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His lips pressed on mine, igniting a passion in me I never knew existed. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the tight lean muscles that lay underneath the layers of fabric, layers that were between me and what I so desperately wanted; what I was going to have. I pulled back, opening my eyes to see his questioning coffee gaze looking back.

"I never thought this would happen." I said to him, watching a serene expression cross his face.

"Wait!" I quickly said as he opened his mouth to speak. "Don't say anything Logan, Don't ruin this moment with words. Let me show you how I feel instead." and with that I brought my lips crashing back into his. My hands quickly found themselves underneath his shirt, feeling the soft gentle curves of his abs and pecs. His skin was as smooth as velvet beneath my fingers, yet it burned like molten metal, and I knew that underneath that velvet skin resided a hard strength. One that I had experienced many times as it crashed into my body on the ice. Knowing that, knowing how hard this soft body could be only turned me on more, making me deepen the kiss as I plunged my tongue into his waiting mouth.

His stifled moan was an exquisite sound which I thought rivaled any music I could have heard, and having drawn it from him once I was determined to hear it again; to have its soft dulcet tones cry out in ways I had only fantasized about before.

I quickly withdrew my hands from their exploration of his chest to grip his shirt, and pulled. Breaking the kiss I watched his surprised expression disappear behind the dark fabric of his shirt; only to reappear again seconds later. Gently pushing him backwards, a bed caught his fall as I removed my own shirt and followed, determined to feel the warmth of his skin burn against my own.

Bringing our lips back together again, I brought my hands to his side, dragging them upwards and causing him to squirm the slightest little bit. Not wanting to ruin the moment tickling him I dragged my hands upwards, grabbing his and pushing them against the bed, grasping at his wrists to pin him below me, and once I had him good and secure that's when I broke the kiss.

Yet my lips didn't leave his skin, but softly kissed a trail across his cheek and down to the crook of his neck where I quickly flicked my tongue over the sensitive skin there; earning me another moan. Wanting another I continues my assault on his neck, my tongue and teeth ever so gently playing with the tender spot, the resulting noises making my dick throb against it's denim prison. I swore I could probably cum just from the sounds alone, but I didn't want this to end so quickly, so I backed off. Instead moving my lips to make featherlight kisses across his chest, moving downwards.

As I made my way downward I marveled at the state of his body. The perfectly smooth skin, the iron hard muscles, the little bit of hair that extended down from his belly button to hide beneath his jeans, only making me want to tear them off more and find out just where it lead. I pulled back, breaking the contact between us just to stare for a moment. This man, the man I had wanted since I first saw him on the ice, was finally beneath me, and the sight was more glorious than words could describe.

Moving back up I kissed him on his lips again, grinding my hard crotch into his own, causing him to arch into me, grinding out dicks harder into each other.

The feeling of his dick pressed into my own was too much, and I soon pulled back, sending my hands in a direct line to his belt. Deftly removing it, I unbuttons his jeans, feeling the heat of his crotch against my hands as I did so. Swiftly unzippering it I grabbed the fabric at his waist and pulled taking his pants and boxers off at once. Revealing below me a sight I had only fantasized about, and even then my fantasies didn't do it justice.

My body bolted upright in the dark room, cold sweat coating every inch of it. My boxers wet as well but with something that I feared was a little stickier than the sweat that covered the rest of me. Sighing as I let the shock of waking up as I did wash away as I oriented myself, finally noticing the soft light coming through the windows to illuminate my body, and let me know where I was. It was because of that soft light that I immediately knew my surroundings weren't my room. Instead I was on the floor of James's room, the white walls covered in posters clearly visible thanks to the streetlight that shown through the unshaded windows.

Next to me was Jame's bed where he and Carlos were fast asleep, having won the coin toss for the soft mattress. On the other side lay his TV and Xbox, his games scattered in a disorganized pile around it. Looking behind me I saw the windows unshaded like normal. In doing so I saw that the light coming through them was not solely from the harsh glare of the streetlight, but also from soft golden glittering of the dawn.

My god it's way to early to be awake. I groaned to myself, annoyed that my dreams had decided now was a good time to be awake. Why couldn't I have had the dream wake me up around noon? I wondered as I lay back down, gathering the covers on top of me as my head collided with the pillow I'd been using earlier. My mind to occupied to think about changing into dryer more comfortable clothing.

