I think this story is gonna be my main focus because I'm on writers block for practically all the other stories. Second Kogan story, I still have to finish the sequel for my first one. They are in LA in the band in this.

(A/N: Logan's POV)

I've waited a hundred years, but I'd wait a million more for you.

The second you realize you're in love with someone is slightly painful and also a very happy moment. It might be different for other people, but for me, I felt a sharp pain in my chest and then a feeling as if someone was soothing whatever pain was there.

The first time I felt it, I was in my room on ScuttelButter, looking through all my friends' profile. I came across a certain one I happen to look at everyday.

One of my best friend's page, Kendall Knight. I click the link and it leads me to Kendall's page.

His about me is full of how he is a hockey star, (which he is) and how he can sing well. (which he can.) It also mentions how he's a part of Big Time Rush.

I click his pictures and look at my tall, blonde, friend. He has beautiful green eyes and bushy eyebrows that only he can pull off.

That's what I felt it.

The pain. This aching, wanting, needing type of pain that only one person could heal. Kendall.

I wince. At first, I didn't realize what it meant. Sometimes I felt like this when I lost a family member or a close friend, even after a break up.

But why with Kendall?

My questions were interrupted when the pain was replaced by what felt like ecstasy rising from the pit of my stomach to every centimeter of my heart.

I've never felt such a mix of pain and pleasure before, and I've been through a lot of happy and bad times.

That's when the tears came. I sobbed and sobbed. But during my tears, I was smiling and chuckling.

I was thinking about how much Kendall made me smile, how he made fun of me for saying his name like, "Kindle."

How he brought my confidence up. How he made me feel good about myself.

I remembered how I was always there when his high confidence sometimes became weak and he'd break. He would never let anyone see him break except for me and maybe his mother.

I started smiling when I remembered the happy tears that came out of Kendall's eyes when he found out we had made the same hockey team in Freshman year, along with our two other best friends James Diamond and Carlos Garcia.

I smiled and sobbed while I thought about the first time we ever got really mad at each other and how we automatically apologized.

I sobbed harder when I remembered when I first met him. I remember his pre-pubescent eyebrows and that little gap he had in between his teeth when we were ten years old.

I remembered how we'd tease James for being such a pretty boy, as Carlos would stand up for his brunette best friend.

The memories flooded back as more tears flooded out.

I smiled the biggest when I remembered the first time Kendall told me he needed me. When he told me that he'd never met anyone like me and that he would always be here for me, as I promised to always be there for him.

I remember when he told me to never change.

I remember when I first realized I had a little crush on Kendall... Boy, I was scared shitless.

I never told him, though. Instead, I tried to move on. I dated a girl named Camille Roberts, who ended up being a real bitch.

When we broke up, Kendall told me that I deserved so much better and to not worry.

The day I broke up with Camille was a few days ago.

Today, I realized that although Camille still hurt me, I didn't love her. I barely knew her.

The person I loved was currently at the hockey rink, practicing slap shots as he did every Friday night.

I looked at the clock, my eyes still blurred with tears.

Almost midnight. He should be home soon.

Just as I said that, Kendall entered the room. I quickly wiped my tears.

"Hey, Logie." Kendall smiled. He paused and stared harder at my face. "Are you crying?"

"No, does it look like I've been?" I lie, trying to play it off.

"Yeah." Kendall frowns.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just tired. Don't worry." I smile.

Kendall smiles again. "Alright. Well, I'm gonna go shower. Get some rest, bud."

I nod and smile back as Kendall walks into the bathroom.

I sigh, relieved. I stretch, put my phone away, and climb under my covers. I drift into sleep.

I was asleep for about 10 minutes when Kendall shook me awake.

"Hmm?" I mumble, realizing how tired I really was.

"Hey... So, were you crying earlier?" Kendall's voice asks. It's too dark to see.

"I'm fine. Trust me." I say. Because, honestly, I was fine. I was absolutely perfect. I was in love.

"Alright. But was it Camille?"

"Who's Camille?" I joke. Kendall laughs and pats my shoulder softly.

"Alright, well I'm always here... but, you already know that." I can hear the smile in his voice.

"I do know. Thanks." I smile back.

"Yep." Kendall sighs happily, standing up and I hear him get in his bed. "Goodnight, Logan."

"Night, Kendall."

As I heard Kendall start to snore after a few minutes, I thought about how I needed to tell him.

Even Kendall's told me before; holding in your feelings gets you no where. Whatever happens if I expressed how I feel is going to hurt as much as if I never express what I'm feeling.

Hope you enjoyed :) Next chapter will be posted depending on the reviews and favorites and all that. So please review.

I promise this story will get better.