James spoke to the hospital in the morning, and they told him that Kendall was set to leave around 2pm. Luckily he didn't have to work that day, so he was able to set it up with them that he could give Kendall a ride home. Logan decided to stay home though, since had another plan.
"Can you call Carlos for me?" he asked James as they were getting dressed in the morning. He was bent over the bathroom sink, washing his face.
"Yeah sure, how come?"
"I think he should be here when Kendall comes home," said Logan. He dabbed his face dry with a towel and handed it to James. "I know Kendall isn't sure about getting back together with him, but they can make it work."
"You think so?"
"Uh huh!"
"Well okay, if you say so." James took out his phone and dialed up Carlos. As it was ringing, he handed it to Logan. "Just hold it like this."
"I got it," Logan said. He held the phone to his ear.
"Hey James," Carlos answered groggily.
"Hi! It's Logan, actually."
"Oh, hey dude. What's up?"
"Did I wake you?"
"Yeah but it's cool. Everything okay?"
"Kendall is coming home today."
"Ah…"
"James is going to pick him up around…James, when are you getting him?"
"Like 2," James said, looking in the mirror whilst he combed his hair.
"Like 2," Logan told Carlos. "And I want you to be here when they arrive."
"How come?"
"Well I think you can patch it up with him," Logan said confidently.
"Did you talk to him about it? Does he want to take me back?"
"Err, he isn't sure, but I think you can manage it."
"Hmmm okay."
"So will you? Will you come?"
"Alright," Carlos said. "I'll be there in time."
"Yaay!" Logan grinned. "I'll see you in the afternoon."
"Okay man, talk to you later."
The phone hung up and he handed it back to James, who shoved it in his rear pocket. "Think it'll work out well?" James asked.
"You already asked me and you know my answer," Logan sneered cutely. James pecked him on the cheek real quick.
"I know," he said. "Just teasing."
"Mhhmmm," Logan hummed. He stuck out the tip of his tongue at James.
"Is that an invitation?"
"To what?"
"This…" James put his hands on the back of Logan's head and pulled him close. He tilted his head and leaned in for a warm kiss. Their lips smacked together, making wet, popping noises, and Logan couldn't help but melt a little with a sighing moan.
"So first day of Spring, huh?" James whispered once the kiss was broken.
"I like it."
"Me, too."
"Can we read a little?"
"Oh. Yeah, sure." He scooped up Logan's hand and dragged him off to the bedroom. "Blind Man?"
"Uh huh."
"Alright." James picked up the soft novel on the nightstand and flopped back onto the bed. He pulled Logan into his lap and began to read. The story was taking an interesting twist. Once it had been established that the boy had dreamt of being a painter, only to have it tarnished by his blindness, he started to befriend an elderly couple next door. The woman took a particular fondness to him, and she was trying her best to convince him to leave the house.
"It's a lot like me," Logan remarked in the middle of James's reading.
"Yeah it is."
"I don't think he falls in love with Mrs. Lockhart, though."
"Heheh probably not. Do you like the story?"
"Oh yeah, I really do!" Logan cheered. He snuggled back against James a little more. "And I like hearing you read it to me."
"You're so sweet, Logan," James said.
They read for some more time, but then they got up and had breakfast together. It would be nice to have Kendall back of course, but the extra privacy would be missed.
Eventually the time came for James to head out and get Kendall.
"Carlos will be here when you come back, so…" Logan said. He was on the living room couch, planning to get a little more "writing" done while James was out.
"Okay that's fine. Should I tell Kendall?"
"No. He shouldn't have time alone to think about it. I want them to realize they need it each other right here."
"Man with the plan, huh?" James teased. He put his coat on and picked up his car keys. "You really seem to have this strategy worked out to the T."
"They need each other!" Logan squeaked. "I can tell! Kendall can be crabby and he's been having a hard time, and Carlos can be a little careless…but they belong together. I can sense their destiny."
"Heheh alright, whatever you say." The taller young man leaned over Logan and kissed him briefly on the lips. "Be good."
"I will!" Logan smiled. Once James left, he went back to the word processor and began to dictate another memory into it.
After my daring feat at the jungle gym, I walked home with my mother, wearing a proud smile across my face. She squeezed my hand and giggled at the way I carried myself.
"That was very brave of you!" she said.
"Uh huh! But I did it, didn't I, mama?"
"You sure did. And that nice little boy helped you too, right?"
"Yes."
"Is he a friend of yours?"
"No. That's the first I ever seen him."
Mom looked straight ahead and smiled wistfully. She sighed to herself and said, "Some people are destined for great things in life."
"Oh?" I asked, basically not understanding what she was talking about. This conversation was a bit too advanced for me.
"And some people are destined to inspire those people." She looked down at me again and winked. I didn't know what she meant. "Did you thank that boy?"
