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CHAPTER FOUR

Logan woke up the following morning with a pounding headache and a sharp pain in his legs. He looked across the room at Kendall's empty bed. What if it hadn't been a dream? What if...just what if it really had happened? What if Kendall was now in another bedroom, in another bed, holding onto Jo?

Today's gonna be the day, he thought to himself. I start getting over him today.

He didn't even want to get up. It seemed like the thoughts were constantly there, from the time he woke up until the time he went to sleep, and today was no different. The dream was still on his mind, but so was his reality. Another day, he thought. Another day of dealing with Kendall...all day long.

But hey, maybe Logan was on to something. Being around Kendall usually made him love Kendall, but with all of the stress that had been piling up in him lately, Kendall's presence had a way of shaking him up and making him feel uncomfortable. So maybe if he lived a little longer with the sturm and drang, he could be classically conditioned to loathe Kendall's presence...thus not loving Kendall anymore! It had worked for Pavlov's dog, so it just had to work for him!

"Yeah...right," he said morosely, knowing it would never be so easy. He turned to the clock and saw "10:22" flashing in his face. He promptly freaked out. The band was supposed to be in the studio for 10:30, and there was absolutely no way he would make it in time! The terrible thought that they had all left without him crept into his mind. "Assholes," he thought aloud. They all knew how tyrannically nuts Gustavo could get over the smallest things, and being late was definitely one of the bigger "smallest" things that could happen.

After quickly putting on some clothes and taking care of his morning hygiene, Logan rushed through the living room out the door, completely missing the sight of his three closest friends, and Jo, relaxing on the sofa in front of the television.

"Was that Logan?" asked Carlos not particularly concerned.

"I think so," James answered, equally unfazed. "And he's going to realize we're sitting here in five...four...three...two..."

Logan burst back into the apartment, blood boiling. "What are you guys doing! We have to be in the studio in," he checked his watch, "three minutes and forty-two seconds! Do you realize what Gustavo is going to do to us if we're late?"

"Chill, dude," James said glibly, too busy combing his hair to really care. "We have the day off. Marathon tanning for everyone."

"What?" Logan asked, finally letting himself breathe at a normal pace as he sat next to Carlos on the sofa.

Kendall shook his head. "Gustavo and Kelly had to fly to New York for business, so we have off for two days."

Logan was relieved, but then alarmed. "But what about...we have tons of work to do!"

"Chillax, broseph," Carlos assured him. "We'll catch it all up when they get back."

"I told them to wake you up," Jo butt in, sticking out like a sore thumb because she was usually doing location work in Macedonia or some other random place.

"And I knew that you had a rough time getting to sleep last night, so I figured you could catch some extra Z's," Kendall added.

Logan was surprised. "Uh...thanks. I did need the extra sleep," he said, rubbing his forehead. I had a rough time getting to sleep last night because of you, damn it, Logan wanted to say. Quickly, he pieced together an excuse for his tossing and turning. "I really wasn't feeling well last night," he said, just to throw off any further questions. "I'm fine now, though."

"Awesome," said Kendall. "Well, we're headed out to the beach for some fun and some sun, and you're welcome to join us."

"Oh?" Logan asked, his curiosity piqued. Kendall and Jo rose from their seats. Jo started for the door but waited for Kendall, who disappeared into his and Logan's bedroom. Logan turned to James and Carlos. "You know, I'm not so sure I want to hang out at the beach with you two. You're bound to destroy...I don't know...the ocean?"

"Har har," said James, rolling his eyes. "We're not going. Carlos and I have a top secret mission to carry out."

"Wha-"

"No questions! You're not allowed to ask any questions! And if you do?"

Carlos jumped in over James's shoulder. "We won't answer any."

They both nodded peculiarly.

"Uh...okay?" he said, only half wondering what in the world they were getting themselves into.

Kendall returned with a beach blanket. "All right, you guys ready?" he asked, turning his head from Jo to Logan part way through the question.

"I'm ready when you are," Jo answered, casually reaching for his hand. They both turned to Logan, anticipating a response.

This was it, Logan told himself. This was the time to test his strength. There had to be no room for compromise. Getting over Kendall wouldn't be easy, but it had to start somewhere. And, really, the sooner he got over the guy - who looked amazing at that moment, by the way - the better off everyone would be.

"I think I'm just gonna hang around here," he said slowly, hoping that it sounded convincing. Then a light bulb went off in his head. "I still...I still feel a little under the weather," he said with a feeble little cough.

