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Hey everyone! I'm back! Sorry I disappeared… I just didn't know what to write next. But I hope you enjoy this chapter and hopefully this story will somehow get an ending xD

I will be updating my other stories soon. Just give me a bit more time. I didn't know summer = working all day. I'm more busier than when school is around… =.= so weird.

Logan paces around the coffee shop for the fourth time that day. The coffee shop isn't busy anymore, the morning rush just ended, and already he is pacing around as he cleans the tables for the eight time that morning –twice each time he paces. It's not his fault he is anxious. He has been blaming himself for being stupid enough to NOT remember to ask James for his number, and since James hasn't been coming to the coffee shop for the past six days, he's starting to think that James has forgotten about them… if there was a them.

After the date with James, Logan had gone home to enjoy a nice bath, thinking that their date went pretty well… it started out awkward, but he had thought it turned out okay, enough to say they can meet again and chat some more about each other, at least in Logan's opinion, having some more of that bubbly feeling. He just can't believe he didn't ask James for his number!

Logan slowly scrubs the table in front of him as he stares out into the park, desperate for any tall, shy, sexy, cute brunette to show up at his coffee shop door, or even better, walking right up to him and asking him for a caramel latte with soy milk. He'll do anything to see James again. He sighs when he only sees a pink jumpsuit lady stride by with a yappy poodle, the poodle snapping at her the tiny purse with each step the owner takes. He takes that as a signal to continue cleaning the tables again, furiously rubbing into the white tabletops while sneaking glances at the door.

"Logan, you're going to break the table before James even walks near our door," Kendall smirks as he nudges the cloth away from Logan's hands.

"I can't help it! He hasn't showed up for six days now… and counting this morning… he hasn't appeared or said anything since the date for six days, 152 hours, 23 minutes and 36 seconds. I think that's a bad sign Kendall!"

"… You know… when you called to tell me how the date went… I did have the thought of running for it too…"

"Kendall!"

"What? It was awkward."

"I know it was, but it was only the beginning… and I tried to sort of…maybe… change – Okay fine! It was a weird date and it didn't go like first dates should be but you really think he'll run!?"

Kendall looks at Logan, seeing Logan's eyes wide and possibly teary, but he really wants to nod his head. He flashes a tiny smile at Logan before moving his head downwards in a nod, when a loud crack sounds in the room.

"Owuh! Carlos! What was that for!?" Kendall groans as he rubs his head in pain.

"For being a knucklehead! Why in the world would you nod? Logan is suffering enough. Thank you very much," Carlos explains as he places a hand on Logan's shoulder.

"And you. Calm down! You know he is a busy man. Maybe he's just busy writing."

"You think so Carlos?"

"I know so… He, unlike some blond, is hard at work somewhere, writing a wonder story," Carlos confirms, ignoring Kendall's protest that he is hard at work too, because apparently Kendall had arrived just in time to pop the cinnamon rolls that he made into the oven.

"Okay… I'm sorry guys, it's just he's… he's…" Logan mumbles, trying to find the right word to say, but coming up with nothing. He just isn't sure why he has such a strong connection to a total stranger, someone he barely knows; someone he only knows the name James for the last couple of days. He sighs as he slums into a chair, resting his head on the table. Where in the world is James?

As if God sudden hears his plead, the door suddenly slams, causing all three men to scream in fright.

"LOGAN MITCHELL!?" Camille screams as she rushes towards Logan and pulls the scared man to his feet.

"I – I – I –" Logan stutters as he stares at the brunette girl, her face clearly telling him something is wrong.

"Logan Mitchell I'm so glad you're here!" Camille screams in relief, giving the man a hug before releasing him.

"You – You are?"

"Absolutely! Ugh James called me two days and asked if I can swing by during my break and I totally forgot about it until this morning when Jett started asking about him. I thought oh gosh, Jett wants to know where James is, his face looking positively anxious and mad. And I totally backed out on going to see him myself in case he follows you know. Argh, did you know Jett wouldn't get off my back whenever he saw me leave! He just keeps on asking me about this and that and how James is right now and if he is hard at work on his script and why he can't reach James and how come James disappeared for six days and I was like please shut up but he– " Camille rushes out as she paces around, arms flying as she tries to explain why she is here.

