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~Chapter 10: Something's Brewing~

"What Happens Now?" Chapter 9 ending:

"Logan?" I interrupted, raising an eyebrow and staring at him. Hopefully he would hear me, but I kind of wanted to hear if he would sing James' Girl again.

"You know I wish that I had James' Gi- OH!" Logan squealed, jumping back in his seat and slamming his head against the handle over the door. "Shit," he swore, rubbing the back of his head and forcefully turning the radio off. "Didn't see you there…" His eyes darted around to the floor as he tried to act casual.

"It's fine," I smiled, opening the SUV door and throwing my suitcase in. Logan picked it up and tossed it in the back, turning to me to watch as I climbed into the seat. After buckling my seatbelt, I tapped my fingers on my thighs and thought of what Logan was singing. "Um, was that Jessie's Girl?" I asked, trying to sound casual as well.

"Y-yeah," Logan stuttered, licking his lips and tilting his head to face me. "Everybody wants Jessie's Girl, right?" he awkwardly laughed, sucking in his cheeks and forcing a smile.

I crinkled my nose and made a slightly confused face, taking my hands and crossing the fingers there in front of my lap. "Funny, I thought you were -uh- singing James' Girl instead…" I noted lightly, nervously laughing myself and playing with my sweatpants string.

From where I was sitting, I could feel Logan tense up. His face fell into a scared look as he swallowed a lump in his throat, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. "N-no…" he stammered out, his entire body shifting to face the road. Starting up the ignition, Logan choked out "Let's go home now."

SAM'S POV:

I stared at Logan for a minute, turning back to face the road in front of me. Logan kept glancing over at me, his eyes darting back and forth whenever he could. I shifted in the seat and turned my face to look at the window, thinking about what the hell was going on. It was a lot to process, that's for sure. James getting into the accident, finding the woman in his room with a kid, hearing that she's his wife and that's their kid and then all this stuff involving Logan. The kiss, the second kiss, his choice of lyrics. It wasn't making any sense.

I guess I zoned out in deep thought because for the rest of the car ride, I didn't hear anything. I have no clue if Logan was even trying to talk to me, but I was busy trying to process it all. The weight of the past two days hung on my shoulders, only pushing me lower down into a hole that I knew I couldn't get out of. A hole of the unknown. A hole where all my worries gathered and taunted me until I was on the edge of insanity. Worries over James, Logan, my friends (if they really were anymore), Drew… just everyone. They were eating me up on the inside. It might be guilt over the kiss with Logan, well kisses, but I couldn't truly pin-point the heart of all my problems.

But I knew one thing. All these problems were caused because of me.

"Sam?" Logan's voice filled my ears, snapping me out of my trance. "Sam? Ready to head in?"

I blinked my eyes a few times and nodded my head, licking my lips uncomfortably. "Y-yeah… I'm ready." My hand found its way to the door handle, pushing it open so I could step out of the SUV. I grabbed my suitcase from the back seat, following Logan as we climbed the steps to his penthouse at the top.

We arrived at the same light brown door I was at only hours ago, still feeling uncomfortable and not myself to say the least. But could you blame me? This was a lot to handle in one day, let alone two. I'm honestly surprised one of those beds in the hospital doesn't have me on it.

Logan unlocked his door quickly and pushed it open, gesturing for me to step inside. Gripping my suitcase strap, I took a step in and moved to the couch that kindly had a pillow and blanket there.

The sound of keys being placed down on a table made me jump, my head turning around to look at Logan. "Sorry about that," he apologized. "I tend to toss my keys."

"That's alright." Returning back to my suitcase, I unzippered the top and flipped back the lid. Taking out a pair of dark grey sweatpants and a light grey hoodie, I folded them over my arm and stood up. "Would you mind if I changed into something more comfortable?" I asked Logan, feeling shy for some reason.