"Aw, come on, Logan," Kendall pleaded, gently slapping him on the shoulder. "What's a better pick-me-up than some fresh air and some rays? You stay here cooped up in this place, and you'll never feel better."

Damn it, the green eyes were twinkling. Kendall's hand had never left Logan's shoulder after the gentle slap, either. Damn it, he thought. Damn, damn, damn. He had to fight it...he had to hold firm to his plans. But how could he say no? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Jo was there...Kendall had been spending all of his time with her lately, anyway. Maybe he wouldn't be such a doting (amazing) friend if Jo was around.

"Okay," he finally agreed, and he immediately regretted it. "I'll go change into some appropriate beach wear."

Logan hated himself as he searched for some cool-feeling clothes in his closet. He'd just lain in bed dreading spending the day with Kendall (and his eyes, and his smile, and his voice, and his...Kendallness), and he'd been vowing to himself for days to get over Kendall, and he'd just had a chance to make a giant step in doing just that, and he'd just...melted under Kendall's touch.

But maybe it would be different. Jo would be there...and Logan had come to the realization that Jo made things different. Kendall really, really liked her, and it seemed like he liked her more than any other girl he'd ever been with before. Of course, they all had liked Jo at first, but Kendall had been the most ardent in capturing her attention.

Kendall and Jo hadn't been a problem for Logan, at first. He'd gotten used to Kendall getting excited over a girl and letting said girl take over his life, but there was almost always a guarantee right out of the gate that the girl wouldn't last long. Logan knew Kendall, and he knew the type of person Kendall would be most compatible with (himself, of course). Usually within a day of knowing a girl, he could accurately predict how long the fling would last. But then Jo came along. However she'd done it, she'd gotten Kendall under her spell, and after the first five or six months, Logan had started to get worried. This girl was not like the other girls...this girl, for whatever reason, had the power to come between his friendship with Kendall, and he didn't like it. And he also wasn't that crazy about her. She always dogged Kendall because she had crazy trust issues, and Logan knew Kendall could do better.

But he tolerated her, though, because it was what Kendall wanted. Yeah, Kendall would often whine and moan about his relationship to Logan, but in the end, he always wanted it to work, and so Logan did as well...or at least, he pretended to. As much as Logan would have liked to believe that his lukewarm feelings toward Jo were purely based on her sometimes poor treatment of Kendall, he knew that a lot of it was good old-fashioned jealousy.

When the guys had first come out to California, Kendall and Logan would spend nearly every waking minute of every single day together. In the studio, lounging around the pool, playing video games, talking in their room, going to the beach, the movies, the park, etc. These were their activities. Logan would accompany Kendall to monster truck shows, and Kendall would accompany Logan to the museum. Their friendship had grown stronger with the move, and Logan couldn't have been happier. It had really given him hope that maybe, just maybe, Kendall would someday realize that they could be great together.

"I swear, Kendall, you really didn't have to come," Logan said for the billionth time. They were already at the museum steps, but he didn't want Kendall to be bored to death all day looking at petrified wood. Not that looking at petrified wood was a boring thing. It was actually amazing. But Logan knew Kendall would probably prefer something more thrilling.

They sat on the steps in front of the museum.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were embarrassed," teased Kendall. He turned up his nose and looked away.

"Yes, Kendall, I'm embarrassed," Logan conceded dryly. "I'm totally embarrassed by you."

"Yeah," said Kendall. Finally, he could be sarcastic without Logan taking him so damn seriously all the time. "It's okay, though. I understand. You don't want some hockey player from Minnesota rubbing elbows with all of your new smart friends."

Logan glowered. "Kendall, I'm a hockey player from Minnesota, too, remember? And, besides, if I were going to be embarrassed by you, it would be over something worse than that. Like the way you ask a million questions."

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do!" Logan insisted. "You do! Okay, how about when we went to the zoo two months ago, and you talked with the guide for twenty minutes about the digestive tract of the Sumatran orangutan?"

"Hey! That guide chick was very hot, and I was trying to get her number."

"Sure," Logan said. Crap...just hearing Kendall talk that way about someone else killed his mood. But he wouldn't let it get him down because he'd spent the whole day with Kendall, and there was still more to do. So what if reality spoiled the dream for a spare moment? That hot guide chick wasn't here with Kendall today...Logan was. That hot guide chick didn't sleep in the same room as Kendall...Logan did. That hot guide chick would probably never see Kendall ever again. But Logan would see him every day for the rest of his life.

"Besides," Kendall said, "I thought you would at least be a little appreciative of the fact that your best friend is making some sort of effort to get into your world."