"Camille!"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you here?" Kendall questions as he sips into the coffee that he has made during her rant.

"Oh ah yes! Why I'm here. Logan, would you mind checking up on James for me? He sounds so sick on the phone and I'm kind of scared he might die in the apartment… it's not like it's the first time for him. He gets pretty crazy when he tries to get inspiration to come to him," Camille explains, holding Logan's hand in hers as her eyes plead for his help.

"But – But I don't know where James lives. I don't even have his number! How can I help you?" Logan responds, looking at Kendall and Carlos for help. He just wants to see James… not go searching for him at his apartment! He's not even sure what he and James is, and already he is asked to step into James' place… uninvited!?

"Oh don't worry, I have the address and his number written right here. Oh I have to get back to work or else Jett is going to get suspicious. Thanks Logan!" Camille grins as she shoves the little piece of paper into Logan's hands, waving her goodbyes as she steps out of the coffee shop.

"So… you're going to do it?" Carlos asks as he walks over the shocked man, fingers inching through Logan's hands to take the paper. He examines the address and number as Kendall strolls over to drape an arm over his buddy's shoulders.

"Of course he is. Logie, I think your whining worked," Kendall smirks as he grabs the paper and dials the number. Logan gasps as he tries to take the phone from Kendall, desperately trying to stop the call, but instead he grabs it just to hear a woman's voice ring in his ear.

"The number you have dialled is currently unavailable. Please try again later."

The line goes dead and without another word, Logan is out the door, tossing Kendall's phone back to Kendall.

"Next time try Thank you!" Kendall screams after him as he fumbles to catch his flying phone. He grunts disapprovingly when the phone slips out of his hands again and again, it dangerously heading straight for the floor. Carlos rolls his eyes and catches the phone right before it lands on the wooden floor. He leans up to pass Kendall his phone when he notices the picture on the lock screen.

"Thanks babe! I don't know what I will do if it breaks," Kendall smiles as he reaches for his phone.

"Kendall, that's…" Carlos starts and Kendall notices that Carlos is staring at the picture of himself smiling towards the camera while he tries one of Kendall's cinnamon rolls. That happened about two years ago when Carlos first came into town and found the coffee shop. He was with his friend Tammy, sitting down to admire the winter snow as they sip hot mocha and eat one of Kendall's famous cinnamon rolls. He had requested Logan to take a picture as a memory of his trip into town before he starts university the following year, having high hopes to be able to become a veterinarian.

"I…ah…You think Logan will be back before lunch?" Kendall asks as he takes his phone and walks towards the kitchen.

"No, I don't think he'll make it back in time," Carlos absently responds, his mind still lingering on the picture.

"Then I'll call Nicole to fill in for him. I don't think she'll mind skipping class to hang out with us. I mean it's us," Kendall boasts as he starts to text Nicole. Carlos sighs as he rolls his eyes, body moving to set the coffee stations ready for the lunch time rush as if nothing had happened.

Logan gasps as he looks at the building in front of him. The entire building must have like 50 stories high, the top barely visible to the naked eye, and entirely made out of glass. Logan looks at the paper to double check if he is at the right place, nervously swallowing his saliva as he tries to calculate just how much he knows about James. Who is James and how can he afford to live here, the most expensive hotel in the entire city? There has to be a mistake – one that involves James being able to stay here while someone else pays for it. Now that's more of a likely situation, James is only twenty four – ish? Twenty five?

Logan frowns as he wonders about James' age, also something he doesn't know as his legs carry him inside the building. He walks right up to the front desk and hesitantly asks them for James' room number.

"Sir I'm sorry but Mr. Diamond has requested that no one should be allowed to visit him during his stay here. Would you like to leave a message?" the receptionist smiles as she grabs a pen and paper.

"Oh, um, well Camille… I mean, Ms. Roberts ask me to see how Mr. Diamond is doing, that's all. I guess I should go now. Thank you," Logan replies, body lingering at the front desk. He had thought it would be easy to see James since Camille asked him to.

"Wait, are you Mr. Mitchell? Ms. Roberts has informed us that you will be joining Mr. Diamond today, and that we can allow you access to his room even without his consent," the receptionist says before Logan walks away. She turns around to grab a set of keys for Logan before returning to hand them to him. She quickly jots down Logan's information about him and his visit so they can have a record of him being here, and then Logan is shown the way towards the elevators. They wait until the elevator doors open and Logan steps inside while the receptionist presses the number seven for him.