"No, of course. Go ahead. My bathroom is open to you." He walked over to a closed door and opened it, flicking the light on to the side. "If you need anything else let me know."

"Thanks." Pushing my hair back, I headed straight for the bathroom, not even bothering to lock the door. It wasn't in my energy to reach my hand up, and at this point I didn't care.

Instead of putting my clothes on the counter and changing out of my old ones, I flipped the toilet seat cover down and sat on top. My elbows went on my legs, holding my head up as I cupped my chin in my hands. I was definitely feeling everything right now. I was feeling the aggravation from my fight with James, my breaking heart after James' accident, the anger building inside me from Dana, and a bundle of nerves and guilt from Logan.

And all those feelings made me break down and cry. Not just a few tears I couldn't control, I mean a waterfall of tears. An endless stream that didn't seem to stop. My cheeks were getting stained from the streaks, drops falling down onto my black sweatpants and making wet puddles. My head was buried in my hands, my nose sniffling and eyes squeezed tight. But no matter how hard I tried to fight back all the tears in my glistening, watery eyes, they continued to pour. The water mixed with my already depressed mood, sobs of sorrow and pain escaping past my lips. This was a breakdown. Maybe mental, maybe physical, I didn't know. But all I knew was that I needed help or else it was nothing but downhill for me.

A knock on the door didn't even faze me, my body staying in the same position as I was before. "Sam? Are you okay in there?" Logan was on the other side, worried about me. I had my own worries, which were bad enough, but to have someone worrying over me made it more realistic.

I tried my best to stop the tears, wiping my cheeks and from under my eyes to fix my appearance. But every time I would wipe, another one would take its place. I just couldn't win. I couldn't hold back these emotions anymore. Shaking my head, I whimpered out a soft, barely audible "No."

That one word was enough to have the door come flying open, Logan kneeling down in front of me and lifting my face with his hands. "Sh, it's okay…" he whispered, his tone soothing me in my time of need. His thumbs brushed over the wet spots on my face, cleaning it of any last tears. My tears trickled down, seeping out from the corners of my eyes whenever I closed them.

After a minute or two of gaining my breath back, Logan softly smiled at me and rubbed my cheek. "Did you get it all out?" he questioned, his voice just as soft as mine.

I nodded my head and swallowed the invisible lump in my lump, feeling my choked back sobs go down.

"Good." Logan removed his hands from my face, moving to rub my shoulders and arms relaxingly. "Do you still want to change?"

"Yes," I answered, my voice sounding weak after my crying session.

He stood up and rubbed my shoulder one last time, saying "Okay" in return. He was just able to walk to the door when I called out for him.

"Wait," I called to Logan, my hand going out to him. "I need help."

"Are you sure? I don't want to interfere with your personal space. You can take as much time as you need in here if you need your moment."

"Please Logan," I begged him with sorrow filled eyes, feeling the cries bubbling in my throat.

Logan sighed and stepped closer to me, leaning against the counter. "I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

I shook my head and looked down at my sweatpants, playing with the areas that had the tear stains. "I won't," I told Logan, raising my head to meet eyes with him. "I'm asking you to do this because I need to. Please."

He just lifted his hand off of the counter and moved in front of me, reaching for the bottom of James' T-shirt that I had on. His fingers held onto the hem, lifting it up only enough to expose my navel. Logan stared down at my skin and quickly darted his eyes to me, silently asking if I was fine.

I nodded once again in confirmation, feeling my shirt being lifted over my head. The coldness of the bathroom rushed to my nipples, hardening them in seconds. That's when I realized I was lacking a bra. Logan's eyes went wide as he scanned over my exposed torso. A slight red crept up on his cheeks, his head moving away and reaching for my hoodie while trying not to look at my breasts anymore.

"Logan," I spoke up, causing him to turn and look at me again. "Don't make this uncomfortable for me."

