Logan PoV
"Are you serious? You've never had a brownie in a mug before? Those things are amazing! You know what? We're going to make them." I said to Kendall, the pretty, bad boy superstar who was currently taking residence in my home.
"Right now?" he asked.
"Of course! When else?"
He gave me a look and I sighed. I grabbed him by the shoulders and backed him into the kitchen. "Come on, you big baby."
I had been spending more and more time with this boy, and the more I got to know him, the cooler he seemed to be. He liked to help people whenever he could, he liked seeing people happy. He also liked hockey, but his dreams of getting a hockey scholarship were flushed down the drain once he got signed to that record company. His favorite color was green and he liked pink smoothies the most out of the rest of the other colors. He said that he would rather go on simple dates rather than extravagant ones; dates with more thought put into them than money.
His little sister, Katie, was still around, even though he hasn't seen her since the car crash. He wanted to find her. They got separated when they were put into different foster homes. He's been looking for her for the past five years. That's all the information I could get out of him, though. He wasn't willing to share much more with me than that, though.
We had gotten to the kitchen and I had started pulling out the ingredients for the brownies. I told him to grab two large mugs from one of the cabinets above the sink. Once he gave the mugs to me, I got to work on making the sweet treats. Not even two minutes after I started, Kendall came up behind me and peeked over my shoulder, his breath hitting my neck, making me shiver. He must have felt it; he backed away from me a bit and moved off to the side.
First, I added the flour. Then the sugar, cocoa powder, egg, milk, oil, and lastly: the chocolate chips with a sprinkle of salt and a dash of vanilla essence. I did the same thing with the next mug and stirred them. I put both of them in the microwave (on high) for about two minutes. Soon, they were done!
"Voilà! Mr. Knight! Ze microwave browniez are finito! Bon appetit, Monsieur!" I yelled at Kendall in a cheesy French accent.
He smiled that heart-melting smile at me again and I felt like I was going to end up as a puddle of Logan on the floor if he did it again anytime soon.
I handed him his mug and blushed furiously as our fingers brushed when he took it from me. I grabbed mine as well and we walked into the living room together.
"Hey, do you want to watch a movie?" he asked innocently.
I nodded 'yes' at him and he went over to my video rack and yelled out a few options for us. We eventually settled on The Boy Next Door, and after that, The Wedding Ringer.
We both settled down on the couch, side by side and dug into our afternoon treats as soon as I had hit play on the movie.
-o.O.o-
Kendall PoV
Logan and I had started watching the movies together, but after about an hour of the first movie, he had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I had been getting drowsy too, what from the amazing mug brownie and the warmth coming from the boy next to me, so I laid my head down on top of his and drifted off as well.
-o.O.o-
(Three hours later)
"Kendall? Hey, Ken, wake up. Movies are over." I cracked open my eyes to see the sweet brunette waving his hands in front of my face. I caught his hand and pulled it down to my cheek. He gasped and pulled away as soon as his skin came in contact with mine.
Time to go lick my wounds.
He moved away from me and I sat up on the couch. "Carlos and James called me. They said that they'd be over in the next hour or so. Come help me clean up and take care of Yuma."
I mumbled an "Okay." before getting up and helping him clean up the huge house.
A good hour later, most of the house was spotless and Yuma was primped and ready for company, even though these people had seen her plenty of times before.
The doorbell rang at the same time that my phone went off. I had turned it back on, just in case I got any calls that were absolutely dire and I used Logan's phone charger to make sure that it had some juice.
"LOGAN!" I shouted.
"WHAT?!" the creature yelled back, sounding agitated.
"GO GET THE DOOR!"
"WHY DON'T YOU GET IT?!"
"This is your house, not mine." I said smugly, knowing that he would hear me. I heard him sigh loudly before appearing in one of the doorways in the room. He passed me, flicking my head as he did so, and walked to open the front door. My phone was still ringing off the hook, so I frantically unlocked it and answered. "Hello?"
"Kendall Donald Knight!" I heard my manager yell through the cell. I rolled my eyes and answered with a quiet 'yes?' I forgot that she knew my middle name...
"Where on Earth are you?! I just now get a call saying that you stormed off at least four days ago from your tour bus, and that the crew hasn't contacted you or seen you since?! What happened? I want a complete explanation! And answer my first question: WHERE ARE YOU?!"
I winced at the tone in her voice and I rattled off what had happened, from the moment I stormed off, to the place where I was currently residing. She stayed silent for a moment, no doubt contemplating ideas for publicity and the media in that one-track mind of hers.
"Honey, I'm hoooome!" I heard someone yell from the front door. It was probably James and Carlos coming over for their daily visit to see how Logan and I were doing and if I was treating him alright. Soon after, I felt someone's breath tickling the sprinkling of hairs on the back of my neck.
Next, a pair of hands covered my eyes and I couldn't see much. I still had the phone up to my ear and my manager had started chattering away about the 'good publicity' I could get from the media seeing me staying with a fan for a couple of weeks.
"Guess who?" a deep voice whispered in my ear.
Yep, definitely James. What if I messed with him a little...?
I quickly ended the call. "Orlando Bloom?" I guessed.
James chuckled from behind me and said 'no."
"Ooh, ooh, Kellin Quinn!"
He sighed and moved his hands, disappointed. "You really couldn't tell it was me?"
I shrugged. He glared at me. "What?! They're really hot..."
James smiled at me, forgiving easily, and agreed as Carlos came over and greeted me. I addressed the Latino and pulled him in for a short hug, seeing James and Logan out of the corner of my eye. James looked furious, but Logan looked... hurt.
Once I saw the expression on his face, I let go of the dazed boy and stepped away from him, blushing furiously. I had hurt the dazzling creature. I didn't mean to! How was I going to make it up to him?
James seemed to get over his anger quickly, coming over to me and leaning his arm on top of my shoulder, putting a lot of his weight on my body. "I just still cannot believe that our idol is staying here! Kendall Knight! With the world's hottest nerd, nonetheless, but still." I zoned out after that. James and Carlos only went on about how famous I was and when they were going to see my next concert. They wouldn't stop bugging me about the tickets, saying that since we were now friends, they had to get into the concerts for free. Some nonsense.
Logan walked over to the couch and sat down with Yuma. He looked like he could have been radiating visible waves of sadness and gloom. When did he take Yuma out of her cage? I went over to the creature and sat down next to him. I laid my head in his lap and pushed Yuma off of the couch. She squeaked but settled down at his feet. I looked up into those lucent chocolate brown orbs of his and he looked into my bottle green orbs. "I'm sorry." I apologized.
He blushed and looked away. He didn't want for me to apologize, but he knew what I was talking about. All he did was nod and place his hand on my head. Eventually, James and Carlos joined us and we all sat and talked for a while. Logan was stroking my hair absentmindedly and I soon drifted off to sleep, letting that peaceful oblivion grasp me for a while.
Chapter song - 'Here's To Never Growing Up' by Avril Lavigne / 'Endlessly' by The Cab