"Thank you Mr. Diamond. Hope you have a nice stay," the receptionist smiles and waves her goodbyes.

"Thanks for your help. I will have a nice… wait what?" Logan asks but the elevator doors have closed and he is going upwards. Logan scratches his head as he wonders what she means. He is only here to visit, not live here. He can't afford to live here even if he wanted to! The doors open and Logan steps out. He is only a couple feet away from James, so without another thought, he walks to room 706.

"No Mrs. Diamond, of course not. I haven't - . Yes, I understand that no one should know about this but –. I've tried madam, but he –. No I'm sure he is still around -. Yes. I understand. I will immediately. Goodbye, Mrs. Diamond," Jett rushes out as he hangs up the phone. James' mother has been calling him non-stop all week, the strong minded woman requesting that he being James' best friend/ buddy to accompany James (more like bind James to a pair of handcuffs and escort him home) for a lovely family dinner. Or else she will pay a visit to the Imaginary… meaning she is going to order her men to come and wreck his office.

Jett shivers as he imagines that day to come because no matter how many times he has visited James' apartment, called James' cell phone and travelling around town to James' favourite places, he just can't find James. However, his luck hasn't run out because he knows that Camille must know where James is. Problem is, the stubborn girl thinks that he is out to get James and no matter how much he tries to explain to her that he is a nice guy, she refuses to believe it and he just can't tell her about James' mom.

Argh. Can't that woman just get her own son to sit down and have dinner with her the normal way? Who in the world threatens people to do things for them? He sighs and gets up to find Camille.

"Camille? Where are you?" Jett calls as he looks around the office before landing them on Steve. Steve nervously smiles before turning back to his screen, furiously typing whatever he is working on. Jett narrows his eyes at him, sulking over to slam Steve's laptop close and glaring at him.

"So Stevie, you wouldn't perhaps know where your girlfriend went hey?"

"N – No Jett, I mean boss. No I don't know."

"Oh really? And I was about to give you that new script job I just received from the producers, they requesting a mini-series for the empty time slot that James had purposely emptied. Ah well, I guess we will just have to wait until Dak comes back and give him the job."

"W- Wait! You mean, you've decided to let me have a shot at script writing?"

"Well you were the first to cross my mind, but since I can't fully trust you…"

"N – No! You can totally trust me! Camille has just gone off to the coffee shop at the park. She said she needed a coffee."

"Oh? Well then, Stevie you can continue your work. I have to go out for a while and when I come back you will get your shot…as for now, don't tell anyone that I left okay? I have always been inside the office," Jett smoothly says as he strolls out the door while Steve frantically nods his head.

So Camille, you want to play sneaky huh? Well, you've played the wrong move. I'm going to find James no matter what you do. Coffee? Ha. You don't even drink that shit.

"James? James~" Logan calls as he pushes his way into the room. The room is dark, the curtains are close to block the light outside and the lamps are all turned off. Logan slowly walks inside, closing the door behind him as his hand searches around for the light switch. His hand wanders around the wall as his eyes adjust to the darkness, but before he can turn on the lights, he stumbles over something and falls face first onto the ground.

"Ow…." Logan groans as he shifts to get up, only to hear a muffle groan.

"J – James?" Logan asks again and his hands start to run around the cold floor until he finds what he thinks is a table leg. He follows the leg upwards to the table top, pulling himself up and then reaching for the wall to land right on the light switch. Logan grins as he flicks the lights on; just to see the most petrifying sight in his entire life – one that he doesn't even know how to describe it.

To start, clothes were everywhere. Shirts are laid over lamps while pants are hanging on the sofa. Socks are hanging from the table tops while jackets are lying on the floor. A pair of black boxer briefs is snuggling on top of a bunch of flowers, covering the beauty of the flowers leaving only the white elegant vase in view. Logan takes a step forward, his jaw drop open as he wonders what else he will find. And just like that, Logan finds himself stepping on something sticky, his shoe desperately stuck to the gum on the floor. He twists and turns to get it off as he stumbles through the room, his left hand landing on something that seems like melted ice cream while his right hand presses into a plate of mac and cheese. Logan yelps in shock as he looks around for something to wipe his hands clean, his eyes landing on a seemingly clean cloth just mere centimetres away from him. He quickly shifts over to close the space, hand snatching the cloth to furiously rub his hands clean before dropping it onto the floor.

