Author's Note: Hey guys sorry that it took me so long to get a new chapter put up, but I've recently fallen in love so…. My priorities are all out of whack. But anyways, I hope this was worth the wait. I promise that all further updates will be much more prompt. Enjoy!

Chapter Five: Logan, meet Lucy.

Logan's POV:

The breath left my lips in a harsh moan as I was pushed up against the wall, his teeth grazing along my throat. My fingers tangled into his soft brown locks as I allowed my body to curve into the being before me, his hands coming to rest on my hips before sliding further down to grip at the outside of my thighs lifting me effortlessly into the air. My instincts took over, lacing my legs around his waist as our lips met; there it was again, that explosion of ecstasy that washed over every pore of my anatomy. His hands traveled towards my lower back as he dethatched his lips from mine earning a wine from the back of my throat. This caused him to smile wickedly as he bit down on the sensitive spot just behind my ear, making me throw my head back into the wall.

"Sorry," he breathed out as one of his hands came up to massage the back of my head.

"It's, al-alright," I panted out as his other hand came up to unbutton my shirt, his fingers trembling in anticipation.

He managed to get through three buttons before it became too much for him as he ripped the article of clothing from my body, his finger tips coming back to dance along my skin. Then he pulled back to look at me, his bottle green eyes looking deep into the bowels of my psyche, "So beautiful."

At his words I began to pull at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up until it was stopped by his arms. I tried once again to pull it upward, but failing caused me to whimper slightly.

"Sorry," he softly chuckled out before lifting his arms up above his head allowing me to pull the cloth from his body, tossing it aimlessly into the depths of the room. I linked my arms around his neck and pulled his lips to mine, eliciting a small moan from his throat.

His fingers began to work open the belt around my waist, finally after some time he unhooked it and threw it God knows where. His hands came back to grip at my thighs as I felt myself being spun from the wall, flying through the air for a brief moment before making contact with the bed. I hurriedly propped myself up on my elbows as I watched him remove his pants before slowly crawling towards me. His hands gripped at the bottom of my pant legs before he harshly ripped them from my body.

"Come here," he growled out as his hands gripped at my hips pulling me underneath him. He placed a kiss upon my lips before he began to descend his lips nipping and kissing their way toward my navel. He looked up at me, eyes pleading with me to let him continue. I bit my lip before nodding my head, the smile on his face being too much for me to handle as he slowly slipped the last remaining piece of fabric on my body down my thighs. He pulled the boxers off my feet and peppered kisses up my leg before biting down gently on my hips bringing a gasp from my lungs.

"Fuck, Kendall," I moaned out as his hands gripped at my waist and held me against the bed.

"Look at me," Kendall said, and when I did I saw something in those deep green eyes that I couldn't even put into words. Adoration? No that wasn't it, this was something on a completely different level than adoration. He smiled at my thoughtful expression before kissing where he had bitten me, slowly moving farther down until he…

"Lo," I heard being yelled from my unconscious state, "Logan, I made breakfast, hurry up and come eat!"

I shot up in Kendall's uncle's bed and took a swift glance around the room; the sun was beaming through the window above the head of the bed giving the room a warm homey feeling. I could smell bacon, and… cinnamon? I slid out from under the covers and slowly made my way to the restroom connected to the room, not wanting to look at the mess that I could evidently feel all over myself turning on the light I examined my state in the full wall mirror. That felt too real, I thought to myself as I looked at my sweat drenched clothing, it felt like he was actually touching me, I-I could feel his breath… all those places he bit me. It was true; I felt sore where his hands gripped at my hips, it stung in the places his teeth had latch onto my skin, where I had hit my head against the wall throbbed maliciously.

"What is this boy doing to me," I whispered to myself as I peeled the ruined clothes from my skin and made my way to the shower. After lying on floor under the cool water for a few minutes I adjusted the temperature and went through the routine of washing myself off. I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my waist before walking out into Kendall's uncle's room stopping dead in my tracks at the sight of a stripping Kendall.

