AUTHOR'S NOTE: Three and a half weeks, I know :( But it's here, so read! Thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed, and I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Kendall Knight might not have been the smartest boy in school (that honor had always gone to Logan, of course), but he wasn't stupid. He was far from it, and it was his secret stash of smarts that had compelled him to get dressed and go to Jo's friends' party. As much as he told himself that it was about "owing" something to Jo and wanting to make this a "nice night" for her, he knew very well that it was much deeper than that.

As he approached the beach house and came to a stop, he kept thinking about the promises she'd made over and over again. She was going to change. This time would be different. She'd be the "old Jo" again. But she'd broken those promises...every. single. time. And each time, it would hurt Kendall more and more. But now? This time? Oh yes, this time would be different, but in ways Jo never would have imagined.

Kendall knew it was time for him to step up and let his true feelings for Logan be known, but at the same time, he couldn't just shake the trepidation. Something had to happen to fuel him...something needed to push him closer and closer to the point where he no longer cared about Jo's feelings or his father's feelings or anyone's feelings other than his own. And dropping in on this party, he felt, had a very good chance at giving him that push.

She's in there, he thought as he started walking to the front door. She's in this house, and she's probably doing everything I've always tried to help her stop doing. She's breaking her promises once again, and if she is...then I'm done. I'm officially done. Fuck being nice. Fuck trying to let her down gently. What was the point of these last two years if she's just gonna keep ending up with pills and booze down her throat, cuts on her wrist, and random dudes in bed with her? Why have I wasted my life trying to help someone who doesn't want to be helped? Why should I care about her when she clearly doesn't give a damn about me? If she cared about me, she would have been a good, decent girl, and maybe we could have been really good together all the time, and maybe I would have gotten over Logan, and...

He thought about Logan. The boy he loved - the boy he'd so often neglected - could have very well been out there, somewhere in Los Angeles, enjoying a quiet, romantic night with another guy...a guy who couldn't possibly restrain the burgeoning feelings he had for Logan...a guy who would never dream of trying to replace Logan with someone else...a guy who would have stood on a rooftop and screamed to the world that he was in love with a dorky little guy named Hortense Mitchell.

Logan wouldn't do that to me, Kendall thought as he reached the door. He'd never do that to me...he said he would never change and that he would never leave me...and he always keeps his promises.

But he knew that time was slowly ticking away. He could feel it trickling through his fingers like sand, and if he wanted to be happy - for the first time in his life, truly and completely happy - it was time. It was just fucking time.

Without even knocking, Kendall twisted the doorknob and walked into the party.

"And we've never talked about it," Logan said, slowly exhaling. "Never."

He'd just finished telling Trey the whole story of Kendall and himself. From beginning to end. Well, not the complete, unabridged version, but all of the important details. Their first meeting, their first sleepover, the first time they shared a bed, the first awkward moment in which Logan didn't know what kind of signs Kendall was trying to send. And, of course, Logan's resolve to move along once and for all.

"Dude...I...I can't. I literally can not even," Trey replied, letting it all soak in. He was comfortably tucked under the covers in bed as Logan, a pink and white ball of nerves, sat on the edge. He looked down, just letting the air flow in and out of his system. He needed to center himself again and not let his feelings get the best of him.

Okay. So he'd let himself acknowledge the fact that Kendall likes him back. He'd allowed himself to remember the feeling of Kendall's wet, naked body standing next to his...he allowed himself to remember the sensation of Kendall's lips on his neck...okay. Fine. Whatever. It didn't change anything. It didn't change the fact that Kendall didn't want to be gay, did it? It didn't change the fact that Kendall wanted to be in a normal relationship with Jo, did it? Of course, it didn't. And if Logan hadn't been sure about moving back to Minnesota before, he definitely was now.

"Can't what?" Logan asked, not even looking back at Trey.

"I can't form a coherent sentence to let you know how absolutely insane this whole thing is!" Trey replied rather loudly. "I mean, jeez! At least me and Jake fucked every now and then. You've been holding on for Kendall for how long? And you haven't even kissed on the lips? I would have lost interest years ago."

"Sex isn't everything," Logan said defensively.

"I guess," Trey said, shaking his head. "It sure as hell makes the pain a lot more bearable, that's for sure. It's just...I don't get it."

"What?"

