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hortensemitchell · 3 years ago

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Love Science: Chapter Two

Logan believed that he could solve anything through the power of science, even something as complicated as love. James is set on teaching him that love can’t be summed up in experiments and charts.

The two of them might just learn that there is more to love than they realize.

Rating: T

Pairing: Logan Mitchell/James Diamond

Words: 2168

Logan wishes he could have seen it coming, but he never would have guessed that this was Kendall’s genius plan. As the doors on the far side of the gym slammed open, the school's wrestling team walked through though they looked a little different than usual.

Instead of the singlets brandishing the schools official colors of maroon and gold, they stepped out in leopard print leotards, complete with leg warmers and did he see tails? Logan leaned forward over the stadium seat in front of him for closer inspection, watching as a stocky senior turned around to face one of the coaches. And yes those leotards were definitely equipped with tails.

Logan glanced over at the other boys beside him each mirroring the others with looks of pure glee at the embarrassment they’ve caught on film. And while he should also feel the giddiness of pay back, Logan couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong.

He leaned closer to James, and carefully whispered, “Should I even ask where you guys got the costumes?”

“You know how on Monday Kendall and I snuck out of homeroom to get my Barracuda emergency kit from my locker?”

Logan had to resist the urge to roll his eyes because only James would consider flat hair reason enough to risk detention. He had to commend James though, his dedication towards always looking his best was pretty impressive. Still he nodded to get him to continue with the story.

“Well we were on our way back when Mrs.Bigler rounded the corner. And you know how she is. She would have locked us away in her witchy dungeon, or something.” James shuddered at the idea. “Although come to think of it, she still hasn’t returned the lucky backup up comb she confiscated from me last month.”

“What does this have to do with the cat club going on down there?”

James shot Logan a quick glare, “ I was getting to that. Anyways, we quickly ducked into the nearest room which happened to be the theater. And once Kendall saw the costumes the rest was history.”

“Well that explains where you were after class, but how did you manage to sneak all of this from the costume department? Sharon Maynor guards that room like a hawk.” One time Logan stepped into the room for some thread to fix a tear in his uniform pants, and he swears she tried to staple his sleeve to the desk. No prank was worth exposure to that girl.

James quirked his eyebrow in confusion before doing his signature hand gesture over his face.

Right, the face. James operated on a whole other world from his friends, a flirty smile and a twinkle in his eye could usually melt the coldest of hearts. Logan understands that fully, as he had been subjected to those hazel eyes and bright smile since he was eight. And he had yet to learn how to tell him no.

He had to admit, even though he had a bad feeling about this, the plan was pretty solid. Not only did they get video evidence of the wrestling team wearing embarrassing costumes, but they also managed to anger the MSU recruiters too. Turns out wearing costumes depicting the mascot of MSU’s rival college tends to put recruiters in a sour mood.

Logan watches the two men storm out of the gym with the wrestling coach hot on their heels. He hears some muttering about how they will come back next week and they expect the boys will take it more seriously. And now would be a good time for them to make their exit. It seems like all of the boys were on the same page as Kendall begins to pack up the tripod, and the other boys make their way toward the door.

As Carlos edges his way behind Kendall to make his exit, he delivers a quick congratulatory shoulder slap to the blonde boy. However, like anything with Carlos, his enthusiasm leads him to be a little more heavy handed than necessary.

From his spot holding the door to freedom and safety, Logan watches the tripod stumble from Kendall’s fingers and over the railing. He makes a grab for it, but it barely grazes his fingers and disappears from sight. It seems like the world moves in slow motion as the camera makes its descent to the floor.

He looks over at James who is standing next to him with one foot out in the hallway, and he can only imagine he mirrors the look of horror on James’ face.

The sound of the camera smashing on the linoleum floors is echoed throughout the room and suddenly all eyes are on the four boys in the balcony.

Just as quickly as time had stopped it sprang back into motion as Kendall dove over the row of seats to make his hasty exit, Carlos not far behind. As he passed Logan, he wrapped his hand around Logan’s bicep, almost a repeat of what happened at his locker. Only this time, their lives were on the line.

The boys took off down the hallway as fast as their legs could take them, trying to get as much distance from the gym and murderous wrestling team as possible. But without a plan of exit, they were as good as dead.

Taking this turn and that, the boys made their way through the labyrinth of hallways, listening intently for the tell tale sign of other sneakers. Just ahead Logan could see their final exit. If they could just make it there, they would live to see another day.

As the group of boys made it to the door, they pushed through together eager to finally be safe, but the door didn’t budge. Locked. Of course, that was just their luck. They couldn’t stand there though, the hallways were quiet now and Logan realized that meant there would be no witnesses.

“Okay this would be a really great time for you to use that big brain of yours buddy,” Carlos said, as he adjusted his helmet.

Logan sputters in disbelief, “You know I panic under pressure!” He glances over to Kendall, whose eyes are trained on the far end of the hallway obviously keeping an eye out for their safety. “Kendall, what are we going to do?”