"Um, K-Ken," I stuttered out, my eyes unable to look away from the slender, yet surprisingly up kept figure in front of me.

He turned around and went wide eyed, his eyes traveling from my head to my toes and back up again before he spoke, "Shit, Logan. I'm so, so sorry. Here let me just…"

"Kendall," I somewhat yelled, making the boy stop in his frantic tracks, "it's fine, don't worry about it."

He let out a sigh before smiling at me, "I'm gonna go change in the bathroom, breakfast is on the counter in the kitchen," and before I could say anything he scurried into the bathroom and shut the door.

I chuckled slightly as I made my way to my bags and picked out a simple outfit. Tight Khakis, a navy blue cardigan, and a light blue button up. I slipped the clothes on quickly before making my way out to the kitchen and making a plate of food. Upon entering the living room I noticed Kendall sitting on the couch flipping through the different categories on Netflix smoking a cigarette as he usually did after eating something. I could smell the tobacco from where I stood in the entrance to the hallway; I smiled finding it strange that before Kendall I had never enjoyed the smell of cigarettes… Now, I couldn't get enough. "Can we watch South Park," I asked as I made my way over to the couch.

He looked over at me with a smile on his face then gave me a subtle nod as I took a seat next to him, "You're just so wonderful." I could feel heat rising to my cheeks upon hearing him say this, trying to hide it by stuffing my face as fast as I could manage.

"You're delusional," I stated with a mouth full of bacon as the South Park intro began to play on the large screen.

"I wish you would just accept it when I said sweet things about you," Kendall whined scooting a little closer to me, our legs now touching, "but, whatever. Are you ready for an awesome day?"

I looked at him with a crooked smile, "Beyond ready."

"What do you want to do," he asked.

I looked at him with a confused expression, "Wait, I thought that you had today all planned out?"

"No, I have all night planned out," he stated matter-of-factly, "but it's like eleven o'clock, so what do YOU want to do?"

I took the last bite of scrambled eggs while I thought of all the possibilities, "I would really like to go to a museum while I'm here…"

"Ask and you shall receive," Kendall chimed as he pulled out Ricky and loaded him, "but we must smoke before we go."

"Agreed."

Kendall's POV:

I watched with a smile as the boy next to me insisted the splattering of paint that hung on the wall before us had some deeper meaning. This was the fourth museum that we had been to and the day had only just started, but I knew when giving him power over our activities for the afternoon that he'd want us to do something like this, it was just so… Logan. I wasn't exactly processing his words; I was honestly watching the curvature and movement of his lips as he formed them... Those lips. I was developing a sort of obsession with them, only in the sense that I thought about them a large portion of every day.

I was drawn out of a daydream by a tap on my shoulder, "Kendall? Ken? Are you okay?"

I chuckled before shaking my head, "I'm fine, just lost in the deep emotional abundance that is this painting."

"If this is boring you, we can do something else…" he spoke with a slight frown.

I looked at him with a confused expression, Bored, I thought to myself, how could I be bored?

I smiled as I draped my arm around his shoulder, guiding him on towards the stairs that led to the abstract sculptures. Logan was still looking at me with questioning eyes as I wove us through some families to my favorite sculpture in the museum I'd come to weekly as a child. We stood before the sculpture and I crooked a smile, I knew what this molding of iron before us stood for, I knew it like the back of my hand.

"Love," he said with a smile, he slid from my embrace to examine the tall swooping metal catastrophe being displayed as art, "I can't see anything else but that."

"That's what my pop used to say," I spoke with a sigh.

Logan looked back at me with a concerned expression getting ready to apologize for bringing up memories of my father, but I put up a hand and smiled. He grinned and stood, "So, is it just me, or does going home and smoking a bowl sound just wonderful?"

I chuckled and ran my fingers through my hair, "You read my mind, sweetheart."