"Why have you never said anything?"

"Because!" Logan began, as if he would be restating the obvious. "I told you...his dad, and he...he...well...I don't know."

Trey's eyes bulged. "You've kept all of this shit bottled up for all this time simply because his dad's a douchebag?"

"No! I mean...yes! But that's not all! Kendall doesn't want to be...with me, and so I can't force him, and so..."

"Oh my GOD, dude!" Trey scoffed, throwing his hands up in the air. "So you're perfectly content with letting Kendall be with...ugh...Josephine...while you're all alone by yourself feeling like crap for every single minute of every single day? Are you honestly telling me that that's what you want?"

Logan, feeling attacked, stood up and put on a brave face. "You know, it's not what I want, but I really don't have a choice, do I? I can't just force him to do something he doesn't want to do."

"And what makes you so sure that he doesn't want to do it?"

"He told me so himself!"

"Yeah! Right after he slobbered all over your neck and had his cock pressed up against your ass. Hate to break it to you, but that usually means the guy wants you."

Trey slid over to the side of the bed and pulled Logan back down next to him. He threw a comforting arm around the trembling guy's shoulders. "Look, kid...I don't mean to be a jerk, but clearly, you need someone to slap some sense into you. It's obvious to me that Kendall wants you just as much as you want him, and I know that you know this too, deep down. I understand that it's scary for you, trust me, but at the same time...what's the scarier thought? Confronting him about this or being miserable for the rest of your life?"

Fuck, Logan thought. Fuck. This wasn't supposed to be like this. This was supposed to be him meeting a new guy who could hopefully take him away from his Kendall problems. This was supposed to be the beginning of the next step in his life and the beginning of him moving on from having a crush on someone who wasn't strong enough for him...this was not supposed to be him being convinced to do something he had a feeling he would regret. If he confronted Kendall...if he made Kendall talk about the things he'd never wanted to talk about...if he changed the dynamics of their relationship...he could risk losing everything they had, and the damage would be irreparable.

"Look," Trey continued. "All I'm saying is that you should talk to the kid. Tell him how YOU feel. And I promise you, everything that HE feels will just come pouring out. Maybe he won't be ready to be with you now...maybe he won't ever be, but you're gonna feel a whole lot better knowing that you've done all that you could possibly do. You do not want to be forty years old and constantly thinking about all the things you should have said and how different things could have been. I've seen that, and it is not pretty."

"But what if-"

"What if what? What if he hates you? What if he resents the fact that you're stronger than him and that you aren't a little pussy anymore? So what? If that's the way he feels, then move on. Tell him that you'll be waiting for him whenever he grows some balls but that you don't need his 'friendship' right now. Tell him that you're not gonna just accept half of him. Tell him it's all or nothing, that it's time to grow up. Shit, tell him that there's a flawless Italian guy named Trey who would be more than willing to rock your world."

Logan chuckled a little as he wiped the tears from his face. At least he could laugh...at least he wasn't so far gone that he couldn't take a joke. Maybe there would be hope for him yet...maybe what Trey was saying was the truth. But still...

"I don't know," he said, sniffling a little. "I think it would just be easy for me to go back home and forget about everything and-"

"Forget? About everything?" Trey asked him, bowing his head and looking out from under his brow. "Everything? The way he touched you and the way he smiles at you and the way he's able to just make you feel like you're the only guy in the world? Logan, I don't mean to beat up on your home state, but I've been to Minnesota, and I promise you, nothing there is gonna make you forget about what's waiting for you here. Nothing."

Ugh. Logan knew he was right. It was like talking to a young gay version of Dr. Riley. He kept trying to come up with "But-" statements...anything to tip the ball back into his court so that he wouldn't have to go through with it, but he kept coming up empty-handed. Why couldn't they just understand that he wanted Kendall to be happy?

He'd be happy with you, dumbass, he told himself.

Logan rubbed his fingers through his hair and looked up at the TV. Suddenly, he liked trucker-slasher movies.

"Let's just watch the rest of the movie, okay?" he asked.