That's all I needed to say to get Logan to understand. He took in a breath and unfolded my hoodie, going in front of me again. "Lift up your arms," he stated, forcing his head upright to focus on my face. I lifted my arms and felt the soft fabric slip over my head, covering my once exposed skin. It blocked out the coldness of the air, bringing the much needed heat back to my body. Logan adjusted the rest of my sweatshirt so it hung loosely on my body, just enough so my upper half still would be completely covered.

After he was finished with my sweatshirt, Logan looked doubtfully at my black sweatpants still on my legs. "Do you need these off too…?"His tone of voice was unsure.

I opened my mouth to give a response, but my head just fell down onto my chest. It hung there, my eyes closed shut as I breathed heavy and broken. Even though I couldn't say the words, Logan knew what I meant. He nudged the top of my sweatpants down slightly, helping me raise my hips off the toilet seat so he could slide the rest of the sweatpants off. I didn't feel vulnerable, and I didn't feel awkward. I felt empty and morose.

Bending down, he moved my old pants over with my shirt and slid the other sweatpants up my legs. When they reached my thighs, I raised my hips up and allowed him to pull the rest of the waistband up.

Once my clothes were all on, Logan stood up and rubbed my shoulder again for comfort. "Do you want to rest?" he asked me, sounding more like a suggestion than a question.

The only answer I gave was in the form of a nod, my fingers curling around the ends of my hoodie. Logan sighed and moved his arms to the sides of my body. "Okay." Putting them under my legs and behind my back, he lifted me up in his arms and walked out of the bathroom. I buried my face in his chest, sniffling and hugging my own cold body. This was what I needed. I needed a friend to help me. I needed a helping hand to lift me out of the dark hole I've fallen into. And Logan was the one to do it.

I felt like I was floating in Logan's arms, each step he took only making me feel lighter and calmer. But then the feeling was gone. The warm, desperately needed arms weren't there for me anymore. Instead, it was the soft texture of sheets underneath me. I instantly curled up to the fabric and rested my head on the fluffy pillow. Logan draped the sheets over my body, tucking me in and adding an additional blanket to keep me from shaking. A feather-like kiss was placed on my forehead before the light shining through my eyelids went dark and I dozed off to sleep.

I woke up to pitch black all around me, sending me in a state of almost panic. I could feel my eyes blinking, but it still was all black to me. This made my heart race in my chest, my breathing becoming so fast that it all couldn't escape my mouth. The blankets felt like they were strangling me, squeezing the life out of me like a snake does to its prey.

This is all your fault…..

The voices in my head kept repeating those very words, circling around in my mind and ringing in my ears.

"No….. NO!" I started screaming, flailing around and kicking into the dark unknown. They were growing stronger, the voices practically yelling in my ears. The beginnings of a heavy migraine were coming to, my head and heart both pounding.

Bright light soon flooded my eyes, my hands going up to block the shine. The blankets that were constricting me were removed, leaving me squirming and shaking in my clothes. A heavy weight was placed on my shoulders, locking the top half of my body in place. I started screaming louder, tears threatening to seep out again. "Help! HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP!"

"Sam! SAM!" The voice yelling at me was recognizable, but it didn't stop me from fighting. "SAM! IT'S ME!"

The familiarity finally set in, my body no longer fighting the voices and things that haunted me. My eyesight cleared, revealing a dark figure standing in front of me. I realized I wasn't in the living room. I was in Logan's bedroom, the only light coming from the cracked window where the street lights stayed on. But that light was enough to leave me squinting, my eyes still sensitive to any form of light.

"It's me. Logan." The fuzzy image cleared in front of me, revealing a worried Logan leaning over the bed with his hands on my shoulders. He was staring at me, rubbing the tops of my shoulders with his hands. "What's wrong?"

"I-I think I had another nightmare…" I stuttered out, sitting up in the bed slowly.

"It sure sounded like one," Logan commented, lifting his hands off of me and smoothing the covers in my lap. "I'll go get you a glass of water." He disappeared out the bedroom door for not even a minute, leaving me alone in his bed.