Upon exiting the museum I pulled out my pack of cigarettes as we began down a path that led right to my uncle's apartment complex. I lit one and watched Logan as he examined his surroundings, he turned his head and I caught his attention. He looked at me with those deep brown eyes, and I couldn't help but smile, confusion washed over his features, and I looked forward avoiding his gaze. "What," he asked in a high pitch.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said slightly bumping into him.

"What was that smile for, is there something on my face," he chirped as his hands came up to rub at his cheeks.

"Lo, calm down there isn't anything on your face," I said, looking over at him with a sly smile playing at my lips, "your eyes are just really pretty, is all."

A blush crept across his cheeks, and I took the opportunity and reached in between us lacing our fingers together; this caused Logan to look up at me, our eyes locking. "You really are something else, Knight," he spoke coolly, slightly tightening his grip on my hand.

"Part alien, I'm telling ya."

Logan dug into my pocket pulling out my phone and opening up my music, "What are you in the mood for?"

"XXYYXX," he selected the artist and nudged me to continue, "and, I'm thinking the About You rebirth should suffice." He played it and the music slowly filled the air, I pulled my hand from his and walked a little ahead of him swaying as the music got lower.

"You really like to dance don't you," Logan asked with a smile, but I ignored his question, hopping on a bench and pointing my finger seductively in the air, "you're just so… strange."

Logan's POV:

We were about three bowls and twelve episodes deep in South Park when we heard the door open followed swiftly by a raspy voice, "Kenny! Kenny, are you home?!"

"Harry, is that you," Kendall yelled before jumping from the couch and running to the entrance of the small hallway to the front door. I watched a young man tackle him to the floor, and could immediately tell that this man was Kendall's uncle, the resemblance between him and Mama Knight was unmistakable.

"Come on, Harry" said another man, no less than eight years older than Harry, "Don't suffocate the boy he hasn't even been gone a two weeks."

"Don't tell me to be rational, Tony," Harry scolded kissing Kendall all over his face, "this kid is my soul mate, and not being around him for only a few minutes is simply unbearable."

"Well, if that's how you're going to be can I at least get a hug from my nephew?"

Harry put a thoughtful look on his face before releasing his hold on the boy beneath him and standing, "Only because I need to introduce myself to our guest."

It took me a second to realize that he was talking about me, and another to realize they were all now staring at me. I stood and made my way over to the reuniting family members and held out my hand, "Hello, my name is Logan Mitchell."

He looked at my hand with the same questioning look that Mama Knight had the first time I had offered my hand to her before pulling me into a warm hug, "Hi, Logan Mitchell, my name is Harry and that lovely man over there hugging Kenny is my Tony."

At hearing his name, Tony made his way over to us, holding out his hand, "You're going to need to repeat your name, kid."

"Logan," I chirped nervously as I took his hand and shook it firmly, "Logan Mitchell. You guys have a lovely home."

"Oh, whatever," Harry scoffed, "everything in here is way too new, too… modern."

"Hey now, we agreed that if you got to pick the location, then I got to decorate," Tony argued.

"I know, I know," Harry chuckled out, "I'm sorry, I won't complain anymore."

"Good," Tony chimed before placing a kiss on the top of Harry's head.

"You guys look so," I paused, trying to find the right word to describe what I was witnessing, but I could only come up with one, "happy."

"The happiest couple in Chicago," Kendall said as he carried his uncle's bags back to their room, "I was hoping to see you before I left on Monday."

"Well here we are, my love," Harry sing-songed before holding up a finger, "but only for tonight so let's make it count."

"Of course," Kendall said with a nod, "we should all get fancy and go out to dinner."

"That sounds like an excellent plan," Tony said before pulling Harry down the hall, "Let's leave in about two hours, Kendall you know where to call."

"YES SIR," Kendall yelled before grabbing my arm and pulling me back to the couch where we continued to smoke until we had to get ready.