As soon as Kendall entered the house, he was sick to his stomach. He could smell the stench of grossness in the air. Alcohol everywhere, that unmistakable scent of smoke wafting on down from the second floor, and the sight of way too many naked boobs bouncing around. Definitely not his kind of party. Not that Kendall and the BTR boys were perfect little angels. They drank...sometimes James would smoke a few cigarettes...they liked to party. But they were still Minnesota boys at heart, and they had their limitations. Depressed, anorexic actresses desperately seeking attention and the arrogant closet cases who only used and abused them were definitely over the limit.

He scanned the entire living room, but Jo was nowhere to be seen. He was none too surprised, of course, but a little bit of him hoped, for her sake, that she might have taken heed of the promise she herself had made to him. She didn't have to clean herself up for him - just cleaning herself up period would have made a huge difference for her, and then maybe her life wouldn't have been so sucky. But alas, he had to keep reminding himself that he couldn't keep hiding behind his need to protect her. And besides, if he was going to find what he thought he was going to find at this party, then she was beyond his protection.

Because being bothered and harassed at this shindig was the last thing Kendall wanted, he kind of stalked around the room with his head low, trying to remain incognito. He recognized many of the faces, and none of them belonged to people he particularly wanted to chit chat with tonight. These were the people who'd managed to take sweet, innocent Gretchen from North Carolina and turn her into bitchy, moody Jo, and Kendall just plain disliked them all. He was just about to escape into the kitchen, but then...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, look at you, Kendall Knight," Savannah purred as Kendall turned to face her.

Great. Just fucking great, he thought.

"Hey," he said, hoping she'd float away on the cloud of smoke she'd come in on.

Always a handsy one, she couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch his face, to which he responded with a quick step back.

"No, no," he tried to say politely. "You know I don't like that."

"I can make you like it," she said. She punctuated it with a smile, but there was something creepy in her tone.

"Uh...I don't think so," Kendall quickly denied. "Listen, have you seen Jo?"

Savannah rolled her eyes. "Have YOU seen Jo? She looks like a cow, and I don't know why you're still with her when you could be with me..."

"Yeah, well...can you just tell me where she is? Maybe she went out on the beach or..."

Savannah kept a hand on his arm, disappointed in her failure to capture his attention, but that disappointment only fueled her enjoyment. "Oh please. You know where she is, and you know what she's doing. She's having a good time doing bad things..."

Kendall's eyes narrowed on her, and he jerked his arm away. She smirked, nodded, and went on to her next victim, satisfied in knowing that she'd just pissed in his Cheerios.

Kendall glanced at the staircase, which stood only a few feet away, and he could immediately feel his body tense up. He'd been to enough of these parties with Jo to know just how everything operated, and he felt he had a pretty solid idea of what was going on upstairs. There would always be a room set aside for certain activities...there'd always be a circle in that room, and there'd always be all of the makings of a pharmacy sprawled out in the middle of that circle. Pills and pot and powder and the equipment necessary to get the most out of it all. Some blades for cutting, some drinks for dulling the senses. There would be a bed, where desperate guys would take advantage of unstable girls, and at the end of the night, they'd all exit like zombies, go home, and pretend like it had never happened. He'd only seen it once when Jo'd tried to get him to partake in the festivities, but his negative reaction had been enough for her to never try to include him again.

Any time Kendall accompanied Jo to one of these parties, she'd never go upstairs - at all. But any time he didn't go with her, that was when he'd hear all the stories of all of the "crazy" things Jo had done. So, if history was any indication, the motivation that Kendall needed to stop caring about her was resting just above his head.

And so, with his stomach tossing and his hands getting sweaty and the beat of the music vibrating through his body, he began to ascend the stairs.

He tried to take his thoughts away from the various problems that were plaguing him. Here he was, ready to find his girlfriend sprawled out on the floor of some room, her head pumped with drugs and other druggies pawing all over her body. And after he found her, he'd tell her that he was leaving her for his best friend, a guy. And then he'd go home and probably stall and stall and stall in misery for days until he had the guts to face Logan. His life was definitely not one to be envied.

He stood in the middle of the upstairs hallway. He could see smoke coming from the room at the end of the right side of the hall, and he had to ask no questions about what was going on. He took a few steps. Did he really need to see it, though? Did he really need to walk in and watch as she lay there like she was in some drug-induced coma? He knew she was in there, and Savannah had told him she was in there...was it necessary for him to see it and feel humiliated? But then he looked down at the floor, where a familiar pair of red-and-black Louboutins were laid like roadkill. He'd spent $800 on those shoes just to make sure Jo had them for Christmas, and there they were...thrown carelessly on the floor. If he hadn't known it already, he knew now that all was as he'd expected it would be in regards to Jo and her "promises."

