(Kendall's POV)

I walked into 2J after finishing a morning swim and noticed a delicious smell emanating from the kitchen. Hmm. Smells like mom's making lunch.

At the sound of my rumbling stomach, my feet automatically started to walk towards the aroma. What I saw next kind of threw me off guard. Logan's making lunch? I don't think I've ever seen him cook before.

With his back facing me and his face in the oven, totally preoccupied with his work (because that's just way he is), he hadn't noticed my entrance. So, I just stood for a few minutes admiring my amazingly, wonderful boyfriend. It took all my will power not to run up to him and kiss him senseless right there.

After about 5 minutes of not saying anything, he still hadn't seen me standing there, so I decided to get his attention.

Moving very stealthily across the tile floor of the apartment, I came to stand behind and wrapped my arms around his waist. He let a little startled gasp and tensed up a little, but after only a second, he relaxed against my touch.

"I thought I told you not scare me like that," he whispered as he laid his head against my shoulder.

"Mmm, you did," I said, placing little kisses all along his neck, "but I wasn't scaring you," kiss, "I was surprising you." kiss, "Those are two totally different actions."

He let a small moan of pleasure, "Yea. Just keep making up excuses," he said, even though he was making no effort to refuse my gentle caresses, or even try to sound even the slightest bit upset with me. He shifted in my arms, turning around to face me. Pressing his hands against my chest, he placed a gentle, chaste kiss to my awaiting lips.

As he pulled away, I grinned, "So, I guess that this means you forgive me?"

"Yes, you're forgiven, but now you're just distracting me," he said sniffing the air behind him. "And if lunch is ruined, it's your fault."

"Aw, don't sweat it, Logie-bear. We could just order take out, cuddle up on the couch and watch your favorite movie," I said as seductively as I possibly could.

Apparently it didn't quite have the effect I wanted, "But, Kenny," Logan said, giving me his puppy dog face he had picked from spending to much time with Katie, "I worked really hard on this meal. I'd hate for it to go to waste." He just had to stick out that pouty bottom lip of his.

I rolled my eyes, I was a total sucker that look, "Alright, what do you need me to do to help?"

His face lit up like a kid's on Christmas morning as he started explaining what I was supposed to do. I started slicing up the rest of the vegetables for the soup he had going. Throwing the occasional glance Logan's way, I began to think about what we had gone through to get to where we were today. It hadn't been easy...

Flashback - 14 months ago

I sat on the orange couch surfing the channels on a quiet Saturday afternoon, thankful that Gustavo had given us a day off to just relax. James had said he was going to go work on his tan, since he hadn't had the chance for a week because of all the rehearsals. Carlos said he was going to the pool too, something about trying out a new dive he had invented to see how many people he could soak at one time. Logan had just simply stated that he was going to look for Camille, and Mom and Katie were out 'bonding' for the afternoon. I was all alone in 2J. Sometimes I enjoyed the time to myself.

I only seemed to get about 20 minutes before I was suddenly startled by the door to the apartment slamming so hard that picture frames on the wall shuddered in response.

I turned to see Logan running into the bedroom that we shared. I hadn't been sure, but I could have sworn I saw tears streaming down his face. I turned the television off and jumped up to chase after him.

When I walked into our room, I was faced with the most depressing sight I had ever seen. Logan was curled up on his bead, screaming and sobbing into his pillow. I heard a muffled, "I can't believe this," and, "How could she?"

I walked over to his bed, and felt it sink as I sat down next him. I placed a hesitant hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him as only a best friend could. "Logan, what happened?"

He turned to sit up and face me with puffy, red eyes. He tried to stifle back another sob as he spoke, "C-Camille, she...I-I saw her...and then h-he...a-and she k-kissed b-back." He started sobbing harder again. Even though he hadn't formed a coherent sentence, I understood what he meant; Camille had cheated on him.

"Are you sure she hadn't just been rehearsing for a role?" I asked, trying to make him feel a little better. "You know what kind of a method actress she can be." He just sat there trying to breathe at a normal pace.

He had calmed down enough that he could finally get the words out, "N-nobody is that good of an actor, so I c-confronted her about it, a-and she said it was over. S-she didn't even seem s-sorry about it." As he spoke, another single tear rolled down his cheek. Without thinking, I just reached up and wiped the tear away with my thumb, letting it linger there just a few seconds longer before I dropped my hand.

"I tried my b-best not to break d-down in front of her, b-but I lost control in the elevator. Thankfully n-nobody was around," he said while attempting to smile. It was just so pathetic that it was adorable.

Wait, where did that come from?

