Louise, please talk to me. I miss you…

Logan glumly pressed the button on his phone the second time that day while walking up the stairs to his apartment, the text sending. He sincerely missed his only friend- well, his only school friend who he may or may not have had feelings for the past 5 years. He eventually got over the "it's wrong" notion that repeatedly flooded his mind due to the age issues. Luckily, Logan, unlike his other friends he had in high school, knew if he even tried anything silly, her father, now his boss, would have killed him before the police got to him first. The most affectionate thing the two friends had ever done was a hug or the occasional friendly cuddle.

After his friends graduated, the only one that would give Logan the time of day was Louise. Louise and stupid yet adorable bunny hat. The blonde managed to convince himself that loving her was wrong because she was younger, and that she'd flip out if she found out, anyway.

Ugh, I hate to say this, but she is legal now…not like I even like her that way anymore.

Logan growled and shook the thought away. Trudging up the stairs, he was greeted by Louise's brother, Gene. The two shared an apartment together, ever since Gene graduated from high school. They surprisingly got along well, hanging out after Logan's initial friends graduated and left him behind. Sharing similar classes and hanging out during lunch with Louise, the two eventually made a pact to share an apartment together. It wasn't that hard to find an apartment just outside of town but still close to home. Well, Gene's home, anyway. Logan's parents lived on the other side of town.

"Hey, Logan. I was gonna run out to get some bird seed."

"Bird seed? We don't even have birds," replied Logan.

"Yeah, I know, but I hear if you put them in those cool looking shaker things they make a good beat," Gene said, smiling as usual. Sometimes Logan wondered how Gene could be so damn happy all the time.

"You mean maracas?"

"Yeah, those! How did you know?" asked Gene, astonished.

Logan stared blankly at his roommate. "Those are, like, the first things you learn in grade school. Instruments, I mean."

Gene rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, uh…Wagstaff had to cut some parts of the music curriculum to make room for Richard Simmons."

"…What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'll tell you later! I gotta go get that bird food!" And with that, Gene rushed down the small set of stairs.

Once inside and properly fed, Logan checked his phone. Still nothing. "God dammit, Louise."

The blonde haired man sighed and got up, looking at the clock. Where the hell was Gene getting that bird feed from? Plopping himself in front of the TV, his eye caught a glimpse of the yearbook on the coffee table, opened up to the page of faculty and staff members. On one portrait was a big red circle around it, revealing to be, in fact, Richard Simmons. 'I told you bro' was written next to it, then a crude drawing of one of those characters from that stupid web comic Gene loved. Something about stairs? Who the hell knew.

After about 20 minutes, Gene came back with a huge bag of bird food.

"Honey, I'm home and slightly hungover!" Gene said while proudly holding the 30 pound bag of bird food.

Logan turned his head. "Seriously?"

"Nah. But hey, I swung by my dad's joint and-"

"I should have known that's why you took so long…" Logan cut in.

Gene set the food down on the floor. "Anyway, I was there and I saw Louise with Courtney." Logan turned back to the TV. "Oh," he said, uninterested. Gene jumped onto the couch, causing Logan to be bounced roughly. "No, the thing is…they were talking about some creepy chick that just transferred in, I guess? And I overheard Louise saying the girl tried to kiss her or some bullshit like that. Just thought you of all people should know."

Logan turned to him. "She tried to wha- wait, why the hell do you think I should know? She friggin hates me right now because of Sunday. Besides, why would I care who Louise swaps spit with?"

"Logan, look…honey. It's obvious. You can stop hiding your need for wanting to fuck my sister," Gene stared right at him, not impressed by Logan's attempt to cover it up.

Logan picked up a pillow, throwing it in Gene's face. "Dude, that was, like, two years ago. Besides, even if she is 18 now, she only sees me as a brother. Probably the sane brother she never had."

Gene sighed. "You don't have a problem with her being with girls, do you? I mean, I'm surprised enough that you can handle me." Logan's mind flashed back to all the drunken nights of Gene bringing home guys, sloppily making out with them on the couch, attempting to have sex on the living room floor, then pass out.

"Dude, if I had a problem with gay people, I wouldn't have roomed with you. Although my mom still thinks you're straight. You should probably…not say anything. She gets really angry at two guys hugging each other," Logan said, wincing a bit at the end.

"Yeah, well, your mom's a bitch."

"She really is."

"Besides, I haven't been to that bar in, like, a week. Oh, hey, does Courtney still go to Huxley, or did she graduate already?" Gene brought his knees up to his chest.

"Why? You wanna get together? She's still crazy about you. I don't know how Louise stomachs her. She dresses like an emo kid but is still annoying as she was when she dated you," Logan flipped through channels.

"Oh, good god, no! You're joking right? I'm pretty sure I've known I like dick since maybe the 3rd grade. Well, okay I didn't actually like dicks in 3rd grade I just knew I liked boys. Then I liked dicks in-"

"Hey, Gene…I gotta ask you something. About Louise," Logan turned to the fabulous homosexual.

"Yeah? Shoot."

"Well…"