Logan walked back in the room with a half-full glass in his hand. "Here you are." He handed me the water and sat down on the corner of the bed. That's when I noticed he was dressed in a pair of boxers and a plain white shirt. But the sheets were still made on the other half of the bed.

I took a sip of the much needed water and sighed contently as it flowed down my throat. Holding the glass between my hands, I asked "Were you sleeping?" in a very guilty tone.

Logan pointed out the doorway with his thumb and nodded. "I took the spot on the couch so you could have the bed. You needed it."

My face fell into a frown, thinking that it wasn't right for me to have Logan's bed while he took the couch meant for me. "No," I contradicted, shaking my head. "It's your bed. You can have it back." I tossed the covers down the bed and hung my legs over the edge, pushing off the mattress to try and stand up. But I was too wobbly. My arms shook, and I didn't have enough strength to get up.

"No, Sam. You need it more than me," Logan argued, his tone stern and firm. "You're staying here. I'm not letting you take the couch."

"Then stay with me," I whispered, my eyes falling down to my feet.

He took a step back with wide eyes, scrunching his eyebrows together. "I don't know if that's a good idea… Is everything alright?"

"I-I'm scared…" I managed to choke out, feeling that same lump in my throat return. Another sip of water was needed to cure my dry throat. "I don't want to sleep alone."

"Okay." Logan walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled the covers back, slipping underneath them and pulling them over his body. He adjusted the covers on my side and made sure I was all settled in before getting comfortable himself.

I could feel my eyes starting to droop, murmuring a quiet "Thank you," to Logan before drifting off to sleep again.

"Goodnight, Sam," Logan quietly replied, turning his back to face the other way. Just before I finally fell into deep sleep, I heard Logan sigh and say one more sentence that left me wide awake. "I love you."

And for the rest of the night, I tried to believe that I heard Logan wrong. I tried to believe that he meant it like a brother or a great friend. But deep down, I knew exactly what I heard. I just wasn't prepared for that. I don't think I'd ever be.

LOGAN'S POV:

I knew the moment I woke up the next morning something was different. And it wasn't even the fact I was on the other side of the bed. It was something else. A presence. A feeling that made me calm and happy. A kind of happy that I couldn't explain. It was just something I knew was there inside me.

Rolling over in the bed, I came face to face with the reason why I felt the way I did. Sam was sleeping right next to me, her body curled against my side as her head rested almost in between our pillows. Loose wisps of hair covered her forehead, her eyes closed and long lashes fluttering from the stream of sunlight shining on her face. I couldn't help but smile at the sleeping beauty.

She stirred in bed and inched closer to me, her head lying on my shoulder. My open arm found its way to her side, holding her against me. Sam dug her face into the warm area of my skin and groaned, coming out of the twilight zone to the real world.

I curled my lips up and tried not to laugh at the sound, but she kept shifting slightly and mumbling in her sleep. So I leaned down to whisper "Good morning sleepy" in her ear.

Sam grumbled at my comment and lifted her head, the free hairs falling in front of her face. She pushed them back with her hand and slowly opened her eyes. "Morning…" she greeted in a groggy voice.

I rubbed the side of her arm and smiled, looking down at her. "How'd you sleep?"

"Okay, I guess…" Sam sighed, sitting up and stretching her back. "It was hard after the nightmare, but I managed to get some sleep."

"That's good." I lifted my arm away from her and got up out of bed, stretching my own body. "I'm going to start making breakfast. Do you want anything?"

She shook her head and flipped the covers back, hanging her legs over the edge. "No thanks. Not right now. Do you mind if I go take a shower? I brought shampoo and stuff but I just want to wash yesterday away."

"Yeah, go ahead," I replied casually, walking towards the hallway when Sam stopped me by holding my arm.