He rubbed his temples and leaned back against the wall. This was getting too weird and too crazy and too...just too much of everything. All he wanted to do was go home, get into bed, and forget about everything. Forget about Jo and forget about this party, just forget about everything. He didn't even know if he wanted to come clean with Logan and deal with that...wouldn't it have just been easy if he'd given up on it all and decided to move back to Minnesota? He could live all by himself in his grandparents' old cabin, and he'd never have to worry about anything ever again.

You'd worry about Logan, he told himself. You'd miss him every minute of every day, and you'd worry about whether or not he's being treated right by everyone, and you'd wonder if he's able to sleep at night without you being right across the room, and you'd worry about whether or not he found someone to take your place, and you...you...you'd be a complete and total mess without him with you. Even right now, with Jo showing you just how much she "cares" about you, all you really need is for Logan to tell you that it'll be all right.

All of the thinking about Jo had clouded up his mind so much that he could barely remind himself that this would all be worth it in the end.

Logan.

This is about me and him, he reminded himself.

And maybe he did need that reminder. He needed to remember that Jo was just a road block...all of her problems and baggage...they were all obstacles. She wasn't waiting at the end of the rainbow. A lifetime with her wasn't the grand prize. There was still a ways to go, but what waited at the end...the real prize...the jackpot...it was worth every wrong turn he'd made in his life. It was Logan, and just the thought of him made Kendall's breathing calm just a little. He tried to picture Logan's smile...the twinkle in Logan's eye and the dimple in his cheek. The little bit of chubbiness on his neck that Kendall had had the guts to kiss one night...the shape of Logan's body, the one that had always given Kendall the strength to take the high note just a little higher...and the sound of Logan's voice as it whispered in his ear that he'd never leave. He tried to smell Logan's cologne and the way it would tickle him and...he imagined it so hard that it was as if he could really smell it. It was soft, yet masculine...vulnerable, but with a hidden strength...cold and guarded at first, but then warm and inviting and friendly...it was love and lust...and it was late, late nights...it was the kind of aroma that would forever be married to the sounds of a love song and the feeling of an orgasm.

It was real.

Kendall's eyes popped open, and he could suddenly feel it.

He's here, he thought to himself. He's in this house. Right now.

He furrowed his brow, looking in both directions as if Logan would just casually stroll up to him out of thin air. But the smell...it was so real!

He began to follow the trace. It got stronger and stronger the further he went down the hall. If he'd thought about it, he would have figured that there was absolutely no way in hell that Logan would end up at a party like this...he would have thought that he was losing his mind or that it was just someone else wearing the same cologne...he would have thought that he was going crazy! But none of those thoughts crossed his mind as the scent brought him to a door in the middle of the hall. He eyed it for second. There was nothing physically distinctive about it. There was no sign, and there wasn't even a little crack opened...and that smell of Logan's cologne wasn't that much stronger by this door...but somehow, Kendall just knew that this was the one. He had to open it, and he had to see what was behind it.

He twisted the knob.

"Logan?" he called out when the door opened. And there was Logan, all alone, sitting on the floor in front of the TV.

"Kendall!" Logan exclaimed, turning from the TV in shock. His mouth dropped as he jumped to his feet. "Wh-what...what are you doing here?"

"Logan..." Kendall repeated, this time with relief in his voice. That's right...even when he had nothing else in the world...he had Logan. Logan was always there – even when there seemed to be absolutely no explanation in the world for why he was there. Kendall crossed the room and reached out a hand, taking Logan's in his. "Logan..." he said, his eyes meeting with the other boy's. "I...I..."

And he was just about to do it...he was just about to grab him and press their lips together. Because he suddenly felt like he could do it. He felt that kissing Logan in this moment was the most right thing in the world. Nothing else made sense but a kiss, and it didn't even matter if the door was still open or that Jo was spaced out across the hall. None of it mattered, and all Kendall wanted to do was make love to him right there on that bed.

But then his greatest fear materialized in front of him.

"What's going on, stud?" Trey asked as he came in from the bathroom in only his skimpy pair of shorts.