"Oh my fucking god! That's… That's…" and Logan just wants to faint because what he thinks is a clean cloth is actually James' white underwear. He can't believe he just touched that.

"Ugh… Camille? Is that you?" a voice groans somewhere in front of Logan, but all Logan can see is a pile of crumbled papers with juice bottles sprinkle all over it. Suddenly the pile moves, causing Logan to shriek, and James emerges from the pile. Problem is, Logan isn't sure which is scarier – James emerging from the pile or James himself, because the one Logan is looking at is not the same one he saw on their date. This James has his hair push back, oily and thick, while his face is scruffy like he hasn't taken a bath or shaved for days. James has blood shot eyes, black circles under them and a single line of drool running from his mouth. His black shirt is sort of falling off his shoulder, the collar hanging on one side while the hem of the shirt is lift up a bit to show his hip bone. At least he is wearing a pair of clean boxers, Logan notices, and his eyes involuntarily looking down towards the white pair he accidently touched.

"Ah James, it's me Logan. Camille couldn't make it without Jett finding out where you are, so she asked me to come…um… May I ask what happened?" Logan asks as he walks over to steady James.

"Oh… I was just… writing."

"W – Writing!?"

"Yeah… I've been writing for the past couple of days."

"But how… this…writing…?" Logan asks again as he gestures around the room.

"I couldn't stop writing. Each time I walk out the door, inspiration comes and I had to run back to writing it. I don't even have the time to…." James trails off as his eyes close shut, his body slumping onto Logan's.

"J – James!" Logan cries, only to find out that James had passed out, little snores coming from his mouth. Logan blinks as he shifts to hold James up, not believing what just happened. Is he witnessing a different side of James? But, he doesn't have time to ponder on this question when James' weight turns out to be a bit too much for him as he falls backwards onto the couch with James on top of him. Logan inhales deeply as his body freezes, James' body laying flat on his. He darts his eyes left to right as if someone is filming them, his body only relaxing a bit when he hears James slow breathing right beside his ear.

"James?" Logan whispers while his arms struggle to break free from James' body lock, but only successfully wiggling his fingers. Logan gently exhales through his nose, slowly calming his nerves and bringing back his senses. He can feel James hot on his body and Logan turns his head to feel James' cheek hot on his lips, eyes seeing James' face flush red.

He has a fever. Logan realizes and James grunts before shifting, part of his body now hanging halfway off of Logan. Logan shuffles to free himself, placing a hand on James' head to confirm his prediction. He looks around to see where James' bedroom is, just to find that it is quite far from the couch, and without James' help, he has no way in carrying the sick man to his bed. So, he decides to clear the couch and settle James on his back, pushing and shoving James's limbs onto the soft white sofa before running off to find a blanket, a thermometer, and some medicine.

"I'm sorry sir, but Mr. Diamond has order that no one is to disturb him during his stay here. I am not in any way authorized to give you access to his room. Please understand the circumstances and leave," the receptionist explains again, her patience leaving her for the last time.

"But Mr. Diamond requests to see me! You have to let me through. I mean, that last man came and got his way to Mr. Diamond's room!" Jett screams, his patience long gone. He can't believe a simple coffee boy can walk through this hotel like he belongs here while he, a successful talent agent/ James' buddy, can't even walk up the stairs to see James. He just wants to see his buddy and drag him to see his mother. He isn't going to kill the man. Why is everybody assuming that and protecting him? He's not evil… It's James' mother who is evil, not him! He is just an innocent man wanting to do what he likes most – making the Imaginary famous.

"I'm sorry Mr. Stetson, but Mr. Diamond did not say anything about you planning to visit him today, and for security reasons, no one is allowed in except requested guests written on the guest list. Of course, if you plan to visit Mr. Diamond, I will gladly leave a message for him to schedule a time for you two meet. But for now, I must say Mr. Stetson that you must leave," the receptionist replies, trying hard to remain professional while looking at Jett… she secretly hoping he chooses to leave without another argument.

"But that man! He's just a coffee boy!"