I couldn't help but think that I was fighting a losing battle. This boy had me, and it didn't take any amount of time at all, but I was his. We drove slowly through the streets of Boystown, Chicago; rainbow colored flags lined the road as we made our way to Giordano's Pizza (apparently it was the best pizza ever, or something along those lines.) Tony and Harry were snuggled up in the back seat, while Kendall and I sat in the front, Kendall's hand gripping at my inner thigh as he sang along with Frank Sinatra.

"Why do you have to be so damn perfect," I said in a soft whisper, praying that no one had heard it. But it was absolutely frustrating, there has to be something wrong with him! But then again, would it really matter if anything was wrong with him?

Kendall quirked an eyebrow before turning his head to look at me, "I can feel you staring, stop it."

I felt heat rise in my cheeks and I turned away looking out the window at the passing culture, wishing with everything I had that I was as proud as the people around here were. That I wasn't afraid of the consequences of being who I really want to be, that I could put my happiness before my mother's for once and do something that would make me happy… but alas, I couldn't.

"I hope you're ready for later tonight," Kendall spoke into my ear as he stopped to let a pedestrian cross, "Tony said he brought something special back from California."

I giggled slightly at the feeling of his breath against my neck before placing my hand over his on my leg, "By something special, I'm sure you mean drugs of some kind."

"I promise you'll enjoy yourself," he chimed before making a left and parking in a small parking lot in between two buildings.

"I trust you," I said with a reassuring smile as he got out of the car and ran around to open my door, "just as long as it isn't anything to outrageous."

"Is heroine considered outrageous?"

"We are NOT doing heroine," I said sternly looking at him with a scowl on my face.

"I was totally kidding, by the way," Kendall defended draping his arm over my shoulder as we walked down the street.

"Then what is it?"

"Tony won't tell me, and he told Harry not to say anything either," he said with a groan, "something about me being too excited to enjoy dinner, but now I'm just way to damn curious!"

"Just be patient, Ken," Tony spoke from behind us.

"Yeah Kenny," said Harry, "it's worth it I promise."

"Whatever you guys say," Kendall yelled while he held the door to Giordano's open for me and his uncle's, he then walked up to the hostess, "reservation for Knight."

The hostess then led us to a booth in the far back corner Kendall and I taking one side while Harry and Tony sat in the other, "Can I start you boys off with a few drinks?"

Before I could speak Kendall jumped the gun, "We'll all be having your famous Cherry Limeade today, ma'am."

I looked at him with a scowl on my face causing him to snicker, "You know I can order for myself. You don't have to do it all the time."

"I'm sorry," he sighed out, "Last time, I promise."

"Somehow I don't believe you," I stated matter-of-factly before focusing my attention on the menu, feeling him slide closer to me his arm sliding over my shoulders.

"I swear," he rasped out into my ear, causing goose bumps to run down my arms.

I turned my head, our noses dangerously close to touching and smiled slyly, "I bet you can't go the rest of the trip without ordering for me."

"I accept that challenge, my love," he said firmly before bumping our foreheads together softly, I smiled before looking over at Harry and Tony who both wore sly smiles; knowing smiles.

The waitress chose then to show up with the drinks, she was a petite young woman, maybe fresh into college. She wore her long curly brown hair down and her glasses sat low on her nose, "Harry, Tony, Kendall, I haven't seen you guys here the past two Tuesdays, what's that all about?"

"We're sorry Meredith," Harry whined before looking back over at Kendall and I who were now more spaced out, "Kendall's mother made him move to lousy Minnesota."

I laughed at the pout that formed on the older man's lips, as Meredith looked to Kendall with questioning eyes, "Did you at least put up a fight?"

"Not even a little bit," Kendall said as he took a gulp from his Cherry Limeade, "she needed to go, and she needed me to go with her, so I put up no fight."

Meredith smiled, "Kendall you're just the sweetest guy ever, if you was straight I would snap you up in a heartbeat." She then looked at me with a smile of a devious nature, not until then did I notice hand gripping softly at my thigh as it usually did, "But it seems to me like this cutie has got you pretty good already, huh Kendoll?"