Kendall's heart skipped a beat as he looked at Trey. Logan, so confused and just not sure of anything anymore, looked from boy to boy, taking note of the horrified look on Kendall's face.

"Kendall, no!" Logan exclaimed. "It's not what it looks like!"

Kendall caught his breath, and he let go of Logan's hands. He looked Logan in the eye. "Logan...I'm...I'm sorry," he said, slowly backing away. "I'm...I'm sorry..."

Logan was paralyzed by Kendall's eyes. He knew it was time...he knew that all of his years of waiting were finally about to be paid off...he knew that this was the moment in which it would happen. Kendall would kiss him and own their love, and they'd begin their journey together. But Kendall was backing away! He was leaving!

"Wait..." Trey said, realizing what was going on. "Dude, no, this is soooo not what you think it is..."

Kendall just started shaking his head. It was just the way he'd feared it would be...all of the nightmares he'd had were right there in front of him. Logan with another guy...Logan alone with another guy...Logan being loved by another guy...and maybe he was overreacting, and maybe he should have gotten the whole story before jumping to conclusions, but in his heart, he knew that if Logan and this random guy in the lime green shorts were doing something in this room, then it was their right. He'd pulled Logan along for how long? If Logan was ready to move on, then Kendall would have to let him go. He owed him that much, right?

"I'm...I'm...I'm gonna leave now," Kendall said as he turned for the door.

"Kendall, no!" Logan exclaimed. "I love you!" Overwhelmed by all that had happened in just a matter of seconds, he turned to Trey for an answer.

"Oh, hell no!" Trey refused. "Don't look at me. Follow him, damnit! Remember what I told you!"

And as he watched Logan dart out the room and then down the stairs, Trey couldn't help but smile.

"Kendall, please...please...you have to understand me!" Logan pleaded as Kendall kept walking, each step make a deeper imprint in the sand and getting him closer and closer to the rolling waves of the ocean.

But he couldn't just unthink what he'd seen. He couldn't just erase everything he thought would happen if he'd taken too long to pull himself together and just be honest and true. It was too heartbreaking...much worse than anything he would have seen had he opened the door to the smoky room. He knew what Jo was into...he knew what she was capable of, and he knew that she wouldn't have cared – not in the moment, at least – if he'd walked in and saw her strung out. But Logan was different. Even though he'd had his nightmares, he never thought that Logan would ever have it in him to be with someone else...he didn't think that Logan was capable of forgetting about him. Hell, he'd made sure over and over again to keep the ambiguous nature of their friendship wide open. That was why he'd always called Logan gorgeous...that was why he'd always hugged him a little longer than what was necessary...that was why he'd slept in the bed with him, and it was why he almost kissed him. He just needed to make sure Logan would never get over him...he needed to know that Logan would always be waiting for him.

And now as he stood at the brink of the sea, he turned around, tears streaming down his face, and there he was. Logan...as he had always been...as he would always be...there for Kendall when the stakes were high.

Logan's mind was no more eased than Kendall's. Of course, this moment felt so much like many other moments...those high-wire moments where Logan was ready to take Kendall's hand and jump off the ledge, but then Kendall would pull away at the very last second, leaving Logan to fall all on his own. And if Logan had really meant it about getting over Kendall – moving on, getting out, meeting people, and all of the little slogans Dr. Riley had prescribed – then maybe he would have just turned around and walked away, leaving this confused, depressed, and, frankly, fucked up young man behind. But Logan would never.

"Kendall," he began, catching his breath after practically running all the way from the house. "I don't know what you thought was going on, but I swear to you on my life and on your life and on...on everything...it was nothing! It was nothing! I could never do anything with anybody who wasn't you! Kendall..." He hiccuped...he searched the stars for the strength to say the words...and he shook his head violently as the so-called self-control struggled to keep his emotions chained up. "Kendall, I love you. I love you! And I'd never do anything with anybody else because the only person I want is you! You're the only person I ever wanted!"

"What about Camille?" Kendall asked vindictively, but that wasn't his intention. He didn't want to sound mean, he didn't want to sound horrible...he just needed to believe that he had a right to be mean and horrible, because then he could back out of this and put it to bed and go back to his "normal" life without having to deal.

"You know Camille meant nothing!" Logan yelled back at him, but he was so far from angry. His eyes were reaching out for Kendall, and so was his heart. "She meant nothing to me! No one has ever meant anything to me except for you!"