Yet, it wasn't even ten seconds later that I found myself getting up and throwing the covers off me, knowing that there was no use trying to get back to sleep, my mind racing as it tried to understand and recall every last second of my dream. So, I quickly gathered my bag and opened the door, looking up and down the hall before sneaking to the bathroom. Thankfully it was empty, and I quickly rushed out, determined not to be caught in the awkward situation of meeting either of James's parents with my cum soaked boxers.

Once in the bathroom I pulled my clothes I had packed for this morning out; blue jeans, and a grey V-neck shirt, complete with a pair of black boxers. Shedding my currently sticky underwear I grabbed some toilet paper to wipe the rest of the cold sticky cum off my body. Quickly finishing I threw the used paper in the toilet and flushed it away, leaving my underwear as the only evidence of my dream. Staring daggers at it I finally decided I wanted it out of my sight, and shoved it to the bottom of my bag, burying it under the rest of my my bag now, I pulled my clothing on, the soft cotton fabric wrapping around me like an armor, protecting me from my own thoughts for the moment.

I gently opened the door to the bathroom, able to see the rest of the hall from its door I noticed I was still alone, and not wanting to change that I snuck through the house, going down the stairs, leaving my bag temporarily forgotten on the sink. Taking a quick left once down the stairs I walked through a short hall to enter the kitchen, it's stainless steel appliances and shimmering black granite counter tops giving it a ethereal feeling in the dawn light. But this was not my destination and so I quickly blew through it, heading straight to the sliding glass doors that lead to the deck and back yard.

Opening the door I stepped out, a thin layer of cold dew meeting my foot before the even colder wood sent chills through it.

"Fuck" I muttered to myself, finally realizing I had left my shoes in James's room in my hurry to get out of there. "Well Looks like I only have one option now." I said aloud to myself as I pushed forward, my desire to be alone and feel the gentle wind through my hair more important to me right now than keeping my feet warm.

Moving forward I soon descended the small stairway off the deck, feeling the grass softly crunch beneath my feet as I headed towards the one big oak tree in the fenced in yard. The feeling felt oddly satisfying as each step awarded another soft noise to penetrate the silence. It wasn't until I got just under the tree did I suddenly draw back and hiss, feeling the rough edges of a stone press into the soft soles of my foot.

Not wanting to step on the same stone again I decided I was close enough and turned around, letting myself fall backwards to lean on the tree. Letting gravity take it's hold I slowly slid down the rough bark, it's course texture massaging my sore muscles as I did so.

Why, just why do I have to be hung up on a straight guy? I finally let myself wonder. I mean I had this perfectly, cute, nice, and adorable guy who wanted me. So why then why couldn't my subconscious let me move on, why couldn't my dreams be of doing naughty things with him. Nooooo, I instead had to think about Logan naked, Logan writhing beneath me as we ground our crotches together, Logan... realizing where this was going, and feeling the tightness returning to my jeans I shook my head, doing everything I could to blank my mind and push the thoughts out.

"I like Jett, damn it." I said loudly, hoping my subconscious was listening, but all I got back was the soft hoot of an owl. Great now I have to learn how to say Jett in owl. I sarcastically shot at myself hoping to vent some of the frustration I felt.

I don't know how long I sat there mulling the same damn thoughts over in my head, but It wasn't until the soft hoot of the owl was gone and the sounds of people waking up in the neighborhood and preforming their daily routines did I seem to emerge from my mind, thoroughly exhausted.

Well at least I got myself somewhere. I concluded happy that mind mind wanted to head back to what I hoped would be a blissful dreamless sleep. Pulling my scrunched up form off the ground, I quietly stretched to work the kinks out of my cramped muscles. Now time to get a few more hours of precious sleep. I hoped as I yawned, beginning my trek back through the yard and towards the house, the slick grass giving way beneath my feet. Swiftly moving up the steps I moved across the cold deck, determined to get back inside without anyone realizing where I was. So I silently pulled the glass door open, quietly stepping through and slowly closing it, hoping to avoid notice.

