Expect The Unexpected, chapter two - James/Logan - Rated M - Language, extremely cute flashbacks, saddened James.

A/N: Yo guys! Okay this is a really damn short chapter, and I'm sorry about that, but I didn't want to write the next part because well, I didn't. I'm pretty sure though that I'm gonna make the third chapter very long, so be prepared! Um, I normally wouldn't update with this many reviews, in all honesty. I didn't feel as if that many people liked this story, but ya know, I figured I'd update again, just because. Um, anyways, go ahead and read and enjoy!

Logan had no family - no family other than James. His father died in a fire, when he was trying to save someone else. And as for his mother… he'd lost all contact with her. He hadn't spoken to her in God knows how long. And since he now remembered nothing, he had no one. As for James, both of his parents died when he was little. He'd lived on the streets for years, and then, one day, met Logan. He met him at a coffee shop, their orders having gotten mixed up. They'd had a laugh about it, and when both of their laughter stopped, they'd simply stared at each other.

"Hi, I'm um, James by the way," James introduced himself, and Logan smiled, as they walked out of the coffee shop, and into the cold air that was Minnesota.

"Hi James," Logan began. "I'm… freezing," He said, making a little 'bur' sound. James laughed, a full-of-life laugh.

"Well hello, freezing. That's an odd name," He teased, and Logan pouted.

"Shush, you," He warned, and James just smiled. "My name's Logan," He tried again, and James's smile widened.

"Logan," He echoed. "That's a lovely name," He stated, and Logan blushed slightly, though James didn't notice, figuring his face was just red from the cold. "Are you really that cold? Why didn't you wear a heavier coat?"

"I didn't think I'd be outside this long. I didn't think I'd meet this really nice, attractive guy that wanted to talk to me," Logan shrugged, and the taller man chuckled.

"Here," He said, taking some time to take of his coat, due to the coffee in his hand. "You can wear this," He said, passing it to Logan, who hesitantly took it.

"But won't you be cold?" He asked, beginning to put the coat on. It was a long coat, that was way too big for him, but it was incredibly warm, and it smelled nice.

"I'll be fine," James assured. "I used to deal with this cold, and the winter cold too, and I didn't have a coat at the time," He stated.

"Really? Why were you outside that often?"

"Well, I actually lived on the streets for years," James explained, and Logan was silent, drinking in everything he just heard. James knew Logan's next question would be why, so he added, "My parents died when I was about eight, and I had no one else. They were gonna take me to a Foster Home. And well, any normal kid wouldn't wanna go there. So I left. And lived on the streets, for about ten years I think," He said.

"Why are you being so open with me? You don't even know me," Logan said, laughing slightly.

"I'd like to get to know you," James said, thanking God for his charm and good looks.

"Oh, really now?" Logan replied, in a flirtatious tone.

"Yes, I would love to meet you. What would think if I asked you to go out to dinner with me?" He asked, and Logan smiled, dimples popping out.

"I think I'd like that."

James wished they could go back, to when they first met. To when everything was perfect. To when they never had fights. They rarely fought. Actually, the fight they had was one out of the two fights they'd ever had in their entire relationship. James sat in the waiting room, in a different one this time. He sighed, staring down at the bag he'd brought. He'd left the hospital to get Logan some clothes. He laid himself down on the couch, eyes about to shut when he felt someone tap on his shoulder. He turned his head, seeing Logan. He immediately sat up, stretching slightly.

"Hey," Logan said, voice soft, and hesitant. He bit his lip as he studied James.

"Hi," James replied. "I, uh, brought you some clothes to change into," He stated, handing Logan the bag.

"Thank you," he said. "I don't really like the hospital gown. I have to wear another in the back so my butt doesn't stick out," He stated, and James cracked up. Logan smiled slightly, happy he'd made someone laugh. He then frowned. "Um, James," He began.

"Yeah?"

"I'm hungry," He stated, and James chuckled, standing up.

"Well, let's go solve that problem," He said, and Logan nodded, following him to where the hospital had some snacks set out. James had grabbed a tray for Logan, the shorter boy telling him what he wanted. James had a fairly good amount of food on the tray, and they took a seat at a nearby table. Logan had stuffed a biscuit into his mouth when he looked up at James.

"So we're engaged," He said, though it really sounded more like "Fo er emgag?" James looked at him, and laughed slightly before he answered.

"Yes," He confirmed, and Logan nodded.

"I could live with that."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well I'm just saying, I could live with being engaged to you," Logan repeated, shrugging slightly. James raised an eyebrow. "Because you're hot," Logan added. James made a face.

"I'd like you to also add, because you love me," He stated, and Logan was silent, James fearing he'd really screwed up now. Even if was just kidding. "Hey, um, I didn't-"

"I need to go back up to my room," Logan muttered. "Um, I'll see you in a little. My doctor said something about wanting to talk to you so, uh, yeah," He trailed off, and James was about to say something until Logan turned around, and walked away, the bag James had given him in his hand. James sighed.

"Dammit," He cursed, truly disliking himself at the moment.

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