A/N: Welcome! I want to start by saying thanks for clicking on this story. I know the pairing has never been done in a multi-chapter fic so I figured I should give it a shot. I've actually been typing this for a while and I'm starting this thing where I post longer chapters. This story has me so scared because I love it so much and the pairing has never been done before but the plot is just so amazing. I would like to think this story as sort of homage to all the side characters that are rarely used as main characters like Guitar Dude. But for that reason, no one knows his first name. I think it's said in the show but I'm too lazy to look for it so his name will be John. I hope you guys will like this story. ENJOY! :D

Logan's POV

My heart was racing as I walked up to this germ breeding ground known as public school. I never wanted to walk into a place like this.

At first, I thought I would never come here but the other night my parents broke the news to me. I didn't know how to react. I wanted to cry and I did a little, knowing that the life of home schooling would be over. I spent most of the night filling my messenger bag with cleaning supplies. It was mostly wipes, napkins, and hand sanitizer.

I clutched my bag as I walked into the school. I was happy that I didn't have to touch the door. I wish it was the first day of school for everyone else, that way everyone wouldn't be moving around and I wouldn't feel so out of place.

I went into the office where the lady at the front desk gave me my schedule. I really didn't want to touch it but I grabbed it anyway, not wanting to upset her. She already looked like she didn't want to be here.

I didn't blame her, this place is filled with germs and rude children. I looked at it and headed to what my first period class would be. The bell for school to begin rang and all of the students that were outside and in the cafeteria flooded the hallways. They were all walking close together and touching and rubbing as they past each other. I really didn't want anyone touching me with their germ covered hands. I stepped out of the doorway and put my hands in my pockets.

As I made my way down the hall I was moving away from as much people as possible. I closed my eyes for a brief moment when someone touched my side as they passed me. It seemed like they didn't really notice it but I sure did. I really wanted to just be at home and in my room.

Nothing in this place seemed like it was clean. I was trying to focus on the numbers on the top of the door but I really couldn't. There was just so many germ covered teenagers coming really close to me. A couple of them seemed like they didn't bathe at all. I finally made it to my class and there were a couple of people in it.

The teacher greeted me at the door but she didn't tell me where to sit. I opted for the one closest to the door, knowing that they seemed to favor the back corner away from the door. I sat down but didn't touch the desk.

It looked disgusting. It looked like the teacher just wiped it off with a napkin or something. It had a sticky spot in the corner which was probably crawling with those tiny demons. I reached into my bag and pulled out a wipe and began sanitizing the desk.

A couple of people gave me a weird look as they walked in but I ignored them. I made sure I scrubbed the sticky spot that was black from all of the dirt. I got it off and didn't dare to look at the wipe as I got up and threw it in the trash. I sat back down and took out my notebook and two pencils before putting on some hand sanitizer.

I waited for the teacher to begin and when she finally did she had to stop to get the rest of the class to be quiet. The same thing happened in the next two of my classes. I had to clean the desk, people stared at me, and the teacher spent most of their time getting the rest of the class to calm down.

I noticed that they gave me a locker, but there was no way I was going to use that. The teachers also gave me textbooks. I had to touch those germ filled things that so many people have used before. I have no idea where they've been. I was just happy that they were small books. I also had the whole hallway touching thing to deal with.

It got worse when I walked into the lunch room. Everyone was walking around with food in their hands. Some of them throwing it at each other while others stuffed their faces. I noticed that some of them were getting their lunches and going out of the side doors. It looked like there was a court yard out there where the students could eat.

Even though I would choose eating inside rather than outside, I was pretty sure that outside was cleaner than this place. I had to pay attention to where I stepped because some of the students got food on the floor. I followed someone out and when they pushed the door open I slipped through before it could close.

Outside was way cleaner than inside. I walked around and noticed that it seemed like this was the part of school that was outside. They had some things that looked like class rooms all the way at the end. There were tables out here too but they were either extremely dirty or occupied by a group of students. I found one that was close to a tree. I realized that no one sat over there because the tree was dropping leaves on the table. It was better than the ones covered with dirt and bird poop.

I made my way over and saw that there was a guy eating his lunch while he was sitting on the ground with his guitar next to him. I took a napkin and plucked off all of the tree leaves before taking out a wipe and wiping the small table off as well as the seat. I sat down and took out my lunch that I packed last night. I had a few bags of different fruit that I cleaned off.

I saw my mother had packed a sandwich but I wasn't going to eat since it was late in the day and it hasn't been refrigerated this whole time so it was probably crawling with germs. I took it and sat it a few inches away from me and used a wipe for my hands before I began to eat my fruit in silence.

