Author's Note: Hey guys, thank you for all of the awesome reviews. I really enjoyed the fact that one of you doesn't enjoy drugs, but still wants the story to continue. Things between Kendall and Logan are going to get a lot more interesting after the next chapter, so be READY! Oh, and also, I will try to update every single week if not more than once a week, so don't fret. I won't forget about you lovely people.

Chapter Three: First Timers

Kendall's POV:

Finally, the end of the day and I was headed to meet Jo in the parking lot. I put my head phones in and started to dance around a little as I walked to my car. I was half way when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I jumped before turning around to see Jo standing there with Logan.

"Do you realize that you've been dancing since you left the halls," Jo asked me with a laugh.

"I give no fucks," I said as we walked to my car. I looked to my left and noticed Logan walking with us still and raised an eyebrow, "May I ask why I have been graced with your precense?"

He looked up at me with a sheepish look before looking down at his feet, "I locked my keys in my car, is there anyway I could hang out with you guys, just until my mom get's home?"

I chuckled at this, "Hm, let me think about that." I unlocked my car doors and got in followed by Jo. I started the car and looked out my window to see Logan still standing on the outside, "What are you doing out there?"

"You told me you had to think about it..." he said with a blush.

"Get in the car you knuckle-head, of course I'd love nothing more than to spend today with you," I said with a smile. He got into the backseat and I plugged my phone in before lighting a cigarette and rolling down my window.

"You smoke?" Jo asked with a smile on her face.

"Yes ma'am," I replied taking a long drag of my cigarette, "I hope that's okay with you guys."

"Of course, do what you have to do," she chimed before I plugged in my phone to the stereo. I went to the last song I was playing before they nearly gave me a heart attack, Killin' It by Krewella. I started to bounce around as I exited the parking lot. The song was starting off slow as it always did and I got questioning looks from both of my passengers, then just as we got onto the main road the song dropped and I began to dance harder.

"This is the shit," Jo yelled over the music as she danced in the passenger's seat bobbing her head up and down and wagging her index fingers back and forth.

"I know right, he's even better live," I yelled looking in my rear view to see what Logan was doing, and to my surprise he was dancing around as well, "um, I hope you guys are alright with meeting my ma. I apologize in advance for her, she's not human."

They both chuckled as the next song began to play and we resumed dancing until we pulled into my driveway. I lit another cigarette before we entered my house, "Ma, I'm home! And I brought company!"

"Is she going to mind us being here," Logan asked with a worried look on his face. I laughed and shook my head before two arms were wrapped around me.

"I missed you all day," my mother shouted while tightening her grip on me, "that's it, you're being home schooled!"

I turned into her embrace and wrapped my arms around her, "That won't do, then I wouldn't get to see my new friends, woman."

She looked beyond me to the two figures standing near the doorway watching our little interaction, the smiled, "Hey guys, I'm Mrs. Knight."

"Hi, Mrs. Knight," Jo said before holding out her hand to my mother, "my name's Jo Taylor."

My mother smiled at her before walking past her hand and embracing her, "It's nice to meet you sweetie. And who are you?"

Logan looked like he was caught off guard, but quickly regained composure, "Logan Philip Mitchell, ma'am," he said holding out his hand. I shook my head as I watched my mother pull him into a quick embrace.

"It's nice to meet you both," she said before turning to me, "Kendall, honey, I'm going to go talk to Michelle. Do you and your friends care to join me?"

"I know that I'm going to join you, ma," I looked at my two new friends who both shared the same confused look, "Would you guys like to join us in conversing with Michelle?"

They looked at each other before looking at me and nodding hesitantly.

We all made our way upstairs before and entered my mother's room just in time to see her unwrapping a bong from the paper constraining it, "New bong, ma?"

"Yeah, I stopped by that head shop you told me about and I couldn't resist it," she said with a proud smile, "and I refused to smoke out of it without you."

"How considerate of you," I laughed out before laying on her bed and sitting up on my elbows to look at my two new friends who were standing awkwardly in the doorway, "if you guys don't want to smoke no one is forcing you, but don't just stand there have a seat!"

They both walked forward and sat on the bed with me as my mother began to put the new bong together. "What are you guys smoking," Logan asked with a raised eyebrow before my mother and I burst out in laughter, "What? What's so funny?"

"Oh, sweetie," my mother said with a smile on her face, "you really are as innocent as you look."