"I'm appreciative," Logan said, not as playful as he'd been, but shaking off his over-reactive feelings. "I'm very appreciative."

"Then say it."

"Say what?"

"Say 'Thank you, Kendall, for being an incredible best friend. An amazing best friend! An epic best friend!'"

"I am not going to say that," Logan smirked, getting up and starting for the door, expecting Kendall to fall right in line.

"Well, I guess I'm heading back to the Palm Woods, then. I wonder what Guitar Dude is up to..."

Logan turned to see Kendall descending the steps and ran after him. Kendall had him wrapped around his finger, all right. "Thank you, Kendall, for being an incredible, amazing, epic best friend!"

Kendall stopped and looked back at Logan through narrow eyes. "Next time we have a day off, we're going to go see 18 Wheels of Vengeance."

"Ugh, Kendall, you know I hate trucker-slasher movies," Logan sighed.

"Oh? Okay," Kendall said, continuing down the steps. "Have fun playing with your petrified wood."

They both stopped cold in their tracks and burst into laughter. The people around them stared, but the guys didn't care.

"Just for that," Logan said, "I promise to see 18 Wheels of Vengeance with you."

"Good," Kendall said. They both approached the museum entrance. "It takes compromise for a good friendship to work."

"Compromise and inappropriate comments," Logan quipped.

They laughed again. Kendall threw his hand over Logan's shoulder as they walked through the automatic sliding doors.

Ugh, Logan thought as he put on a T-shirt. Stop remembering things.

Jo had come into the picture and changed everything, though. The beach, the park, the amusement park, etc...all of those places had become "Kendall and Jo" places. When 36 Wheels of Vengeance had come out, Kendall had gone to see it with Jo. It was as if he had made a conscious effort to replace Logan with Jo, and it was totally working. Logan always knew that the day would come for Kendall to find a serious girlfriend and put his best friend on the back burner, but he never thought it'd be so soon. In all honesty, it had been the pain of being replaced that lit the fire under Logan to start on this quest to absolve himself of his Kendall love.

But that was the point. If Kendall was replacing Logan with Jo, then Kendall wouldn't place so much attention on him, and it'd allow Logan to move on from his adolescent crush. In a way, Jo was essential. If there was no Jo, then Kendall wouldn't have to divide his time between his girlfriend and best friend, freeing himself up to unknowingly turn Logan on twenty-four-seven. Logan would reach a breaking point, and he'd probably come right out with the truth, which was still a scary, risky thought.

As he straightened himself up, Logan wished he could just get back into bed and forget about life. But then, of course, he'd probably have another X-rated Kendall dream. Ugh. If he changed his mind about going to the beach, Kendall would be upset with him...which would have been good, because maybe Kendall would have gotten so upset that he'd start distancing himself from Logan...erasing years of feelings...right?

Of course not. Kendall would understand, just like he always understood. But Logan cared too much about making Kendall happy, anyway, to ever purposely upset him like that. And so he gave himself one last look over in the mirror and went to join them in the Palm Woods lobby.

The weather was perfect for the beach, but then again, it usually was. It never did rain in southern California, it seemed. Except for Logan, though. Sure, he was surrounded by a bright sun, smiling faces, the laughter of children, and the general carefree nature of summer, but on the inside, his feelings and emotions just poured and poured from his heart, flooding every inch of his body with a surge of stress and depression.

Not surprisingly, Kendall had lead the trio out to his favorite spot on the beach. It was only slightly isolated from most of the other bums, but it was far enough for him to enjoy some of the privacy he could easily get in Minnesota. He'd taken both Logan and Jo, separately, to this spot many times before, and it felt good to be here with them both for a change. They were two of the most important people in his life, so he considered it a blessing to spend a day with them. His favorite friend, his favorite girl, his favorite spot on the beach...nothing could go wrong.

"If I may say so myself," he said, taking in the air as they set down a large blanket and picnic basket, "Gustavo and Kelly could not have picked a better day to go across the country."

"I can't disagree with you there," said Jo. She took off her T-shirt to reveal a slinky bikini top. "Rub me down, Ken," she instructed. The two of them sat on the blanket, and he began to apply sunscreen to her back. She giggled as his hands tickled her shoulder blades. His fingers slipped under the straps of her top, prompting her to give him a warning slap.

"Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying!" he laughed.

"Yeah, well, I sure can kick a guy's ass for trying to get me naked in public!"