Kendall chuckled softly, making his hold on my leg slightly tighter, "You could say that."

Wait a second, I thought to myself as I processed what Kendall had just said, is he really interested in me, and were the guys right about his feelings towards me. I mean he did just agree that I've 'got him pretty good' but what does that mean.

"Lo," I heard as more pressure went to my thigh, "are you okay?"

"Wh-what," I said looking around noticing that Meredith was gone and there was now a large bowl of salad and several plates sitting in front of us, "sorry, I just kind of spaced out there for a minute. What kind of pizza did you guys get?"

"Bacon and banana pepper," Kendall and Harry said in unison, I looked in Tony's direction as he smiled and shook his head at the pair.

"Kendall," Tony said with a sly smile on his face, "would you like to go outside with me and smoke a cigarette?"

Kendall quirked one eyebrow as he looked between Harry and me, hesitantly.

"Kendall, I'm not gonna scare him away," Harry whined bouncing in his seat slightly, "jeez, just go outside with Tony, he has to discuss tonight's plans with you."

"I'll be right back," Kendall said into my ear before sliding from the booth, "don't believe anything he has to say, his main goal in life is to embarrass me."

"Go the fuck outside, Kendall," Harry yelled before turning to me with a smile, "so, Logan, what do you think of my nephew?"

I looked him in the eyes and felt instantly more calm, much like with Mama Knight, "He's like nothing I've ever encountered before, but only in the best of ways."

"He really is something else, I'd have to admit," Harry said eyes drifting towards the door where the other two had exited moment before, "he means everything to me, like the little brother I never got to have."

"I've got a little brother, and let me tell you," I paused taking a slow swig of my limeade, "it's not always the greatest thing I the world."

"I wouldn't doubt that," Harry said with a smile, "Are you gay, Logan?"

My breath caught in my chest and my eyes went wide at the suddenness of his question, I didn't know what to say, "I-I… No, I mean… yes… I mean," I took a breath and my head fell in my hands, "it's just so complicated."

"Try me," he said casually as he leant forward and put his hand on my arm in a comforting way, "I've been told I'm a great listener."

"It's just; I've accepted it… that I'm gay, and my friends all know. It's just," I paused not really wanting to continue as I looked up into Harry's eyes, deep and brown, just like Kendall's mother's, "if I were to come out and accept myself fully it would destroy my mother."

"I'm sure that your mother will understand," Harry interrupted, "you'd be surprised at what a mother will do for her child."

"No, no," I said shaking my head with a slight smile, "my mom would be completely supportive of me to the high extent; same with my father… it's my mother's family that I'm worried about. They would disown me, write me of in a second, and my mother would do the same to them… but I know that it would hurt her inside, and that would be my fault – I couldn't hurt her like that."

I finally took my eyes away from his, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from falling. "Logan, just answer one thing for me, alright?" I looked up at him with running eyes, nodding hesitantly at his question.

"Do you want to live a life of lies, or do you want to be happy?"

It hit me like a ton of bricks… no, like a few hundred tons of bricks. I want to be happy, and my mom wants me to be happy. So, what's holding me from that, because in the end would it really matter what other's thought? I'd have the people who really cared by my side.

"Thank you," I whispered through a smile, "I can't even begin to describe what you just did for me."

"Come here, darling," he said opening up his arms, I leant forward and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him tight against me, "you know you're lucky, kid."

"How so," I asked confused as we separated and took simultaneous drinks.

"You've made the decision to be with a guy, and you already have a great one pining over you," he said with a raspy chuckle.

"Do you mean Kendall," I asked shyly, a slight blush dusting across my cheeks.

"No I mean some other random guy," Harry said with a roll of his eyes, "of course I mean Kendall."

"Do you really think he likes me," I asked my small amount of self confidence evident in the slumping of my shoulders, "how could someone so beautiful want to be with someone like me?"