"No, he went away real fast."
Logan shut off the machine and lay down on the sofa. He curled up and tried to remember more of what happened on that day. His mother's words were still in his mind. Some people are destined for great things in life, he thought. And some people are destined to inspire those people. Where did Logan fit in? Was he supposed to do great things, or was he supposed to inspire them? He wasn't sure, but he certainly wished he could talk to his mother still. He wished he could introduce her to James. He wished they could have holiday dinners with both of their families. But before he thoughts could carry him away and further, someone knocked on the door.
"Logan?" he heard Carlos call out.
"Come in," Logan said. The door swung open and the Latino boy came in. He walked over to the sofa and well, waved, like an idiot.
"How are you?" Carlos asked.
"I'm good. What about you?"
"Ehhh…"
"Ready to see Kendall?"
"Yeah I guess so. Man. I dunno." Carlos sat down on the sofa next to him and sat back. "I love him. Yeah. I'll always love him. Guess it just depends on how he acts."
"You can do it!" Logan cheered. "I believe in you."
"You're so sweet," Carlos said. He looked at Logan and smiled. "How did you get so sweet, dude?"
Logan shrugged.
"So how has James been?"
"Good. He's good."
"The sex?"
"Good," Logan followed with a devilish grin. "James takes care of me in the bedroom, too."
"That's awesome!" Carlos said. "Do you have like a BDSM thing going?"
"What's that?"
"Like bondage. Uhhh…" Carlos scratched his head. "Like he's dominant and you're submissive."
"Not sure I know what that means, sorry."
"You do everything he says."
"Oh, no. If I don't want to do something, he won't do it."
"Alright. I thought maybe you gave up all control to him."
"Maybe a little. I do trust him, you know. I trust him completely."
"Hmmmmm," Carlos thought. He folded his arms now. "I think there's more of a dynamic here than you realize!"
"How so?" Logan asked, filled with curiosity. He wasn't sure what Carlos meant, but it was interesting nonetheless.
"James takes care of you. You give up control by putting your life in his control. Huh? Is that right? You get pleasure from letting him lead you."
"I guess," Logan said. Carlos seemed to be right. "But I have no other choice."
"Well yeah, but you don't have to enjoy it. You like how he guides you."
"I do…is that okay?"
"Uh huh it's fine. It's cute. It's…hot. Heheh. But maybe you just want him to be able to trust you for once?"
"What do you mean?"
"I dunno. It is what it is. You want him to trust you, maybe just once. Just once."
"Maybe."
The front door opened once more, and this time James and Kendall came walking in. Carlos looked up quickly and caught Kendall's eyes while James went off into the kitchen.
"Oh," Kendall said. He froze in his step. "Hey."
"Yo," Carlos answered softly.
"Nice to see you," the blond said halfheartedly.
"Yeah. How are ya feelin'?" Carlos asked. Kendall shrugged and slowly stepped over to the sofa. Logan sat up with a little grin on his face.
"I'm alright," Kendall said, nodding. "What about you? How are you?"
"Gonna be a cop soon," the Latino said rather nonchalantly. He gave a thumbs up and blew a raspberry.
"How does a guy like you become a cop?" James asked teasingly.
"What do you mean?" Carlos squaked.
"You're so dingy."
"Oh ya, like you aren't. Hmmmm."
"Shhhhh!" James hissed. He stuck his tongue out at Carlos before disappearing behind the door of the fridge.
"Yeah whatever. Anyway. I'm gonna be a cop soon, just like papi."
"That's cool," Kendall said. "Uhh…"
"Huh?" Carlos asked.
Logan stumbled up to his feet. "I think we should leave you guys alone," he said quietly. "James?"
"Yes. Yes, I agree." James quickly ran over to Logan and snatched him away. They slipped off into their room.
"What do you think will…"
"Shh!" Logan hissed. He put his ear up against the bedroom door. "I want to hear what happens!"
"Okay, okay," James whispered.
"I'm uh, sorry, man," Carlos said on the other side of the door.
"It's alright," Kendall said. He sighed. "My fault for yelling I guess."
"Oooo but I shoulda been nicer though. I'm sorry."
"I said it's alright."
"I missed you. I worried about you."
"You did?" Kendall asked after swallowing hard.
"Yeah of course, dude. I don't like being away from you."
"Ohhh…"
"Take me back?" Carlos asked and Kendall fell silent. They didn't say anything for a few moments. "Um? Well?"
"Yes."
Carlos sighed in relief and suddenly fell all over Kendall. They embraced tightly and held onto each other in a silent understanding. Kendall kissed the top of Carlos's head and then nuzzled him.
Back in the bedroom, Logan smiled to himself. "Good," he whispered.
"Hmm?" James asked.
"We pulled it off."