"G'morning Kendall" I heard from behind me causing me to quickly jump up. My wet feet slid out from under me on the linoleum floor as gravity pulled me back down, causing me to wind up ass first on the floor.

"Ohh honey are you okay?" Ms. Diamond exclaimed, her voice filled with worry as she ran towards my fallen form, her slipped feet barely making any noise as she moved.

"Well that hurt." I said, while pulling myself up, my pride injured much worse than my body. After all she had to have been sitting right in front of me when I came in, and I was too busy focused on being quiet to notice her sitting there in her neon pink bathrobe.

"I'm so sorry Kendall dear, I didn't mean to scare you like that!" She continued to apologize to me.

"No it's okay Ms. Diamond, I was just so focus on not trying to wake you that I didn't realize you were there."

"Why were you even out there Kendall, I mean honestly it's freezing out there and you didn't even have a jacket let alone a decent pair of shoes. Are you just trying to get sick?" She started interrogating me.

"No I wasn't trying to get sick, Ms. D, I just had something I needed to think about was all." I replied hoping she's let it drop at that and let me get back to sleep.

"Really, and what was just so important that you needed to think out in the freezing cold hmmm?" She asked back while she turned around and walked towards the cup of coffee she had left on the table.

"It was nothing important really Ms. D, I'm sorry I worried you, I'll head back to bed now." I said praying for the sleep I so desperately wanted.

"Kendall, Kendall, Kendall." She mused while shaking her head back and forth before turning around. "I'm here if you ever really need to talk, ya know. I promise I don't bite and who knows I might even surprise you and be able to help." She offered consolingly.

"No, really it's alright –" I began to brush her off before I stopped myself due to her disapproving look. "Okay it's not alright, but it's not something I really want to get into either I'm sorry." Finishing my statement I began to walk away hoping the subject was finally done.

"So it's boy troubles then." She came out with causing me to stop in my tracks instantly, my body going rigid as I balled my hands into fists. I don't think I ever felt as mad as I did in that moment. I had trusted James with my secret, the only one I asked him to keep and what does he do, but tells his mother for Christ sake! And who might she have told!

"How do you know?!" I spat out through gritted teeth, using every last ounce of self control I had not to run upstairs and punch James.

"He didn't tell me if that's what you think Kendall." She began with as I turned around to face her.

"I had you figured out a long time ago, when James was all over girls and you were using a 3 foot stick to keep them off of you. As for confirmations well you just gave me it. So don't get all angry at me young man, I'm only trying to help you, even if you obviously would rather slowly kill yourself in the cold than accept it." She shot back at me causing a blush to slowly creep onto my face as I felt like an idiot for overreacting.

I should have been calmer after all, I did want to start telling people, and she was right I needed help here. After all I was outside thinking in the cold for god knows how long and I had gotten no where.

"Have you told anyone else?" I asked her still worried on how far my secret had traveled. After all if I needed to make sure she wasn't a blabber mouth before I told her more info.

"The only one who knows my suspicions is my husband Kendall, and if you want I'll let him just think that they are suspicions, Okay. I'll keep this morning just between you and me if you want. Now would you like some coffee to drink while we talk?" She asked.

"Who said I was going to talk?" I asked back suddenly feeling defensive over her assuming attitude.

"Because you look like you need it, now sit down." She calmly ordered back, her tone filled with the assumption I'd follow her orders and do things her way like she was used to. I truly thought about walking away because of this, I really did. I wanted to, at least until that voice from the back of my head decided to stick it's nose into things. Do you really want to let your pride get in the way of helping you? It asked me.

With that simple sentence I felt more like an idiot for considering walking away that I did at Ms. Diamond's chastisement. So I swallowed my pride and walked towards the simple kitchen table, it's light colored wood greeting me as I sat down, waiting for Ms. Diamond to pour a cup of coffee for me.

"Thank you." I said as I calmly accepted the coffee from her, bring it to my lips to test the temperature of the bitter liquid.

"Do you want cream or sugar with that?" She asked as I did so, the scalding liquid warming my numb body from the inside.

"No thank you." I responded with as she sat back down.

"Okay, Now Kendall tell me what's driving you so crazy?" She asked. I waited a second after that loaded question and realizing I was going to talk, my own mind wiping away my defiant attitude, I took a deep breath.