Well, that is until I saw someone heading over towards me. He smiled at me as he sat down and I remembered that he was the guy that was sitting on the ground with the guitar.

"You know if the janitors cleaned the tables like you just did then, they would probably win an award for cleanest school." He told me and I blushed at his compliment.

"I'm John but everyone calls me Guitar Dude."

"Guitar Dude?"

"Yeah, because I'm always with my guitar."

"Oh." I said, feeling a little stupid as he held up the guitar.

"I would shake your hand but you just went through all of that cleaning and I don't want to ruin it." I thought that was nice of him to take what I did into consideration.

"You don't mind me strumming here a bit do you?" He asked me.

I shook my head and began to strum his guitar. He was strumming something I've never heard of before. I was listening closely to see if I could figure out the song. When he finished he ran his hand through his long shaggy brunette hair.

"I've never heard that before, did you write it?" I asked him and he nodded.

"Yeah, it's just something I made up for me and my friends to sing to but they don't have this lunch today."

"You sing? Can you maybe sing something right now?" He nodded his head and smiled at me before he began to strum and sing.

"Could there be a possibility, I'm trying to say what's up, Cause I'm made for you, and you for me, Baby now is time for us, Shall I give it all together, But enough is enough, They say we're too young for love, But I'm catching feelings, catching feelings."

His voice sounded amazing and I blushed at the lyrics while he seemed to do the same. He was looking at me the whole time he sung it. It felt like he was singing it to me but I didn't want to believe it.

"That was really good." I told him.

"Thanks." He said and there was a silence as I went back to eating.

"If you don't mind me asking, what is wrong with you?"

"Excuse me?"

"No, I meant, you just seem way too perfect. There has to be something wrong with you. What do you have four nipples or something?" He asked me. I laughed at how silly he sounded while I blushed because he said that I was perfect.

I shook my head at him before saying, "I'm not perfect and no I don't have four nipples. I...um...when I was little something happened and now I have this fear of germs."

"OCD?" He asked and I nodded, blushing in embarrassment.

"Oh, well, that kind of makes you better."

"How?" I wanted to know.

"Because now I know that you are extremely clean. I still don't see any flaws. I doubt you have any." He said and I blushed again at his compliment. The bell rang and I gathered my things before putting them in my bag.

"Well, I'll catch you later..."

"Logan."

"Logan, right. See ya." He said before he left.

I couldn't stop smiling because of him. He was the only person here that didn't treat me like I was weird. And he called me perfect. I headed to my last class with a smile on my face. By now I didn't care about people giving me weird looks.

Someone thought I was perfect and that's all that matters.

"So how was your day, Logan?" My therapist Kelly asked me as I sat down.

"In the beginning it was terrible."

"Oh, yeah, that's right. You had your first day of school today."

"Yes and it was crawling with germs."

"What did you do?"

"Last night, I filled my bag with wipes and napkins and stuff."

"Logan, please tell me that you didn't clean everything."

"No, I just cleaned everything I touched." I told her, looking down in embarrassment.

"Logan, you know you have to make progress." She scolded.

"I am making progress." I retorted.

"How?"

"Well...um...I haven't been using a large amount of hand sanitizer."

"I guess some progress is better than none." She said, sighing.

"Did anything else happen today? Do you like your classes?" She asked.

"I seem to know everything that the class talks about when it comes to the work, so I guess that's good. Oh, and I met someone today."

"Really, who was it?" Kelly said, perking up a bit.

"His name is John but everyone calls him Guitar Dude."

"I see you're blushing now. Does someone have a little crush?" Kelly asked me, smiling.

"He's really nice and cute. He sung to me and even told me I was perfect and flawless."

"Really? It sounds like he's into you too. Did you tell him about your OCD?" Kelly asked and I nodded.

"That's the best part. When I told him he didn't treat me differently. He respected my cleaning and didn't judge me. He said that he would shake my hand but he didn't want to ruin my cleaning. Then he strummed his guitar some and he is really good. He also told me that he can sing. His voice was amazing and I could've sworn that he was singing to me."

"What song did he sing?"

"It was...um, Justin Bieber's song Catching Feelings." She smiled at me and I knew she was thinking the same thing I was earlier.

"Can you sing some of it for me?" She asked.

"Sure." I said before I began to sing.

"Could there be a possibility, I'm trying to say what's up, Cause I'm made for you, and you for me, Baby now is time for us, Shall I give it all together, But enough is enough, They say we're too young for love, But I'm catching feelings, catching feelings." Kelly was smiling at me when the song was over and I couldn't help but blush in embarrassment.

