house as I smiled at my dad who was standing in the kitchen with a glass of orange juice in his hand. I walked over to him and we had a brief hug, "Hey dad." I smiled at him and went to get my own glass of juice.

"Hey son. How are you?"

My dad was honestly concerned and I paused for a while before answering. "Confused."

Dad raised an eyebrow and pointed to the chairs at the kitchen table. I knew what he meant as we both sat down at the table.

"Spill." Dad was smiling at me encouragingly and sipped on his juice again before setting down his glass.

I sighed as I took a sip of my own juice before starting my story. I told dad all about Los and how I was sure how I felt about him. Then I told him about how James had come back. I told dad how James wanted things to start up and be like they were before I was angry and upset with him. I explained that I now knew why James had done what he did in Texas and that I was no longer upset or angry with him. When I finished dad nodded and poured more juice in my cup.

"Well son, you should think about your future. You're good at thinking about your future with academics, but you have to do the same with your emotional future as well. Be careful with your heart Logan. But son, also think of how you felt when you first met each of the boys. Because when I saw your mother for the first time, my heart knew she was supposed to be my wife forever. You may have had similar feelings with each boy, but one of them tugged at your heart more than the other."

I nodded slowly as the doorbell rang, "Expecting company?" Dad asked as I stood up and moved toward the front door.

I laughed, "Not company dad, pizza!"

"Well I hope you ordered enough to share!" We both laughed as I paid for the pizza and brought it back to the kitchen. I loved spending time with my dad, he was never weirded out when I told him I was gay. He just accepted me and he's one of my best friends and advice givers.

A few hours later, I was laying in bed staring up at the ceiling thinking about the first days I had met James and Los.

I was walking down the hallway of our high school in Texas. Books clung to my chest as I moved through the crowds with trouble. This school was twice the size of the middle school I had gone to and even though it was the second week of my freshman year, I was still uneasy when transition between classes.

I mumbled, "I'm sorry" a lot to people that I bumped into. Most of them didn't acknowledge me, though there were a few kind enough to say something in return. I reached my locker and slowly put in my combination before exchanging my books. The crowd was thinning now, I could tell because the halls were getting quieter. I sighed, as I shut the door to my locker and turned quickly, realizing I didn't want to be late.

I smacked into someone and dropped my books. I heard them give a small, startled shout as we both bent down to collect our things. "I'm sorry" we both said at the same time. It wasn't until I looked up that the breath was caught in the back of my throat.

He was tall, brunette, and handsome. He was also giving me a dazzling smile as he stood up before extending his hand to help me off the ground as well. He brushed off the front of my shirt a little before he chuckled, "You alright? I'm sorry for running into you, I'm kind of a clutz."

I shook my head as I was pulled back to reality, "No, no, I'm the clutz. Really."

"Well you must be new here. I'm a sophomore and I've never seen you around here before." We started walking in the same direction. It took longer for me to respond than usual because I was too busy trying to remember the soothing sound of this strangers voice.

"I'm a freshman this year." James nodded and we walked for a bit in silence, the last few students scurrying to class.

"I'm James by the way."

"James." I whispered under my breath. Only loud enough for me to hear. "I'm Logan..."

"Logan." Jams repeated, a smile spread across his lips, "That's cute, just like you." At that James gave me a wink and a wave before turning into a classroom. Leaving me in the middle of the hallway, a deep shade of red, and suddenly very hopeful.

I grinned at the memory, the feelings I had felt all those years ago flooded back to my heart. Making me feel warm and giddy. I rolled over and grabbed my phone, I sent a short text to James saying "Do you remember when we first met?" Before rolling back onto my back and looking at the ceiling again, this time thoughts of Los coming to mind.

It was my first day at the new school in Minnesota. I sighed at the bitter air as I walked from my mom's car to the inside of the building. I pushed through the small crowd to the office. There definitely weren't as many students at this school as there were at my old school. I adjusted my black leather jacket and black v-neck as I waited on the secretary as she eyed my suspiciously.

"I wouldn't have pegged you to dress like you do based on your transcript ."

I gave a small chuckle as I picked up my schedule and headed out the office door to find my classes, "Don't judge a book by it's reviews. Read it for yourself first." I found my locked a few minutes later and began putting the books I had received a few days earlier in the metal box before shutting it and picking up my backpack filled with what I would need for the next few periods. I found the classroom with no issue but as I was just walking in the room I heard a heavenly chuckle.

I turned and looked over my shoulder, trying to scrunch up my face in an angry way so I wouldn't look so vulnerable. I searched the crowd for the person who had released such a sound and my eyes settled on a small, latino boy when he made the sound again. It was a chuckle, light and airy. I could tell that was his personality by the way he interacted with his friends. I noticed he acted very friendly toward a specific guy in the group. Soon my focus was solely on the boy again. He was tan, had short black hair, and a smile that could light a room. My eyes moved down his body to his purple v-neck and I smiled at the small pudge he had.

I shook my head realizing I was being creepy, but then I also noticed how my heart felt. Swollen and serene. I caught myself suddenly grinning from ear to ear, and forced the frown I had been wearing all day in its place. I turned and moved into my classroom, taking an empty seat in the back. I went through the rest of the school day, my heart never being without those two feelings I had experienced that morning.

Even now, as I laid in bed, my heart swelled up once more and it felt at peace. I felt at peace. A deep smile came across my lips as I rolled over to my stomach and cuddled my pillow to my chest. My phone, and the text I had received, momentarily forgotten.