"Well.." I began starting to tell the whole story of my crush, and then the plan and how it backfired at first and his acceptance to be civil recently. I also told her of how Jett came into my life and confirmed the crush was pointless with his comments, and how nice he had been to me. I liked him, but I knew the like wasn't like it should be. All it would talk is one word from Logan and I would go to him, except that word would never happen because he was straight.

".. But you see Ms. D I still can't get him out of my mind." I said, finishing up my explanation. "I know he's straight yet I still dream about him. It was actually a dream about him tonight that had me outside trying to figure out what to do." I finished with, my eyes staring into the black puddle of coffee in my hands, it's deep color only reminding me of Logan's gaze.

"Well..." She began her voice filled with awe, " It sounds like you have a pretty complicated situation here. I just have one question for you in all this. Has the boy you like told you straight out that he is straight?" She finished her question, causing my head to shoot up from the coffee and look at her in shock.

"No he'll barely say three words to me normally. But what does that have to do with this anyways, I mean Jett told me he was straight anyways." I repeated to her, completely oblivious to what was going on.

"Well honey I think you should ask him. I mean getting the words from his mouth might help resolve things. After all at least then you'll know if you should chase him or you never had a shot. I mean if you really can't get him out of your head you should find out right from the source and not from another guy who likes you. After all, he might like you so much he'll lie to you just so you will be with him instead." She explained to me, leaving me there shocked.

"Jett wouldn't do that!" I countered back, suddenly feeling extremely defensive over him.

"You would know best Kendall, I don't know what this boy would do, but if it were me I wouldn't settle for anything but the truth from the horses mouth." She replied. I don't know how long I sat there stunned at her word. They made so much sense and yet how on earth would I get the chance to ask Logan if he was gay. I mean I barely got him to agree to being civil with me, let alone answer such a personal question.

Sighing I slow stood up from the table, the chair squeaking as it slid backwards across the floor. "Thank you for the advice Ms. D, I'll really think about it, but I need to get some more sleep now." I exhaustively said, the voice in the back of my head going crazy at this new idea.

"It's not problem dear, and I'm always here for you if you need to talk. I promise I won't tell anyone your secrets." She said to me as she took another sip of her coffee.

"Thanks," I quietly said, while turning around to head towards the door and heading back to James's room. And I thought this weekend was going to be fun. I though sarcastically as I lied down and pulled the covers over me. Instead I now have to ask a guy who hates me one of his biggest secrets and see if I want him or the guy who's chasing after me. Why couldn't I have gotten a simple love life? I questioned myself as sleep began to embrace me with it's comforting arms again.

Pulling my car into Camille's driveway I put it in park, quickly pulling out my phone, and checking it. Still no message. I thought as I stared at the unchanged screen.

The rest of my day had been slow after I woke up from my nap. And while the day's activities were slow as I hung around with the guys for a bit before going home to get changed and ready for the party, my mind had been running faster than a sports car in a drag race.

Ms. Diamond's words kept going through my mind. Find out for sure. I kept mulling that thought over in my mind while I had tried to get in touch with Jett to find out when he was coming to the party, not wanting to feel completely alone here without him. Yet, I had gotten no response from him. No text. No call. NOTHING! No hint as to when I would see him. So I had decided to suck it up and just head over.

Walking to the doorway I had really begun to hope Jett had warned Camille about inviting me, not wanting to seem as if I was crashing her party. Holding onto this hope I extended my arm and rang the doorbell, waiting for yet another eternity, before the red door. But just as my imagination began to run wild it swung open.

"Hey Kendall!" Camille vibrantly called out to me while holding onto the door to keep balance. "Jett's not here yet but he should be soon, everyone else is!"

"Cool," I calmly replied hoping my inner panic didn't show through.

"Yeah, so come on in and PAAARRTAAYY!" She called out loudly, confirming just how drunk she was to me. Stepping inside I closed the door behind me and followed the swaying Camille down to her basement where the party apparently was.

Upon entering the spacious room again I saw many of the faces I saw here last time, with a few others I didn't really know. I also spotted the drink table which as I expected held more than some soda. Knowing it would help relax my nerves I made a direct beeline towards it, hoping a shot of rum or two would calm me down enough until Jett arrived.