Logan tried his hardest not to be a Debbie Downer, but he really wasn't up for watching The Ken & Jo Comedy Show. He'd spent time with the two of them before, and each instance had been awkward as hell. Third wheeling it was never fun, never mind his feelings for Kendall. Quickly, he tried to find a way out. Maybe by the time he'd get back, they'd have cooled their jets and calmed down.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks," he said, motioning to a bar up the beach.

"Oooh, get me a frozen lemon limeade!" Jo exclaimed delightedly. "I've been craving one all week, but I've been doing photo shoot after photo shoot, and they all claim it would stain my teeth."

"Sure," Logan nodded unenthusiastically.

"I'll come with," said Kendall. He pat his hands on the blanket to get the sunscreen off and capped the bottle.

"No, you won't," Jo said. "You're gonna stay right here. I don't need any fans to see you and think they have a chance."

"Wha..?" Kendall asked. "Fans see you all the time, and you can't tell me some of those guys don't try to hit on you!"

"Please. Most of the guys who watch New Town High are definitely not interested in what I've got, if you know what I mean," she said bitchily.

"Well," Kendall said, getting to his feet, "I'm going with Logan."

"Kendall...," she whined. "I want to talk to you. We never have any alone time to talk anymore..."

Suddenly, things got serious and a tad bit awkward. Kendall apologized to Logan with his eyes.

"She's right," Logan said thoughtfully, hoping to quell the unpleasantries. "You two enjoy yourselves. I'll be right back."

Kendall considered it for a second. "Okay. Sure. Get me a-"

"Pink smoothie," Logan said. "I know."

"Yeah," Kendall smiled. "Thanks."

Logan walked off to the bar, leaving the couple unattended on the towel. Let them have their fun, he said to himself. Though he'd gotten away mainly to spare himself the heartache of watching their public displays of affection, he also realized that this would make up a little for the fact that he was out there with them in the first place. Perhaps this "getting over Kendall" thing wouldn't be so hard..

Kendall dragged himself back to the towel and sat down next to his girlfriend. Rarely did she take the initiative to do simple things such as talking. "What do you want to talk about?"

She looked at him with a nervous smile. "Did you really have to ask him to tag along?"

Kendall shrugged his shoulders. "It's not tagging along if I invited him. I just thought it'd be good for him to get out of the house."

"I know, I know," Jo said apologetically. "I'm sorry, and I realize that sounded really bad."

"Then why did you say it?" Kendall asked defensively. Part of it was about defending Logan, but it was also about defending his own decision to invite him along.

"I don't know," she said. "I really didn't mean it, I swear. It's just that he's been acting kind of strange lately, don't you think? Stranger than usual, I mean."

Kendall bit on his lower lip and looked down. He really didn't want to discuss this with Jo, but there seemed to be no way out. Yeah, he'd noticed some strangeness in Logan's behavior. He figured he had a good idea of what was causing it, too, but it wasn't something he felt comfortable talking about with her.

A sort of desperation took over Jo as she looked at him, anticipating some kind of response. It was almost as if she needed to hear him say something or at least see something in his eye to let her know what he thought.

"I've actually been meaning to talk to him about that," Kendall said finally. "I think I know what's going on."

Once again, Jo clung to Kendall's words, but when it was obvious that he wasn't going to elaborate any further, she took it upon herself to ask. "Well? What do you think?"

"I don't know," he said quickly, rising to his feet again. "Let's go dip our toes in the water." He knew he left her hanging, but the subject had to be changed. She didn't need to know about what he thought because it would only make things weird.

Jo was a smart girl, though. Smarter than anyone would ever give her credit for. But she, too, was going to keep her thoughts to herself.

Just as she got up to join Kendall, her phone rang out to let her know she had a new text message. She gave the message a look over and called out to Kendall. "Hey, some of the girls from the show are hanging out on the other end of the beach!"

"You go ahead," he called back. "I don't want Logan to wonder where we went."

"Oh, he'll figure it out!" she said. She'd resigned herself to the fact that Kendall was fiercely protective of his friends, but sometimes it could still annoy her...sometimes it could really bother her. "Come on," she insisted. She picked up the picnic basket and began to roll up the blanket.

Kendall strode back to their spot. "Jo," he said sternly. "I wanted to spend time with my girlfriend today, not all of your friends."

"Yet you brought one of your friends along," she snapped back.

They eyed each other severely.

"If Logan bothers you-," Kendall began.

"God, Kendall, he doesn't bother me," Jo said, trying her best to keep things light. "Fine. If the two of you get bored, you know where to find me."