"I think you have it wrong sir because that is Mr. Diamond. As you can see, this hotel has a criterion. We only rent rooms for married couples. And since Mr. Diamond and Mr. Mitchell are getting married soon, we have gladly accepted their stay at one of our suites. And – "

"But they aren't married! They aren't even dating!"

"Our sources say otherwise sir."

"Who is your source!? You trust that source more than you trust James Diamond's best friend!?"

"I'm sorry sir but I cannot give out any information about Mr. Diamond. Please understand and leave at once. Good day," the receptionist dryly replies, turning around to walk away and leaving a dumbfound Jett staring after him. He decides to fuck security and proceed upstairs to find James even if it means he has to knock every door in sight, his determination to find James burning wildly within. He looks around to see if anyone is watching and he quickly dashes towards the elevators, only to be lift up off his feet, strong hands cupping his arms.

"HEY LET ME GO!"

"I'm sorry sir, but you must leave," the security guard booms from his left, while the one on the right nods in agreement as they escort Jett out of the building. Jett huffs and puffs as he struggles to reach ground again, his mind going crazy as he thinks of a way to get inside. Once his feet land on the concrete sidewalk, he huffs and walks away, hands smoothing his gray suit. He walks a little to the right and quickly turns around, just to change charge right into the security guards again.

"Oh hey boys, nice yard you have," he nervously laughs, waving his goodbyes and sulks away. He stops at the edge of his car just to turn around and look at the hotel again.

Argh! James Isaac Diamond you better pray you don't have the life to get out of that hotel, because once you step out of there, me, Jett Anthony Stetson is going to directly ship you to the devil if it's the last thing I DO!

"There," Logan says as he finishes wiping the last piece of object in James' room. He can't believe James has so much food dispose around the room considering the man didn't even leave the room once to buy groceries for an entire week. He chuckles, thinking that maybe he has discover James' secret room, the place where all the miracles happen – the place where James does his magic. He stands there, a huge grin on his face as he admires his work, the place clean and sparkling – not a piece of food anywhere within sight. He takes off his cleaning gloves and places the cleaning supplies back into the cabinet under the sink before walking towards James.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Logan asks as he takes the white cloth (this time he double checks that it is definitely a piece of rag) off James' forehead. He turns to rinse it thoroughly with cold water in a water basin he has prepared earlier, before placing it back on James' forehead, hoping it will cool the fever down.

"…w - water…" James mumbles as he lashes around the couch. He can't stop sweating and it's just disgusting. He feels hot, burning hot, and awfully dry. He feels someone heaving him up and pressing something cold to his mouth. His lips barely part and cold liquid is pour into his mouth, the coldness slowly moving down his throat and down, down, down….

"James go slower, you're going to choke!" Logan warns as he removes the cup from James' mouth, his left arm slightly shaking from holding James up too long. He guides James down, hand gently scraping across James' cheek. He can feel James' skin burning against his and he decides to call for help.

"Hello, Room Service?"

"Yes, hello Mr. Diamond. How may I help you?"

"I need a doctor… and did you just call me Mr. Diamond?"

"Ah yes... Mr. Diamond, I will be calling the hotel doctor to come up to your room. He will be there as soon as possible."

"Ah thanks. Um, why did you call me Mr. Diamond?"

"Ah sir, you are the fiancé of Mr. James Diamond right? This hotel is for married couples only, and if you and Mr. James Diamond aren't getting married, I'm afraid I must escort the both of you out."

Logan opens his mouth to protest, to say no, to tell the person that this is all a mistake. Just where is this place and why is James suddenly his soon to be husband? He doesn't even know the guy enough to be his boyfriend! What has Camille gotten him into? He looks towards James, seeing his breath quicken and he quickly changes his mind.

"I am! I'm just not use to it yet. Um so, a doctor please. Thank you."

"Right away sir," and Logan sighs in relief as he hangs up. He can't believe this is a hotel for couples! Does this mean James actually has a fiance which the hotel members mistaken him as the one or is this the perfect hiding place to write his story? Maybe he should call Camille.

He picks up James' phone and dials Camille's number just to reach her voice mail. He shakes his head and looks at James.

Guess he just has to be Mr. Logan Diamond until he can figure out his next step.

So yeah… I made things complicated. But James needs peace and quiet? LOL

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