"Come on, ma, give him a break," I sadi wiping a fake tear from my eye before turning to look at him, "We will be smoking some of the best marijuana product this town has ever seen, do you partake?"

Logan looked at me with a shocked expression on his face, "I've never done it before, is it scary?"

This question insued another laughing fit from my mother and I, when I calmed down I put a hand on his back, "Not in the least, it's probably the most relaxing thing I can think of."

He looked hesitant looking over to Jo to see what her response would be. She sat there for a moment with a thoughtful look on her face before nodding her head, "I've always wanted to try it, so why not?"

"Atta girl," I said before pounding her fist with mine and reaching under the bed grabbing my mother's little wooden box. I opened it and took a whiff before handing it to my mother who quickly loaded a bowl. She sparked it up and inhaled twisting the bowl slightly before pulling it out and taking in a sharp breath clearing it with ease.

She passed it to me along with a lighter before blowing out the smoke, almost filling the room, "Have you named her yet, ma?"

"I figured we'd name her together, my love," she chimed as I took a large hit before passing it along to Jo. I let out the smoke and opened my mouth to instruct her but was silenced my her raised hand. She put her mouth on it and sparked the bowl, letting the smoke build in the chamber before removing it and inhaling deeply.

"Holy shit," she said before going on a coughing fit. She passed me the bong along with the lighter and I looked to Logan with a raised eyebrow.

He took a deep breath before taking the glass from me and reaching for the lighter. He put his mouth on the opening before sparking the lighter, then stopped, looking up at Jo who had just finished coughing, "How do you feel?"

She smiled before waving her hand, "I don't know, but what I do know is that I want another."

I smiled at her before looking to Logan, "Don't feel pressured to do it, no one is forcing you."

"Yes, hunny," my mother said looking at him with a smile, "no pressure, but I promise you I've been doing this most of my life and no reprocussions so far."

I nudged him, then leant in close to whisper, "Don't do it if you don't want to. No one is pressuring you."

"I'm pressuring him," Jo chimed, "come on fucker, do it."

"Must you always speak to me in such a harsh tone," he scolded looking down at the lighter, "I need help doing this."

A smile spread across my face as I shifted closer to him and put my arm around his shoulders, "Really?"

"Might as well, right?"

"Right," I said with a nod, "now you work the lighter, I'll help you with the rest." He sparked the lighter and put his mouth to the opening, "Alright, now put the flame to the bowl and inhale deep."

He did as I said and the smoke began to fill the glass, the swirling white quickly filled it and soon had the complexity of milk, "Now pull off and let out your breath."

He did as I instructed letting out a small cough at the end of his breath, "Jesus." I laughed at him as he put his mouth back to the opening of the bong giving me a thumbs up. I pulled the bowl from the slider and he sucked up the smoke, a natural.

"Fuck," I said as his face went from pale to red in a matter of second, "hun, you can let it out."

He coughed until I had gotten the bong back, my mom had turned on her iPod dock and Frank Sintra soon filled the room just as the smoke did, "Frank Sinatra?"

"Of course," I chuckled out as I continued to sing the words, "Some little, small cafe. The songs I know only the lonely know it's melody. Because the love that used to be the dreams I dream only the lonely dream, of lips as warm as May."

"You like Frank Sinatra," he asked with a smile on his on his lips.

"He was his father's favorite," my mother said as she closed her eyes swaying back and forth, "the man only listened to him 24/7, he and Kendall would just sit at the table and sing I've Got the World on a String until I had to leave the room."

I hit the bong again and turned to Logan before letting the smoke blow from my lips to his face, he laughed and poked me in the side, "Why are you so adorable?"

"God," he said with a blush, "and my parents genes probably had something to do with it as well."

"Yeah, yeah," I drawled nudging him with my shoulder, "hey ma, we're going to go down to my room, alright?"

"Of course, hunny," she smilled reaching into her bedside table and pulling out my little black wooden box, "I found this packed away with my stuff, put it in your room somewhere."

"Whatever you say madam," I looked to my friends who were high for their first time and smiled, "come on guys, let's venture downstairs shall we?" They both got off the bed slowly and hugged my mother, which made me smile wide. After bidding her goodbye they both walked out the door and down the stairs.

I turned to follow them but was stopped by my mother's voice, "I like them. They seem good for you."