Reaching the table I grabbed a red plastic cup and began to reach out for the bottle of rum, but just as my hand wrapped around the cool glass bottle another one grabbed my wrist. I followed the arm attached to my wrist to see James there, a determined look in his eyes.

"Key's" he simply demanded of me.

"What, I'm not going to drink to much, I'll be fine by the time the night ends." I responded with, after all it was one glass I didn't want to get drunk tonight, not with this being the long awaited reunion between Jett and me. After all we had only been able to text all week our schedules not working out with each other.

"Yeah well my mom said if you were going to drink I was to take your keys. I have no idea why, she wouldn't explain, but she insisted I do this so hand them over or let go of the rum, I've already cleared you crashing here with Camille so you don't have to worry." he argued back. Taking a moment to think I realized that there was no use arguing with him and I could always get a ride with Jett later if I needed it. So I reached into my pocket and pulled out my car key, handing it over to him so he could release my hand.

And with that I took the rum and added a small amount to my drink, determined to keep mostly sober so I wouldn't embarrass myself in front of Jett. After all I wanted to make sure I didn't do something to completely embarrass myself because I was drunk.

So I took my lightly spiked drink and went over to the big TV to see what everyone was playing. It turns out it was Rockband, and so I stayed in the back watching for a little bit, letting others play. Instead I kept checking my phone, wondering when I would hear from Jett that he was here.

I don't know how long I waited and watched the game before Camille came up to me and grabbed my phone from my hand. "He'll be here don't worry!" she said while grabbing my arm and pulling me with her to a microphone.

"Here we need another vocalist!" she said shoving the mic at me. I quietly grabbed it knowing it was smarter to not argue with a drunk girl, and so I was surprised when I saw Logan come over and grab a the third mic, his usual scowl replaced with a slightly amused smirk at my situation.

"Eleven" Was all he said to me as he turned his attention to the screen, the song starting up. Quickly following his and Camille's example I began to sign along the song with them, our voices working surprisingly well together to achieve the harmonies the game gave us. It was this reason, or at least Camille said it was, that when the song was over I was not allowed to let someone else sing. So I sat there with the two of them, the three of us working together song by song. It wasn't until I finished my drink was I able to take a short break with orders to return the moment I had my refill.

When I got to the table that I knew my break would be longer than Camille thought, because while there was rum still left it seemed all the soda at the table was gone. So I turned around and walked towards the group, hoping to be able to steal Camille for a second.

Instead I found her singing a slow duet with James, the two of them singing the romantic lyrics to each other. So I quickly glanced around, finding Logan, sitting on the couch a few feet away from them with an almost disgusted look on his face. I couldn't help but smile at it as I walked towards him, his gaze stuck on the two of them as if he was judging how good a couple they'd be from their song.

"Hey, do you know where any more soda might be?" I questioned him, causing him to pull his attention away from the saccharine scene.

"What?" he asked me, clearly lost in thought enough to not hear my words.

"I was wondering if you knew where I could find some more soda?" I asked him again, watching the realization of my question cross his face.

"Ohh yeah, come with me." he said while getting up, gesturing me to follow him as he walked up the stairs and towards the kitchen. As we entered the room I couldn't help but smile as I watched him walk right over to the counter Camille had cornered me against my last time I was in here. Yet this time I smiled instead of being afraid as I watched Logan bend down and open a door, unknowingly presenting his cute ass to me. I really do need to find out if he's straight. I thought to myself while staring.

"Shooooryuuukenn!" Soon blasted out of Logan's pants as I stared, breaking my train of thought.

"Ohh yeah!" he said pulling himself back up and reaching into his pocket.

"I think this is yours," He said while pulling my phone out and presenting it back to me. "Camille sorta left it lying on the couch and I didn't think you'd want it to get lost between the cushions."

"Thanks," I quietly said, my calm exterior masking the panic that ran though my mind as I wondered if he looked through it. I so did not need him reading the conversations me and James had texted, calling him captain hottie all throughout them.

Quietly I shoved the phone back in my pocket, hoping my secrets were still secret. Meanwhile, Logan had gone back to bending over and searching through the cabinet to get us some more soda.