"Logan you have a really nice voice. I don't know why you won't try out for a singing competition or something."

"Are you kidding? Those mics are filthy and I don't want to put that anywhere near my mouth."

"Logan."

"I know, I know, I have to get over my fear of germs if I want to have a good life because my fear stops me from doing things." I said what she's told me multiple times.

"Well, a good thing is, I've been seeing you since you were eight and I've never seen you this happy."

"Yeah, he was really nice."

"And anyone who accepts you for who you are, they're good in my book. Have you told your parents yet?"

"Kelly, we've talked about this."

"So you know how I feel about this subject. They aren't going to treat you any different Logan, they love you for who you are. Not to mention, if you're having feelings for this boy you're going to have to tell your parents at some point."

"I know." I said, looking down.

"And talking about today with them could be a start."

"I guess."

"Tell me what happens on Wednesday."

"Wednesday? What about tomorrow."

"Logan, I've decided that you don't need to see me everyday. I've rescheduled our meetings to just Monday, Wednesday, and Friday."

"And the weekends?"

"No more of those. You are going to be fine but come see me if you feel like it's an emergency, okay."

"Okay." I said, standing up and heading towards the door. Kelly spoke with my mom about what we talked about and basically told her about the changing of the schedule.

"Where's Dad?" I asked her when she came out.

"You're making progress!" She said loudly, reaching to give me a kiss.

"Mom!" I yelled, moving out of the way.

"I guess not that much progress." She said frowning that I wouldn't kiss her. I groaned before leaning over and kissing her cheek. She smiled as she walked out of the building.

"So what do you want for dinner?" She asked as we got into the car.

"I don't know. Where's Dad at?"

"He had to go back to the Hospital for some emergency."

"Is he going to be back before dinner?" I asked her.

"I don't know. Why?"

"No reason." I said, looking away from her and out the window. We drove in silence all the way to the house. I grabbed my things and reached to open the door.

"Oh my goodness you are progressing." She squealed as I got out of the car.

I only did that for her. It was killing me inside. It almost felt like I could feel the germs from so many people's hands crawling onto mine. When she walked to the house I reached in my bag and grabbed a wipe. She opened the door and I followed her, closing it behind me with the hand that held the wipe.

"I know you have a wipe in your hand, Logan." She said as she cut on the kitchen light.

"You know you don't have to do that just to please me. I don't have a problem with you wiping down everything before you touch it, you know that."

"I know I just thought that it would sort of make you happy."

"Logan, you don't have to do things just to please me. I love you for who you are and if you need to wipe things down and make sure they're clean before you come in contact with it then it's fine with me." I just smiled at her because Kelly was right about my parents.

"Less cleaning for me." She joked as she began to prepare dinner.

"So what are we having?" I asked her.

"Well, since you never answered me I figured I'd just make some chicken with sides. Don't worry, I'll make sure everything is clean before I even think about cooking it."

"Shouldn't you always?"

"I do, I just wanted to let you know." She said, chuckling a bit as she took out the chicken and began to clean them.

"Oh, well, I'm going to go take a shower."

I headed upstairs to my room and took off my shoes and clothes at the door. I put my shoes next to the door and threw my clothes in the dirty clothes hamper that was by the door. I took out the germ filled books that the teachers gave me and sat them by my shoes outside of my room to clean them later. I went to my closet and grabbed my towel before heading to the bathroom that was connected to my room.

That's one of the things I loved about this house. I didn't have to go to a germ filled bathroom that everyone else used. This bathroom was only used by me. I turned on the shower and waited until the water got the right temperature before hanging my towel up on the rack that's next to it. I stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind me. I began to scrub my skin clean, making sure to cover every spot.

A few minutes later when I was finished and stepped out of the shower, I could hear the sound of the front door closing. That meant that Dad was joining us for dinner. My heart began to race as I got dressed in my pajamas. My mom would always joke about how I need to go to their closet and fold their clothes as neatly as mine. She always talks about cleaning up their room but she never gets to it. I would offer to do it but I don't want to touch their things, knowing that they have 'adult' things.

Both of them are doctors so they're either at work together or one's at work while the other one isn't. It was rare that we had dinner together so I was going to make the most of it. When I was fully dressed I heard my mom call me down for dinner. I stepped past my shoes and books that I had in the hallway before making my way downstairs.

"Hey, Dad." I said when I saw him.

"Hey, Logan." He said, walking to where my mom was in the kitchen. The started to kiss and stuff so I just headed into the dinning room. A few seconds later she came in with the food. She sat a plate down for my father and one for her and one for me.

"Oh Logan." She said, sitting down.

"What?"