I turned to look at her, "Yeah, they're wonderful souls, they seem to like you as well."

"Logan's a handsome guy," she said with a sly smile.

"Don't even start, I'm going downstairs to entertain my guests. Love you, ma."

"I love you as well," she said before turning up her music and losing herself in the words. I left her room and started to go downstairs, Maybe they are what I need.

Logan's POV:

"Loges, you can't keep turning a blind eye to how you feel," Jo screeched at me, "he's absolutely perfect. Pefect, and you are going to let that slip away because 'God' wouldn't like it? That's such crap!"

I sighed, this topic was really beginning to get on my nerves, "First of all keep your voice down. Second of all, yes he's perfect. I know it, but I can't... my parents, my family. God is no longer a factor, I couldn't do that to them."

"Logan, how long have I known you? Twelve, Thirteen years," she questioned.

"Fourteen to be exact."

"Your mom, and your dad would support you in every way they could, they would gladly give up the rest of your family for your happiness," she exclaimed throwing her hands up in the air.

"I can't do that to my mother, taking her whole family away from her just so I can be happy? That seems so selfish, I can't even admit to myself that I'm..." I stopped, I'd never said the word before, its as if it's stuck in my throat, "you know what I'm saying." Just then the door opened to Kendall's room and footsteps descended the stairs, "Drop the topic, we'll talk later."

"And ask for forgiveness, we'll make a pact to never speak that word again," I could hear Kendall singing from the stairway, "Oh yes you are my friend."

"We will be talking later," Jo said in a hushed tone before looking up at Kendall with a smile, "awesome room Ken."

"Thank you, I'm still not completely done unpacking," he said smiling setting down a few glasses and a gallon of chocolate milk, I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow making him chuckle, "best drink ever when you're high, promise."

He walked over to his bed and plugged in a cord that made the room light up with christmas lights, "I like these lights better."

"They give your room a sort of," I began as he walked to the light switch on the wall and clicked it off, "grace."

"Yeah, cause I'm all about the grace," he scoffed taking a seat next to me on his floral print couch, he looked to Jo who was sitting on a large chair that had the same print as the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table between, "what would you like to watch on Netflix, my lady?"

"Something funny, yet cute," she said as he draped his arm over the back of the chair behind me, I adjusted to sitting criss cross making it so my knee was resting on his thigh, "got anything like that?"

"Netflix has everything, my dear," Kendall announced turning on his television as well as his xbox and starting up the program, "does a movie with Jennifer Aniston and Jason Bateman sound good to you?"

It took me a second to realize he was addressing me with that question, God those eyes, "What? Oh, yeah that sounds perfect." I leant forward to pour myself a glass of chocolate milk, but he jolted upright and beat me to it, filling the cup near the brim before handing it to me with a smile, "Thank you."

"Not a problem," he chimed placing his arm back on the back of the couch.

We began to watch the movie and progressively throughout we would touch occasionally, either when I was leaning in on myself while laughing my heart out at the comedy or his occasional brush of the fingers against my arm. It felt so comfortable, so... right. We had gotten to the point in the movie when Jason figured out he was the father when the door to Kendall's room opened.

"Hey, what do you children want for dinner," Mama Knight called from the top of the stairs. We looked between each other without a word.

"Pizza," we all said in unison before bursting into a chorus of laughter.

"Sounds perfect, it'll be done in about an hour," she chimed before shutting the door.

"You guys will love this, ma was born and raised in Chicago," Kendall said with a smile before turning to look at me, "she knows how to toss a pie with the best of them."

"You love her a lot don't you," I asked with a smile.

"Well of course I do, she's my ma. No one else means more to me," he said with a blush. I chuckled at this, Why are you so perfect?

"Awe, well isn't that the cutest thing ever," Jo chirped from her chair, "Ken, hunny, do you think I could bother you for a cigarette?"

I quirked my eyebrow at her question, "You don't smoke."

"I just want to try it," she defended leaning forward with her signature 'give me what I want' face, "please, Ken? Please?"

He opened his pack and handed her a cigarette, "How could I say no to that face?" He pulled out his own and lit it, taking a deep drag and letting it roll out of my mouth and up into his nose.

"Light it for me," she asked with that same look on her face. Kendall reached over with a lighter and sparked the end of her cigarette, she in turn sucked in a rather large amount of air through the stick before coughing and letting it out.