"Thanks Logan," she smiled, turning me to give me a hug. My arms wrapped around her, squeezing her just enough to feel her warmth. "You're the best. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Gently rubbing her back, I whispered "I'd do anything for you." Sam pulled away and looked up at me, her eyes softly staring right into mine. I leaned forward and held onto her waist, my eyes glancing from hers to her plush lips. Every fiber in my body was screaming "What the hell are you doing?" but my heart was beating like it never had before.

Just as we were about to meet in another kiss, Sam looked down and turned her face, my lips almost colliding with her cheek. "I-I should get in the shower now…" And with that, she walked away.

And I was left with all these conflicting emotions again. Feelings that I thought went away after James showed interest in such a beautiful woman. Feelings that I thought eventually vanished when I met Sara, the one who supposed to be the love of my life. But at this point, I didn't even know. And I knew my situation with Sam wasn't getting any better. I had to stop it. But I didn't want to. I couldn't.

I couldn't stop the voice speaking inside me. The one that kept saying "I'm in love with Sam." The one that spoke the truth.

JAMES' POV:

Waking up in a hospital without your fiancé by your side is a little upsetting. Forget upsetting, it's nearly heartbreaking. But I'm the one who fucked up my words, the one who was stupid enough to say something instead of just keeping my mouth shut.

And now, instead of seeing Sam's beautiful smile and feeling her soft lips against mine, I saw an empty room. Well, that was until Dana decided to walk in with a tight striped dress on her curvy body. Her hair was curled and pushed to the side, bright red lipstick painted on her face. Sure it was nice to look at a body, but I couldn't look at her face. I was never a fan of a ton of make-up, and that was something Dana always seemed to put on. Sam wasn't like that. She had natural beauty, beauty that shined no matter what. And there was nothing I wanted more than seeing her face walk right through that door. But I guess all I was going to get was Dana.

"Hey baby," she greeted, smiling at me and walking over to the bedside. "How are you?"

"I'm doing better…" I answered, trying not to cringe at the pet-name. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I wanted to see you first this morning to make sure you were doing okay." And there she goes with her hand on my arm, rubbing it up and down.

I brushed off the touch in my mind and looked back at the doorway. "Did you happen to see Sam out there or in the halls?"

Dana's face fell into a slight frown, her nails lifting off my arm. "No, she left with Logan, remember?" she replied cockily, questioning me like I was dumb.

"I know that. I mean did she come by today?"

She shook her head and gave me a sad look. "Oh no, I didn't see her. She's probably spending all her time with Logan. I mean, she is staying at his house. She would have been here by now if she was stopping by in the morning."

Now it was my turn to frown, smoothing out the covers underneath my hand. "Oh… okay."

Dana sat on the edge of the bed and played with the covers between her fingers, leaning forward to give me another cleavage shot that I just so happened to look down at. "You know…" she began, still looking down at the sheets. "I heard there's something going on between Sam and Logan…"

"What? That's impossible…" I argued, my eyebrows scrunching together. "They wouldn't do that."

"Well…" Dana looked around the room, leaning in ever closer to me and lowering her voice. "I didn't want to tell you this because you might get upset, but I think you should know. Logan and Sam have been pretty close to each other. Closer than you think."

"Dana, what do you mean? They're like brother and sister." I was getting confused. Dana was probably trying to mess with my head, but with the way she was acting, she was making it seem real.

"I mean, you need to watch out for Logan. He wants Sam, James. You could tell by the way he was acting yesterday. And she doesn't seem to mind. "

I rolled my eyes and scooted over, giving more space between the two of us. "Dana, knock it off with the bullshit. Logan wouldn't do that. And neither would Sam. I don't need to hear these lies."

Dana sat up and threw her hands in the air, sighing. "Fine then. You ask them about the kiss in Drew's room and then in the car."

"What? What kiss? What are you talking about?"

She stopped walking and turned to face me again, her hands on her hips and lips curled up in a smirk. "Why don't you ask her?"