I've been ignoring this story for over a year.

Please don't hurt me.

I love you?

This is a background chapter revolving around Logan, just a little introduction to his personality and crap.

I promise next chapter Kendall and Logan will meet.

Side Note: James used to live in Texas up until the age of sixteen when he moved to California to follow his dreams of becoming a actor, that's how he knows Logan. They stayed in touch all these years.

Side Note: Yes I did use the names of two guys I used to like. I wish Logan had been there to tell me how fucking stupid I fucking was.

Kendall was late to the meeting. Like really fucking late. James and Carlos sat in the conference room at the studio nervously, sitting across from a very young, very intimidating man with pushed back dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, and sour expression on his handsome face. He was wearing a pressed black suite and he rolled his eyes every few minutes and tapped his foot constantly.

Well Carlos was nervous. James was just grinning at the uptight young man, who was trying to ignore James' giant grin.

"Nice suit Loges." James commented.

Logan glared at him, lips pursing. "Fuck off Jamie."

"Did you really just bring that name up?" James demanded after a moment of glaring across the table at each other.

"You started it, idiot." Logan reminded him, rolling his eyes. Carlos was beginning to really like this guy, so much sass. So much attitude. So much I-don't-give-a-fuck behavior. It was almost heavenly.

"I like your attitude dude," Carlos told him.

Logan raised a single eyebrow at him. "What attitude would that be exactly?"

James and Carlos both looked at each other, and rolled their eyes at the sometime. Logan took this time to flip threw his phone with an aggravated sigh, running his other hand threw his pushed back hair in aggravation. It was a common thing, James knew, he had been doing it his entire life, even when his hair was almost covering up his eyes in high school and he had his hair spiked up in college resulting to gell slicked fingers and disheveled spikes constantly. And as he knew he would, he took a tissue from his pocket and wiped the slimy substance off his fingers in distaste.

Logan wasn't a snot, he didn't look down on other people, he wasn't full of himself, he was just very clean. And kind of uptight when it came to work. But mostly clean.

And maybe the guy needed a bit of an attitude adjustment, but he got along well enough just the way he was without it. Logan had always been mature, always been smarter than most people. He had been the most polite five year old in the fucking world, and he didn't care much for childish things as a kid, didn't see the value in them. Sure he played, did all the things normal kids did. It was more when it came to those childish feelings stuff kids did.

He had a habit of finding most of his classmates ridiculous and thinking they were all….well fucking stupid as hell to say the least.

For example when James and Logan were in elementary school, these girls had been jabbering on and on about how cute some boy in their class was and Logan had walked up to them, looking completely annoyed and told them.

"What's the point of liking him? It's not like he's gonna like you back just because you like him."

And in middle school.

"Jewels is going to tell Jacob she loves him."

"What's the point? Twelve year olds are too young to understand love. She'll be "out of love" within a week."

And in high school.

"I love Johnny so much. I wanna spend the rest of my life with him."

"Well what's the point in wishing that? You're in high school for god sakes, relationships in high school hardly last more than a year after graduation. People barely ever find love in college, this isn't the real world, and this is an insignificant high school in some hick town in Texas."

He hadn't said to be a jackass, he wasn't saying it to be mean, and he had simply said it so people would understand they were wasting their youth with all this falling over people you're not even going to remember in a few years bullshit.

But since all their peers were "dicksheads with the intelligence of a baby monkey dropped on their heads three times a day" no one seemed to realize he was simply doing it out of the kindness of his own heart.

And no Logan wasn't like this because he had been young and naive once and gotten his heartbroken by some girl he was in love with, he was like this because one, he was simply smart enough to realize these things at an early age, that life was filled with disappointments, that life hardly ever went the way you wanted, that life wasn't fair, that love was a very rare thing, and two these things were confirmed at a young age when his father cheated on his mom and they got divorced when he was five.

These things didn't center his life of course though, he dated, he had been in relationships, he had cared for people greatly, he had been broken up with, and broken up with other people. It didn't fuck him up; it just made him aware of what could happen.

That made him more mature then people his age, hell he was often more mature then his mother and father and step parents. He got along better with his grandparents because he was more at their mental level.

Logan was wise in other words; he just didn't know how to display this wisdom in a proper way.

Which resulted in him seemingly having a bad attitude problem.

Which he kind of did, but then again that was just a natural part of his personality, it helped him with his job, made people more intimidated by him, made it easier to get people to listen to him.

As for the clean part, well his dad came from a long line of marines so cleanliness had always been expected in his house, causing him to have a very severe case of OCD. Not so severe that he would start twitching and rolling around on the floor if something was misplaced, but more of a annoyed little twitch in the back of his brain when something was out of its place.

Like at the moment, he was finding it difficult not to reach over and adjust the papers that Carlos had laid out in front of him, papers that him and Kendall were supposed to sign. But of course the blond was running late.

Logan punctual person, so he was used to people being late to meetings, but this was ridiculous, the artist was over an hour late and wasn't returning any of James or Carlos' calls or texts. Logan rubbed at his temples angrily, and took the Tylenol James was offering him. He let the pills fall cleanly down his throat and swallowed thickly, ignoring the water that sat in front of him.

"Is he always this late?" Logan demanded, elbows on the table, eyes clenched, fingers rubbing his temples.

"No usually. Dude, why do you have a headache?" James questioned, shifting threw some papers.

"Because annoying people make me sick." Logan replied.

"Did you just imply I'm annoying Logan Mitchell?"

"I didn't imply anything; I'm saying you're annoying."

"I'm injured." James told him, pouting.

"Sadly that injury wasn't on your voice box." Logan replied, fingers pressing harshly into his temples.

Carlos was just about to burst into tears from holding his laughter in for too long when the conference room door opened and Kendall walked in dressed in sweatpants and hair died with purple streaks, flipping through his phone and not paying attention to anything, almost knocking a lamp over due to this.

Logan slammed his head against the desktop and groaned in disappear.

What the fuck had he gotten himself into?

I was basically Logan as a child. And even more so now.

Hope you all enjoyed this update, if anyone's even reading this story anymore.

Review my loves.

Lots of love,

Sarah

PS. Im a dyslexic bitch who took literally ten minutes figuring out how to spell punctual.