"Not as enjoyable as Michelle," he asked with a smile towards her while his arms slightly tightened around me as he reached forward to ash his cigarette in his mushroom cap shaped ash tray.

"Not even close," she chirped as she took another drag, "but not entirely unenjoyable I must say." We went back to watching the movie, well they went back to watching the movie I couldn't stop my mind from wandering. From the light squeeze I would feel on my arm whenever Kendall would tighten his grip on my while laughing, to the light brush of our legs as we slid closer and closer to each other on the couch. I couldn't help but feel... whole. Stop Logan, you can't think like that. He's just a boy, he isn't worth it, you just met him!

"Lo," I heard as I stepped out of my mind and into reality to see Kendall looking in my direction, "Lo, the pizza's done. We're going to go up into his mom's room and watch a movie while we eat."

"So-sorry, I was lost in my head," I said as a blush crept up my neck and into my pale cheeks. Kendall turned so he was sitting cross legged next to me, looking straight into my eyes, Have his eyes always been so green?

He took a drag from his cigarette before speaking, "Wanna talk about it?"

"No," I said much to hastily, "no, it's fine."

"Come on, I'm a great listener."

"I'm fine, I promise."

"Please," Kendall asked softly looking from my eyes to my soul.

"Fine, we'll talk later. I promise," I gave in, there was just something about his eyes that I couldn't say no to, irritating but not so much so that I'd rather him not look into my eyes like that, "so, dinner's ready?"

A smile spread across his face and he jumped from his couch, "This will be the best pizza you've ever had." He held out his hand to help me up and I took it with a smile, our hands staying linked until we made it upstairs to the kitchen.

"It looks like an actual pie," Jo said with a quirk of her eyebrows as she took the plate that Kendall was holding out to her, "why does it look like an actual pie?"

"It's my ma's specialty," Kendall spoke from behind the fridge door emerging with a jug of orange juice, "its like a two layered deep-dish pizza. It'll be terrific, trust me."

After serving us each up an enormous piece of some of the most delicious looking pizza I've ever seen Kendall took three glasses from the cabinet before guiding us upstairs. We entered Mama Knight's room and each took a seat on her overly large bed for a woman her size. She smiled at us before pressing play on the remote sitting on her bedside table and grabbing the glass bong that looked much more appealing this time around. I looked to Jo only to see her taking her first bite of the pizza.

"Holy shit," she gasped followed by a noise that resembled nothing but pleasure, "I think I just had an orgasm in my mouth."

This made Mama Knight start laughing, a conversation between the two ladies insued. But I stopped paying attention as soon as I felt eyes on me, I looked to my left, brown meeting green as our Kendall's eyes locked on mine. He put his lips to the opening of the bong and sparked the bowl, never breaking eye contact. How was he doing this to me? Breaking through my resolve, like it wasn't even there to begin with, all it took was one smile, one second of eye contact and I was his... and I feel that I should be worried, but... I don't care.

"Isn't that right, Lo," was the question that brought me out of my daydream, the one I'd been trying to silence the last two days.

"What," I asked as I looked to Kendall who was handing the bong to me, "I'm sorry, I was kinda not here just then."

"Aren't we doing something awesome this weekend," he asked me with a smile, "I'm not sure what yet, but don't make plans... at all."

"Are you still insisting that I don't drive to school on Friday," I asked as I took the bong from his grasp and ripped it.

"Yes."

"I'm still thinking about it, Knight," I said with a smile as I passed the glass to Jo, "you'll just have to wait and see I suppose."

He looked at me with a crooked smile, which made me blush and look away, "You're all mine this weekend, Logan Philip Mitchell."

I could feel Kendall watching me intently as I put on my coat, his gaze making it hard for me to concentrate, "I'll be taking you home, then?"

"If that isn't too much to ask," I said after slipping my last shoe on, "if you don't want to I can have my mom come get me."

"I'm already taking Jo home, so it would just be smarter if I took you home too."

"Guys," Jo yelled from outside, "hurry it up in there I'm freezing out here!"

"Come on," I said grabbing his hand leading him through the door towards his car.

"Jo," he yelled making her stop as she was about to open the passenger door, "Logan gets shot gun this time."

"How is that fair," she asked with a pout on her lips.

"Well you got it on the way here from school, so it's only fair."

"Fine," she scoffed going to the rear passenger door an opening it, "but you have to give me a cigarette."