And, like an earthquake and volcano rolled into one big lethal combination, Kendall fell to the ground, and the tears began to flow like crazy. Logan, feeling his knees get weak, fell down to, and they both knelt before each other, falling into each other and supporting each other with their arms. Logan rubbed his hands through Kendall's hair and pulled him into a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry," Kendall cried into Logan's shoulder. "I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry...for everything. For everything."

"I'm sorry, too," Logan said, feeling the contagion as his own eyes began to water. "I'm sorry, too."

The tremors in their bodies began to subside, and the sounds of their breathing and tears grew softer and softer, until the great Pacific was again dominant.

Their feelings became one, and they both broke the hug at the same time. Their arms didn't disconnect, though. Not a chance. They just needed to look at each other. The eyes. The brown eyes. The green eyes. Chocolate. Emerald. The sand...the grass.

"I love you," Kendall said. Not in a whisper, but not too loud. The only person who needed to hear the words was right there in front of him.

"Kendall," Logan said, mildly in protest, for it was his natural reaction to hinder Kendall's risk-taking...for it was his natural reaction to stop Kendall from doing something that would prevent him from ever being "normal." But before he could ask if this was what Kendall really wanted to do...before he could plant those seeds of doubt...

Kendall moved closer. And closer. And closer. And he licked his lips, and he closed his eyes, and he pressed his mouth against Logan's.

And they kissed. Their lips met, their tongues danced, their hearts beat faster, their brains spun out of control, their bodies trembled, their nerves shook, and their cocks got hard.

Logan grabbed on tightly to Kendall's body. Now that he had him...now that he had Kendall Knight in his arms...he wasn't going to let him go.

Jo walked down the stairs. She felt strange...extremely strange, and not at all the way she'd hoped to feel when she'd gone into the room. For some reason...the pills she'd taken...the pot she'd smoked...even the few little stabs at her wrist that she'd taken...they had done absolutely nothing for her. Not a single thing. She felt no cooler or calmer or more collected than she had when she'd gone up those stairs at the beginning of the night.

Am I finished with this...finally? she asked herself as she scanned the room.

The rest of the smoky room gang had gotten their usual jollies from their boozing and drug abusing, but Jo had been a buzzkill the whole time, and now she was back downstairs with the kids who only thought they were having a good time. The only thing she felt was sickness, as if she was going to vomit right in the middle of the room.

To make matters worse, Savannah showed up with a shit-eating grin on her face. "Kendall was looking for you," she said slyly.

Jo's ears perked up very quickly at that. "What? He was here? Where is he?"

"I told him you were upstairs," she replied with a smirk.

Jo's eyes widened. "Oh my God, why in the hell did you do that!"

"He asked where you were..."

Jo began to push her way through the crowd. "Where did he go?"

"Don't bother," said Trey, whose shoulder Jo ran smack into. "Don't even."

"Trey!" Jo exclaimed. "Where...where is Logan? I saw you two upstairs!"

"Right," he said. "And now he's downstairs. And outside. And on the beach. With Kendall."

"WHAT?"

"You heard," Trey told her with an epic side-eye. "Listen to me. I don't appreciate being used in your silly little games. Fuckin' Gretchen."

He turned away from her and went on about his business, but she had no time to figure out what he meant. Everything had been coming together for her just hours earlier, and now they were falling apart, and...good lord, if Trey meant what she thought he meant...then it was all over. Everything was over.

No, she tried to convince herself as she went for the front door. Kendall would never love Logan...not like that. Kendall isn't gay! He's straight, and he loves me! He thinks I'm beautiful! He thinks I'm amazing! He told me so himself! He told me that I'm pretty and that I'm sweet and that I'm the greatest girl in the world! He told me he'd never leave me! He told me he'd always be there for me! I...I told him everything about me, and he still loves me! He can't leave me! Never!

But she saw it. She couldn't miss it, for her eyes knew exactly where to look.

She stood on the pier next to the beach house. And she saw it.

Kendall Knight, the first boy who'd ever really loved her...the only one, actually. The person who'd made her come alive for the first time.

He was kissing Logan Mitchell. And they were in love.

NOTE: Oh, it's soooo not over yet, guys! There will be more to come soon!