"Here ya go." He exclaimed while pulling out a number of bottles of coke and orange soda. "This should last us till the rest of the night." he said while holding some bottles of his own.

"Cool" I replied calmly, hoping my voice didn't betray my panicked state.

"Let's go bring these downstairs." he suggested, completely unaware as he walked past me to head back towards to basement. I went to follow him, smiling as I enjoyed this non-bitter side of him. It seemed like my challenge to him was paying off as he was not longer yelling or making snide remarks towards me. Now here's hoping he stays that way. My inner voice prayed.

Once getting down to the basement though we were greeted by a disgruntled Camille. "Where have you guys been! Me and James had to sing the last couple of songs on our own!" She exaggeratedly called out to us.

"Well someone had to show him where the soda was while you were flying in the clouds." Logan responded bemused with her, holding up the bottles we had gotten as if to prove his innocents.

"Well go put those down and come back!" She called out drunkenly towards us, before quickly turning her attention back to the game.

No sooner had we gotten to the table though as we heard her shouting "Logan it's our song get you ass over here!"

Glancing over towards him I saw a sheepish expression on his face. "One sec!" he called out to her, hurrying past me to dump the sodas on the table unceremoniously. Running across the room to her after. Watching this I sorta laughed inside. Who knew the tough hockey captain took orders so well from a girl who wasn't even his girlfriend. Then again an angry Camille was a scary sight, let alone a drunk angry Camille, so I guess Logan had a reason for his actions.

I soon made it to the drink table and laid my own sodas down on it before I picked up the bottle Logan had dumped. I then began to open a bottle of coke to make my drink when my pants began to scream to me.

Pulling out my phone I checked my screen finally seeing a message from Jett. I think I set a record speed for opening a text as I used my phone, desperate to see what he said. Yet, the words didn't inspire me but crushed my mood.

Kendall, I'm sorry I haven't messaged you back but I've been at the hospital all day. Don't worry I'm not hurt but my dad had a heart attack this morning and I've been with him and my family. He's okay, it was a minor one from what the doctors are saying, but sadly I won't be making it to the party tonight. I'll call you tomorrow when I'm free. Again I'm so sorry to have to ditch our date tonight.

Reading the message I quickly shoved my phone back in my pocket and picked up the bottle of rum and began to pour. Yet, unlike last time I did not stop with a small amount of it in my cup but let it fill the red plastic container until it was over halfway filled, splashing a small amount of coke in on top of it to hide just how strong the drink was. If I don't have to make a good impression I might as well have fun. I thought sadly.

Taking a big swig of my drink I walked back to my singing partners. Seeing Logan holding my mic out to me, while everyone waited for me to get ready to start the next song, I reached out and took it, while taking another drink from my cup. Within the next five songs I downed my drink, the words on the screen swimming in my vision a little more as I kept drinking. We could have done only one or two more songs after I finished my concoction than we heard Camille's Parents call down the stairs. "Okay everyone it's midnight, if you aren't sleeping here it's time to head home!"

"Awwww," came the chorus of responses as Rockband was turned off and people began to pack up and leave. Feeling a little too drunk to feel safe walking I sat down on the couch where I waited, watching everyone else.

"So what happened to your date?" James said as he sat down next to me.

"Family emergency" I replied, not wanting to spawn questions I didn't have answers to yet.

"Ouch, you okay dude?" He replied, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, just trying to forget about it right now." I told him.

"Cool well if there is anything I can do let me know man."

"Well..." I Said seeing the opportunity, "Could you get me another drink?" I asked hoping the second one would help fuzzy my mind even more.

"No problem Kendall, I'll be right back." He replied while getting up to help me. I watched him go hoping he would make the drink a strong one. Yet, my absent mind was soon summoned away as my name was called out causing me to turn my head.

"Catch!" Called Logan to me as he tossed a black ball towards me. Quickly I tried to catch it, my drunken reflexes betraying me and causing the ball to slip through my hands and crash into my stomach.

Grunting as it hit me, I quickly looked down to inspect what Logan tossed to me. Picking it up I saw it wasn't just a black ball but a magic eight ball. I looked at the screen to see what fortune it had given me, and instead I saw the words "I wish for..." staring back at me.