"Deal," he said getting out his pack as he got into the driver's side, plugging in his phone he handed her a cigarette and started his car.

We listened to a song that I hadn't heard as we made our way to Jo's house, "What is this?"

"It's called, I'm the Devil," Kendall said as he took a drag from his cigarette and flicked the ashes out of the window, "it's by this group called Clams Casino, they're one of my favorites."

I listened as the soft kick of the bass made the seat under me quiver, swaying my head back an forth to the beat of the song, "I like it."

"Me too," Jo chimed from the back seat.

He laughed at her and turned it up as we pulled onto Jo's street, "Which one is your house, my love?"

"The sixth on on the right with," she said, "with the deep red shutters."

"Here?"

"Yeah, right here."

He pulled into Jo's driveway and parked the car getting out to open her door for her, she got out an hugged him before they exchanged a few words and turned to me before going on. I wonder what they're talking about, I thought to myself as I watched them exchange another hug before Jo walked up to her door.

"I think you're going to make all my friends love you more than they love me," I said with a smile as Kendall got back in the car.

"What can I say," he chirped, "I'm quite the charmer."

I chuckled and nudged him with my shoulder, we began our drive to my house silently the music being the only audible words in the car. I directed him as we turned into my neighborhood,telling him to take a left and then a right until we were parked in front of my house.

"Thank you for the ride," I said while getting out of the car, stopping to watch him get out as well, "and for spending the day with me."

"Don't thank me for that," he said as he leant against the side of his car next me, "I hope I get to spend a lot of my days with you."

I smiled at this, call me strange, but knowing that Kendall wanted to spend more time with me made my stomach flip, "Really?"

"Of course!"

I blushed before holding out my hand to him, which he looked at with a confused expression before stepping past it and wrapping his arms around my lower back pulling me into a hug. I was shocked for a moment, being completely enveloped by his essence. He smelled like drugs and incense, and his embrace was warm... so warm. I creeped my arms up around his neck and pulled him close and I nuzzled my face into the groove of his neck. He tightened his grip on me before lifting off the ground slightly as his nose pressed into my shoulder. Why, why is this happening to me?

"I'll see you at school tomorrow, Lo," he mumbled into my neck as he touched my feet to the ground and released his grip on me.

I smiled up at him before turning to walk to my door. Before I reached it though I turned and yelled to him, "Be here at 7:30 on Friday, Knight."

Just then he did what I can only describe as a dance of joy before waving to me and getting in his car, I laughed and shook me head at him, God he's going to be the end of me I swear it. I turned back towards my house and ascended the three steps to my door before entering and taking of my shoes.

"Logie," I heard from the living room, "Logan, is that you?"

"Yeah mom," I yelled before entering the living room to the sight of my parents cuddling on the couch, "jeez, could you guys please not do that?"

"Oh hush," said my dad as he adjusted the blanket over them, "did you have fun today at school?"

"Eh, school was interesting," I said with a smile, "there's this new guy who I had to escort to all of his classes, Jo and I introduced him to the gang and they all loved him."

My parents spared each other a glance before my mom spoke up, "Is that who's house you went to after school?"

"Yes."

"How was that, did you meet his parents," asked my dad.

"It was awesome, he's so wonderful it's hard to describe, he's so different from everyone else in this weird town," I said with another smile playing at the corners of my lips, "and his mom is the sweetest lady, but his dad died a few years ago."

"Oh, that poor boy," he said with a frown on his face.

"No, no. He's fine, his dad was really important to him, but he chooses to look at the good in his life rather than the fact that he's gone. It's really pretty incredible," I said before walking into the kitchen and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, "I'm gonna go upstairs and do a little homework. I love you guys, see you in the morning."

"Goodnight sweetie," my mom chimed before snuggling into my dad's side.

I entered my room and walked over to my bed before stripping and looking at myself in the mirror. Why would he even take a second glance at me, I thought as I ran a hand through my deep brown hair, I'm nothing special I'm sure he could do better.I examined my body as I thought about the events of the day, I had just broken the law and I don't care. What is this boy doing to me?!

Just then my phone vibrated on my bedside table, I walked over to it before reading the message: Have only the sweetest of dreams, my love. I smiled to myself before I laid down on top of my covers and closed my eyes, I have a feeling my life is about to take a turn for the strange.