She carelessly dropped the blanket and basket to the ground and took off walking with her T-shirt under her arm.

"Jo, wait," Kendall called out, but it was too late. Once she had her mind made up, it was made up, and this time she'd decided to be pissed off at her boyfriend. It'd take about a day or two for her to get over it.

With nothing else to do, Kendall took off his shirt, slumped down on the crumpled blanket and gazed into the waters. Part of him was glad she had gone. He needed the time to think. Now that it was clear that Jo could tell something was up with Logan, he knew that it was time for him to say something about it before it got out of hand. He cared about his best friend, he really did, and he wanted him to be happy, but at the same time, it was hard to juggle a serious relationship and a strong friendship. One had to take precedence over the other, and he had no idea which one it would be.

"They didn't have any lemon limeade," Logan said as he approached Kendall. He struggled to hold three cups.

"I'm sorry," Kendall said, taking one of the drinks. "I knew I should have went with you."

"It's okay," said Logan. He sat down next to Kendall. "Where's Jo?"

"She went with some of her friends," he replied. "So much for talking, huh?"

"Heh." Though Logan was glad to see she had gone, he was less enthusiastic about being alone with Kendall. He knew he was being silly, though. The two of them had spent no less than a billion hours alone together throughout the length of their friendship, including about a million hours alone in this very spot. There shouldn't have been any reason for things to be awkward between them, but there was a reason, and things were indeed awkward.

"Well, like I said, they didn't have lemon limeade, so I got her a lime lemonade...which I figure is the same thing...but it doesn't matter because she's not here."

"I'll take it," Kendall said, smiling at his friend's way with words. He put Jo's drink in the picnic basket before taking a sip from his own. "Ah, that's good smoothie."

Logan nodded and took a long drag on his straw.

"Let me guess. Pomegranate and peach."

"Yep," Logan said. "Gotta get those antioxidants."

"Heh."

They sat in silence. Their view was a great one of the sea, and the crashing of waves served as the perfect soundtrack. Kendall had a penchant for getting lost in it all, to the point where he would fail to notice anyone or anything around him. They'd been in California for nearly two years, but still...this majesty of the open water was nothing short of a miracle for a true-blue Minnesota boy. Their home state had ten thousand lakes, but not a single ocean.

Logan tried not to look at him, tried to just mimic his actions and gaze into the great distance, but of course he couldn't. Kendall might have been at his most striking when in deep, philosophical thought. His hair flickered only the slightest bit against a comfortable wind, and his skin was clear. His eyes were as deep as the ocean and as green as an Irish meadow. Logan looked down. Kendall's hand was no more than a few inches away from his own. All he had to do was touch it, hold it, squeeze it a little...and Kendall would know everything. He'd know just how much Logan cared, and the nature of that care. Whatever happened afterwards wouldn't matter because then Kendall would know the truth. He could have petted Logan's hand back or he could have thrown the smoothie in his face, but at the very least, he would know.

"I know," Kendall said suddenly as he turned to Logan.

Words couldn't explain the paralyzing shock that went through Logan's body. "You do?" he asked, every single one of his senses suspended in air.

"Yeah," said Kendall. "You suck at keeping secrets."

"I do?" Logan asked, still suspended.

"Yeah," he replied as he turned back to the ocean. "You like Jo."

"Jo," said Logan. Part of him phrased it as a question. Kendall thought he wanted Jo? But then part of him just declared it. Kendall thought he wanted Jo.

Kendall turned to face him again. "Yeah. And it's okay...okay?"

Logan couldn't respond. He didn't know what to do or say. Of course, he was relieved that this was a false alarm, but he definitely couldn't have Kendall thinking that he wanted Jo. It would be nowhere near as awkward as the truth coming out, but it'd still be pretty uncomfortable.

"Kendall, I don't-"

"It's okay," Kendall repeated as he threw an arm around Logan's shoulders in an effort to prove his integrity. "It's all right, dude. I understand."

Logan protested, sliding out of Kendall's grip. "I really don't think you do," he insisted.

"You're still getting over Camille leaving, and so Jo's the next best thing. I told you, I completely understand. She's still my girlfriend, though, so that's a problem, but-"

"Kendall, I don't like Jo! I like-" He almost said it, almost put it all out there right in the open, but that good old self-control stepped in and saved him from what might have been a disastrous turn of events. "I don't like anyone." He hung his head down and looked miserable.