"You know I don't like it when you scrubbed your skin like that."

"Yeah, son, your skin is a little red." My father said as he sat down.

"I guess I just have to get use to you doing that now since you can't take three showers a day." She said before she began to eat. I started to eat a little before my father spoke.

"So your mother tells me that you're making progress in therapy."

"Yeah, she rescheduled our meetings to Monday, Wednesday, and Friday."

"That's good." He said before we started eating again.

"So how was your day?" My mom asked me and my heart began to race again.

"Um, it was okay in the beginning. I knew most of the stuff in my classes so that's good."

"Did you make any friends?"

"Joanna." My father said. I could tell he was worried about that subject.

"I did actually." I said, smiling at his surprised face and my mother's smirk.

"Really?"

"Well, yeah, I guess." I began and my heart was going so fast I could swear they could hear it.

"His name is John and...um he's really nice. He plays guitar and he can sing really well."

"He sung to you?" My mom asked and I blushed hard as I nodded.

"What was the song?"

"It was Justin Bieber's song Catching Feelings." I could see my father give that look like he was thinking something but didn't say anything.

"Did he notice your cleaning?" My father asked after fixing his face.

"Yes."

"Oh, what did he say? Was it bad? Was it good?" My mother fired question after question.

"Joanna, please, let the boy tell you."

"Okay, okay."

"Go on son." My father urged and I got even more nervous.

"He noticed my cleaning and he, um, respected it. Like, he said that he wasn't going to shake my hand because he knew I had cleaned them and didn't want it to go to waste."

"Aww, that's good." My mom said before they both went back to eating.

I knew I didn't finish telling them what happened but I made it sound like I was finished. My heart was pounding so much at this point. I opened my mouth to finish but no words came out. I closed my mouth and opened it again and words came out this time.

"I-I actually told him that I had OCD." I stuttered out.

"Why?" My mom asked. Both of their eyes were on me. It was now or never.

"He asked what was wrong with me an-"

"What?!" My father said, interrupting me.

"How dare he ask-"

"Dad, he didn't mean it like that."

"In what way did he mean it?" My mom asked.

"I first thought what dad was thinking but he meant that something had to be wrong with me because, to him, I seemed way to perfect." I told them, watching as my dads eyes grew wider.

My mom's did a bit too before she said, "What did he say after that?"

"He said that...um, there wasn't anything wrong with me because all that meant was that I was extremely clean. He then said that he didn't see any flaws and he doubts that I have any." I waited for them to react but they just sat there.

"And how did that make you feel?" My dad asked me after a minute of silence.

"Um..." I found myself looking down.

"It made me feel happy...I guess. H-He made me feel special and he didn't make me feel like I was weird like everyone else did." I seemed to find my voice in the middle of all that.

"Do you like him?" My mom asked me. I sat there for a minute knowing that this was the turning point. I could either lie or keep going with the truth. Eventually I just nodded, not trusting my voice. My heart felt like it would burst out of my chest at any minute.

"You know, I mean, in not the friendly way. I mean, like how you would like a girl-"

"Are you gay, son?" My father asked me, interrupting my mothers ongoing explanation. I nodded my head again and at this moment I was almost 100% sure that my heart was going to explode. My mother's eyes widened at my father's bluntness. Then she looked at me and I could tell that she barely saw my nod. Her head bounced back over to look at my father. He turned to look at her and I just looked down at my plate.

"I told you, Joanna."

I looked at my father in shock. He already knew? He was smiling at my mother who just looked at him in shock.

"For the first time in your life, you've out smarted me." My mother told him. I was really confused at this moment.

"Logan, me and your mother have had assumptions about your sexuality for quite some time."

"Yeah, and you can calm down now son, we will love you no matter what." My mom said and my father nodded in agreement. I couldn't help but smile at them and this entire day.

That night, after cleaning my filthy books, I fell asleep with a bright smile on my face.

A/N: I really hope someone loves this story and is looking forward to reading more. I hope what I say next won't discourage you from keeping on reading this. I am a huge fan of Justin Bieber and his album Believe is amazing. The people who have read some of my past work should know that I like different types of music that some people might not. I hope it doesn't make you want to stop reading. the reason I'm telling you is because there will be more of his songs being used. Don't worry. I won't have ever song in the story just because I like them. They will have meaning for being in the story. I won't be putting any of his past work in here like Baby since I know people don't like it. There are good songs on his Believe album that people like even for people who don't like Bieber. Okay, I'll shut up now. Leave a review if you're still looking forward to reading PLEASE! Ugh, I'm so nervous that this won't do good. REVIEW PLEASE! :D