I had never thought about Logan as adorable. He was my best friend...and a dude. I'm not gay. And neither is he. We both have had many girlfriends. It came with being in a famous boy band.

Before I could realize what I was doing, I leaned in to wrap Logan in a tight, friendly, embrace. But the feelings of warmth that spread through me at his touch were anything but friendly. And in that moment, wrapped up in his arms, it seemed like time just stood still, and nothing else mattered.

A week and a half after the incident with Camille, I started noticing different things about Logan. Like, how cute he was in the morning before he had the chance to fix his hair, and how he bit his lip and scrunched his face when he was trying really hard to concentrate on something. I had to stop myself from biting my lip at the same time. It would probably help if I wouldn't glance up at him every few minutes while we were working on our homework for Miss Collins.

Thankfully, Carlos came into the room, currently avoiding his work, and said that we had to go to Rocque Records to rehearse some dances for our next show. That should hopefully take my mind of Logan for at least a few hours.

Oh, how wrong I was.

All through the dances, he was all I could focus on. I started tripping over my own feet, and forgetting my next move or position. Gustavo was totally loosing his patience, and he started yelling at me, "Dog number 1, pull yourself together, or you're going to be here until midnight!"

Kelly jumped in before his head could explode, "Guys, just take a 5 minute break, then we can run the dance again."

I collapsed against the wall with my hands in head. This was ridiculous, I should have been able to handle myself around Logan. I mean we've been best friends since kindergarten.

"Kendall, what's going on with you, man?" the man in question asks.

I couldn't even look him in the eyes as I answered, "I don't know. I guess I'm just distracted."

He clapped his hand on my shoulder, not even realizing what that single touch did to me, "Look, I know you and Jo have been having some hard times, but you've gotta focus 'cause I don't want to be here all night." Little did he know that he was the object of my distraction, not Jo.

I agreed and rose to my feet, only be to captured by his arms in a comforting hug. And it was everything I could do to not turn my head just a few inches and seize his lips in a hungry kiss.

When Gustavo had us come back to run the dance again, my body went on automatic and just got through the dances without much help from me.

After we got back to the Palm Woods about 2 hours later, I went up to the apartment and straight into the bathroom to take a shower. I stood under stream of water, just letting it wash away the tension I was feeling.

Just as I was beginning to finally relax, I heard banging on the door and a very irritated James yelling on the other side, "Come on, Kendall. You've been in there for 30 minutes now, and you know there is a very long process I have to go through to get ready for bed. I don't look this amazing naturally," he rambled.

I let my breath in a huff, "Just a minute, James. I'm almost done." I heard him stomp away down the hall. I turned the water off and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my hips. I walked out the door with barely enough to get out of James' way as he plowed his way into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.

I made my way into mine and Logan's room, which was empty at the present time. I walked to my dresser to grab a pair of boxers. I had just enough time to pull them on before I heard the door knob squeak from being turned.

I spun on my heels towards the door to notice Logan coming in the room, biting his lip because he was so caught up in reading the book he was holding.

"Hey, Kendall. You should totally read this book. It's really..." he trailed off as he finally looked up, eyes raking up and down my entire frame before his eyes met mine in an intense stare, his mouth agape.

I wonder what's up with him? He's never reacted this way before.

"Logan, why are you look-" Before I could register what was happening, I was cut off by Logan's lips pressed hard against mine. I was too shocked to respond at first, but after a few moments I was kissing him back. His hands snaking there way around my waist, and rubbing small circles on my back.

My hands found there way up under the hem of his t-shirt, as I felt his tongue slide across my bottom lip, requesting entrance, which I granted without a second's thought. We were exploring each others mouths like this was the only chance we were ever going to get.

When the need for air became too much, I unwillingly pulled away, and rested my forehead against the shorter boy's in front of me. Breathing heavily, I asked, "What was that for? Not that I'm complaining, I quite enjoyed it."

"I've been wanting to do that for the past week," Logan says with a mile-wide grin on his face.

Shock. That's all I felt. Did he really just say what I think he said? "You have? I thought I was the only one holding in these feelings."

"You're not the only one who thought that." I grinned as he gently kissed me again. "So what are we going to do about this now?"

Instead of answering, I just decided to do what I have wanted to do all week long. I pushed Logan up against our bedroom wall, and claimed his lips hungrily with my own. I began to trail across his jaw line and down his neck, and he let out a groan in response.

"So does this make us official then?" he asked as I continued to pepper his neck with kisses.

I stopped and looked into his dark-brown eyes, "Nothing would make me happier," I said as he rested his forehead against me shoulder. I spent the rest of the afternoon just holding Logan against my chest, not willing to ever let go.