"I've never seen him look at someone the way he looks at you," Harry spoke softly, "he looks at you, like he's trying harder than he's ever had to get in your head; like he's trying to see into your soul."

"I do catch him watching me sometimes," I said in a low voice thinking about all the times I could feel eyes burning into me from across the room, and whenever I would catch him he wouldn't look away; he only looked harder when he gained entrance to my eyes.

Just then we heard a yell from outside followed by Tony walking into the restaurant with Kendall clinging to his back kissing the top of his head. It was quite a sight, a nice way to decrease the seriousness of the past conversation. When the pair made it to the table Kendall got off Tony's back and sat next to me smiling wide. Before I could ask all the commotion was about Meredith brought the pizzas to the table and everyone began to eat, snickering slightly at my confused expression.

Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?

After eating what had to be the best pizza I had ever had, I followed behind the trio of Knight's to the car. They would randomly laugh and then look back at me, and I would shoot them a glare causing them all to look forward and continue to laugh. I was getting really irritated, what could they possibly have planned that's so funny?

"Guys, come on," I whined as I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my coat, "this isn't funny; I want to be let in on the plans."

"We'll talk when we get home," Kendall yelled back at me as he got into the front seat of his car.

I picked up my pace to a slight jog to catch up with them, entering the car and shutting the door a little harder than necessary and pouting, "I feel so out of the loop."

"I just want to propose the idea of what we're doing tonight in a more comfortable place," Kendall cooed placing his hand on my knee and squeezing t slightly, "does that make you feel any better?"

"Not in the slightest," I snarled, trying with all of my will power not to place hand on his.

"Whatever, you'll be glad I waited," Kendall said turning up the music letting the soft beats of Clams Casino fill the night air as we drove back to the apartment. Upon arriving at the house Harry and Tony bolted to the guest room screaming for Kendall to inform Logan of the plan, and begin rolling them up. "Are you ready to be let in on tonight's plans?"

I looked at him with a nervous smile playing at my lips, "Ready as I've ever been."

"Tony brought back a vile from California, near pure, and there's enough for each of us to have three big hits," he explained looking into my eyes as he bounced up and down excitedly.

"I feel so lame for not knowing what any of that means," I said looking down at my feet.

"Acid, my dear, we're going to do lots and lots of acid."

"Isn't that a hallucinogen," I asked nervously, "and doesn't it erode your spine, and cause liver damage, and-"

"Lo," Kendall said placing his hand over my mouth and resting our foreheads together, "I've been doing acid for a long time, and I'm completely fine. You doing it a few times isn't going to kill you. But I am also not going to pressure you into doing it, but just know that I'm here and I'd never let anything bad happen to you."

I looked up into his eyes and knew for a fact that he was telling the truth, had his hand not still been over my mouth I'd have kissed him right then. I pulled his hand away giving him the opportunity to lace his fingers against the back of my neck, "Do you promise I'll have fun?"

He looked at me with those bottle green eyes and I knew then and there that he did, he didn't even have to speak the words.

"Let's do it," I said standing and walking into his uncle's bedroom changing into clothes that Kendall picked out already for the occasion. I then entered the living room where Kendall was rolling weed into little pieces of paper and stuffing them in his nearly empty pack of cigarettes. Harry and Tony were sitting on the chair; Harry sat between Tony's legs on the foot rest holding a little glass vile with an eyedropper and nearly full of a clear substance. This was the acid I was sure.

"Lo," Kendall said slipping on his coat and filling it with his necessities, two packs of cigarettes, two lighters, his phone, his wallet, and eye drops, "are you ready?"

I sat next to Harry on the chair and nodded firmly, "There's a first time for everything right?"

"Atta boy," Harry said scooting over and taking the eye dropper out of the vile, "Say 'ahhhhhh'."

I did as I was told, and watched as Kendall watched Harry carefully, not wanting me to do too much I would presume. "Logan," I heard Tony say before a small drop of bitter liquid hit my tongue, "meet Lucy."