"What?" I wondered allowed while looking up a Logan, hoping he could answer why my supposed future was blank. Yet my confused face only seemed to inspire amusement, causing Logan to start laughing at me.

"What?" I asked at him as James slid down next to me.

"It's a truth or dare eight ball." James explained to me. "Your supposed to do or reply to whatever it says."

"Fine, I wish for..." I started letting everything I wanted to cross through my mind. Yet each idea that passed through seemed more and more dangerous to say with Logan sitting there. I mean I just got him to start talking with me without hating me, I didn't need to jump up and down on the already thin ice of our friendship like a crazy person having a conniption fit.

"I wish for..." I repeated still stalling, and looking around now, trying to find something decent to cover. Looking to my side I saw two red cups in James's hands and knew exactly what to say. "I wish for my drink." I said holding out my hand towards my friend.

"Fine, chicken, here's your drink, next time you won't get such a cop-out answer" James said handing me my cup.

"We'll see" I said while taking a drink, and smiling when I tasted a good amount of rum in the drink. "Until then...catch" I called lightly tossing the ball at James. And thus we began to pass the ball around the group of people still left at Camille's house.

I don't know how much time passed as we played with the magic eight dare ball, but eventually it was tossed aside for more creative ideas, the limited scope of the balls questions not satisfying the drunken crowd. And so we entered a true game of truth and dare. Slowly going around our smallish circle.

It was fun watching everyone preform their crazy dares, from a simple striptease that Logan dared Camille to the dare that made James smack himself three times while singing I'm a little teapot. Meanwhile I got to know some more about these people I was quickly becoming friends with. Each truth letting me see deeper into the core of this group.

I was just starting to get comfortable watching the rest of the action before me when Camille turned her attention towards me. "Kendall, truth or dare?" She asked, catching me off guard. I looked around real quick noticing the expectant stares looking back at me, waiting for my answer. Looking back at Camille I weighed my options before deciding that I was feeling bold. "Dare!" I challenged her back, wondering what sort of dare she'd come up with.

I soon regretted my bravado though as an impish smile crossed her face. "I dare you to kiss Logan." She stated.

"What?!" I called back while looking over towards where Logan was sitting on the other couch, his expression mimicking mine.

"You heard me Kendall, I mean after all the fighting between you two I think it's time you kissed and made up, so go on and do it. And don't make it a sad two second sort of thing, when I say kiss I mean really kiss him." She came back with mischievously, causing me to wonder how long she had taken to plan this.

Taking a breath, I felt my heart racing as my mind was torn between fear and desire over this turn of events. I mean if I did this there was a chance that I might be outing myself to the rest of these people. I mean I could always play it off as a drunken dare but still. And then how would Jett react to this? Then again we are just dating, and not even exclusively as far as I know, I thought to myself, and this might be my only chance to do this. My one moment to kiss Logan...

My hormones quickly won the argument inside my head and I decided that even though it wasn't my plan I was going to go along with it.

"Fine," I came back with, getting up and drunkenly walking over towards Logan's seat. Once I got there I quickly mounted him, putting my knees on either sides of his legs, putting my head a good few inches above his so I was looking down to him. Yet, just as I was about to lean down and kiss him I was suddenly moving, my back hitting the soft cushion of the sofa.

What the hell? I thought as I tried to figure out what happened. Trying to think through the alcoholic haze that clouded my mind made me realize that my current predicament had happened because Logan had deftly moved my drunken body so as to put me beneath him. His knees were now pushing my legs open, my hands pinned at the wrist up against the top of the couch cushions, causing me to feel completely vulnerable beneath him.

Suddenly scared this dare had gone to far for him I began to struggle, determined to be able to defend myself if he started punching. But my struggles were useless under Logan's grip, a devilish grin plastered across his face. Leaning down he placed his head just next to mine so his mouth lined up with my ear.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this Knight," he coarsely whispered to me, "and I plan on having this kiss my way, so you can stop your struggling, it won't help." he finished with. His words slightly slurred, letting me know I wasn't the only one drunk in this equation. And with that he pulled back so his head was back above mine and kissed me, his lips crashing against my own.

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