“We need to split up, I’ll take Carlos and head for the exit by the science labs. James, you and Logan should go the opposite direction and exit by the cafeteria.” Kendall said, surveying all of his friends. “We’ll reconvene at McComey park in fifteen minutes. Sound good?”

It wasn’t the best plan of action, but Kendall was right, they were less of a target split up. The boys took off in opposite directions, shouting wishes of good luck as they tried to make it to freedom once again.

James makes his way down the hallway a good distance ahead of Logan who straggles behind. They were both athletes sure, but James towered over him and while Logan had gotten used to looking up to the other boy, he refused to speed walk just to keep his pace.

“You’re still coming to Kendall’s after school to tutor me right?” James asked, looking over his shoulder. “If I flunk this exam in algebra, I can kiss the recital goodbye. Mom’s already looking for a reason to pull me from my lessons.”

Logan had been tutoring the other boys pretty much since he was eight years old. He had never seen it as a burden though, in fact he enjoyed the challenge. Each boy learned in a different way, and had different struggles and Logan had to figure out how to tailor his lessons to each of them.

With Carlos he had to make the lessons hands-on. Reading passages or listening to explanations was as good as doing nothing. So, he had him make dioramas, posters, and set up science experiments and otherwise tried to put that neverending energy to good use. And he never felt so proud when Carlos would come bounding up to the table with a huge A on his latest project.

Kendall rarely came to Logan for help, he generally wanted to take on the world alone like always. But even he knew when to throw in the towel. From time to time, Kendall would make the walk to Logan’s house with a backpack full of assignments and they would work well into the night catching up.

School wasn’t the most important thing in the world to the blonde, but hockey was. And as long as he keeps a C average, his place on the hockey team was secure.

While he tutored the other boys once in a while, Logan’s situation with James was a little different. Since they were about 11 years old, Logan had become James' permanent tutor. Most days after school Logan would follow James to Kendall’s house and help him study for all of his classes.

He was always happy to do it though, even with the amount of work his AP classes gave him. James’ mom Brooke would look for any reason to pull James from his singing and dance lessons and throw him into the Future Business Leaders of America. And it would be over Logan’s dead body that he would let her crush James' dream like that.

Logan was about to reply to James when he felt a strong pull on the back of shirt as he was slammed into the nearby lockers. Now in front of him stood the stocky senior Logan had seen in the gym, and an impossibly tall student he recognized from his shop class.

While James and his lives might be on the line, Logan still found some humor in the current situation. The seniors, while obviously livid, were still dressed up in leopard print costumes, and he found it hard to not giggle at the ridiculousness of it. They could kick his ass sure and it would hurt, but could they look intimidating with tails? Unlikely.

He closed his eyes and braced himself for the impact as one of the guys, wedged his hand in the front of his shirt and raised his fist back, but the impact never came. Instead James had rushed down the hallway, slamming into the senior with his full body weight and causing them to sprawl on the floor.

The taller boy on the wrestling team didn’t seem to want to get involved and instead watched the spectacle with his back pressed to the lockers across from Logan.

Yet again James had stepped into the line of fire to protect him. But he didn’t have time to think about that as James sprung up from the floor and snatched Logan by the hand, yanking him down the hallway. For now they were back in survival mode, but yet another set of exit doors was in sight.

James pulled the door open and ushered Logan through it quickly as he looked down the hallway making sure they weren’t being followed. The feeling of the afternoon sun on his skin was a slight comfort, but the boys didn’t lessen their haste as they booked it to the meeting point. They made it out alive, but it was best not to take any chances.

Logan didn’t think he had ever been so relieved to see Kendall and Carlos in his life. Neither of them seemed to have a care in the world, swinging on the rickety swing set. Carlos going way higher than was probably safe for the run down equipment, but they had survived worse today and Logan wasn’t about to stop his fun.

Kendall finally noticed the other two boys approach and dug his heels into the gravel to stop his swing. He gave Logan and James an odd look when they stopped in front of them, and that’s when Logan noticed that James and his fingers were still entwined.

James must have noticed at the same time because he quickly snatched his hand away and looked off to the side embarrassed. Logan immediately missed the warmth.

James cleared his throat, and adjusted his bag strap before addressing everyone, “So we’re all heading to Kendall’s right?”

And just like that, the afternoon's adventures had been placed in the back of everyone’s mind. But Logan couldn’t help dwelling on it.

It wasn’t weird right? The fact that he had liked holding hands with the other boy. It made sense that he felt comfort from the touch, after all they had been very cuddly friends for years. And James had just saved Logan yet again. That was probably where the weird feelings were coming from he deduced.

Still as the boys made their way out of the playground and off to Kendall’s neighborhood, Logan watched James as he joked about with Carlos. And he swore he might have had a concussion because the sunlight seemed to shine solely on James.

Weird.

Read Chapter Three Here.

#My writing #James Diamond #Logan Mitchell #Kendall Knight #Carlos Garcia #Jogan

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