Kendall was perplexed. He'd thought for sure he'd figured it out. The way Logan would get all quiet and sad whenever Jo was around...the way he'd always protest partaking in any activities with Jo and himself. And Jo had noticed it too. Logan, lonely after Camille's departure, needed a new object for his affection, and so he projected those feelings onto Jo, but he was too nice of a guy to go after his best friend's girl. That was the only logical explanation Kendall could come up with. Well...except for one other thing...but Kendall wasn't even gonna think about that.

"All right, so you don't like Jo. But you can't tell me you haven't been wanting someone to be there for you," Kendall said.

"Sure," Logan nervously responded. He felt backed up against the wall and had to account for something. He didn't like where this was going, but it was better than where it would have ended up had he just said what was really on his mind. Yeah, Kendall would have known, all right. And their lives would have been wrought with awkwardness and melodrama.

Kendall thought for a moment, seemingly working the gist of it all out in his mind, and shook his head. "Dude, if that's what's been bothering you, you should have told me a long time ago. Jo's got a lot of friends that we can hook you up with."

"Nah, I really don't...I don't feel like going through all of that," Logan said. In all honesty, those words were true. He didn't feel like going through anything at all that had to do with love and relationships and teenage feelings. Calculus problems were much easier to solve and understand. Math didn't lie, nor did it ever have to.

"Come on, man," Kendall pleaded, once again throwing his arm around Logan. Logan sat firm, looked forward, and refused to let this skin-to-skin contact bother him. But Kendall's arm felt so damn good. "You're my best friend, and I always take care of my best friends," Kendall said. "You of all people should know that. How many times in Minnesota did I have to kick some ass because people were picking on you?"

"I know, Kendall," he exclaimed agitatedly. He caught himself, though, and looked at Kendall with a sincere face. "But please," he said in a hushed tone, "just let me get over Camille first, okay? I'm trying very, very hard to just...get over Camille."

Kendall nodded and rolled his eyes. Sometimes it was hard to understand a beautiful mind, but he'd spent years learning how to, and at this point, he knew Logan was being serious and wanted his wishes respected. He withdrew his arm from Logan's shoulders.

"All right," he said.

The ensuing silence was not awkward, but it could hardly be considered golden. Instead, it served as sort of a cooling off period for the two of them. Logan needed to get his emotions in check and keep them there. One more word from Kendall, or one more touch, and he would have spilled it all. Death and destruction...in his mind, at least.

Kendall, on the other hand, was wary of carelessly stepping on any landmines, so he kept quiet.

After calming down and feeling alright again, Logan turned to Kendall. "Hey," he said. "What made you think something was bothering me?"

"I don't know," Kendall shrugged. "I sort of have censors in my brain that let me know when something's going on."

Logan laughed. "Oh, really? I always thought some of your wiring was off."

"Yeah, well, I just like to look out for people I love, okay?"

"That's more than okay," Logan said, still laughing at his own joke to fully comprehend the explosive word Kendall had just used. Once he did, he didn't have the massive reaction he might have had. The smile on his mouth just turned down as he stored Kendall's no-doubt innocent declaration of love in his brain, where it would weigh on him more and more.

Logan knew he had a session with Dr. Riley that day, and he knew he was going to go into that office and demand the doctor help him. If not, he'd have to help himself. The "story" had been told already. He figured he'd made it pretty clear how and why he felt so strongly about Kendall, so all he needed was advice. How could he get over Kendall? That's all he wanted to know. Obviously, mid-day chats on the beach weren't gonna help him. Sleeping in the same room as Kendall wasn't helping either, and neither were living in the same apartment as Kendall, working in the same studio as Kendall, or just plain existing in the same universe as Kendall.

Kendall gladly accepted that Logan's problem was simply heartsickness over Camille. It made sense. Camille had been his girlfriend, just like Jo was Kendall's girlfriend. If it had been Jo who had gone off to star in a British soap opera, Kendall knew he would have been down in the dumps as well. He knew Logan would have been there for him, too. So, he took it upon himself to be the best friend Logan needed. He'd cheer his buddy up to forget about the one who'd gotten away, and, hopefully, they'd find a new one for him who was prettier, smarter, and less annoying. They'd find the perfect girl for Logan, the girl that would make him forget all about any feelings he had for anyone else.

For Logan's sake, he thought to himself. And for my own.

NOTE: From now on, new chapters will be posted on Monday and Thursday afternoons. I have up to Chapter 9 done, so I want to start spreading them out so I don't get stuck (and I know you guys don't want to be left hanging lol). If I really get into the zone and knock some chapters out, I may post three or four times a week. Happy reading!