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Logan was happy. For two years of heartache he had waited until he could finally be with James again. Now, that they had finally met again, his heart was content. Listening to James sleep next to him, made him remember when he had first met James, twelve years ago.

August 18, 2002. Logan was eight. He had been in foster care his entire life, and he was one of the many who no one had wanted. Today was his birthday, and it was celebrated as usual, with a homemade paper card. No presents, no cake, no family or friends to spend it with. It reminded him of how he wasn't wanted or loved, and at that age he finally was able to understand why, he wasn't as good as the rest of the world, he was just the foster kid. Today was like most usual days, he went to school, got yelled at by the teacher, came back to the house and did chores. But after finishing his chores, he noticed something. Another kid had a birthday card with him. Logan went over and started a conversation.

"Hi," he said in the bubbly speak of an eight year old, "My name is Logan, and today's my birthday. I noticed it was your's as well."

After moments of silence, the other kid replied with a stern, "Hello."

More silence followed, until Logan again started talking, "Well aren't you mean! I am just trying to be nice, and ask you about your birthday!"

The boy looked up and stared at him, with astonishingly cold eyes for a child. After a time he saw them warm

"I'm sorry for that, I'm James," James said, and he put out his hand for Logan to shake, and Logan shook it, "I turned eight today. How old are you?"

"I turned eight today, too!" Happy that his new friend had something in common with him.

James smiled and they began their friendship.

Twelve years later, their friendship had turned into a emotional relationship. Logan had loved James for many years, in secret, hoping James would one day notice him. He didn't know that for most of the time, James had secretly loved him as well. Now, though, their was no denying their love.

Logan cuddled deeper into James. This was his favorite part of being in a relationship, the cuddling. He felt close and connected to James, like they were one person not two, that could never be separated. Logan started to comb through James' hair. He focused on the one spot of James' scalp that he knew made him go crazy. Sure enough, James began to purr in his sleep. Logan then began to braid J's long hair. He French braided it into a long braid, all the while knowing that J would not care when he awoke. As James had always thought that Logan was perfect. After finishing, Logan craned his head around, gave James a hickey, and went to sleep.

Logan awoke with James kissing him. He returned the kiss, and for a time the world slowed down. Logan wished that it would always be like this, but eventually James pulled apart.

"I love my hair," James said with a smile.

"I thought you would."

"I love it like I love you."

This caused Logan to smile, and initiate another kiss.

"I have always loved you J," He said after breaking the kiss off.

James smiled, and then groped him quickly. Logan wanted to beg him for more, but James put his finger to Logan's lips, silencing him.

"We have to go wake the others, so get dressed" he informed Logan.

Logan hopped out of bed, opened his suitcase, and began to dress. The entire time he could feel James' eyes watching him, but he didn't care, as there was nothing he hadn't seen. After some time he was finished. He wore grey sweatpants, and a salmon sweater, while James was clad in his usual boots, jeans, and a jacket. They walked out of the room side-by-side and opened the door to Jonathan and Patrick's room.

Patrick was jolted awake by the opening of their door. He looked up to see James, and another unknown man walk in. He shook Jonathan's arm to wake him. Jonathan sprang up, and held Patrick as if to protect him.

"Get dressed," James stated, " We go to meet my associate now, so hurry."

"Who's that?" Patrick asked, pointing at the man.

"A friend of mine, Logan." James answered.

"Why----" Patrick began to ask before he was interrupted.

"It makes no matter! Hurry and get dressed!" James spat.

Without being told anything else, Patrick and Jonathan got out of the bed, and got dressed. All the while, James and Logan got everything else packed, and put into suitcases. James explained that they would not be coming back to the motel. Patrick grabbed his things as they followed a speeding James out of the room.

When they got outside, he barely had time to catch up with Jonathan and Logan, when James, who was about 100 yards from the car turned around and yelled at them to hurry up. He then proceeded to walk and get in the car. Jonathan turned to say something to him, and that's when the entrance to the motel exploded.

Patrick felt himself picked up and thrown a few yards, until he slammed onto the pavement. He heard a snap, and felt a warm pain radiating from his collarbone. His ears rang, and his nose began to bleed.

"Oh God," He thought, "I'm going to die."

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