"What do you want, man? I'm getting ready to go play basketball," Logan said, as James entered his dorm room.
"Nothing. Just stopping by to say 'hi', I guess," James explained.
James took a seat on Logan's bed.
"You know what would be great? If you got a life," Logan commented.
James looked down a little bit. Some of Logan's comments really did sting, sometimes.
"Can I come play basketball with you?" James asked.
"Well, I'm gonna be playing basketball with my friends, so no, because you're not my friend."
Logan was mean to James literally every time he saw him. It had been that way ever since James arrived at Pacific Coast Academy. James wouldn't have put up with it for so long from anyone else. Normally, he would've just stopped speaking to Logan a long time ago, but Logan was just...gorgeous. James had never been so attracted to anyone in his life. The short, curly-haired boy was pure perfection, and his small frame just made him even more adorable.
"You look great today, Logan," James complimented.
"I'm just wearing basketball shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt, you idiot."
"Your little bicep muscles are so cute," said James.
"What did you just say?" Logan responded angrily.
He walked up to James, who was still sitting in his bed, and got in his face.
"Are you trying to be funny or something?" Logan asked.
"No, no, I didn't mean it like that. I meant it as a compliment."
Logan's face was so close to James' that their noses were almost touching.
"I may be small, but don't think I won't drop your ass," Logan threatened.
James was looking Logan's face over. He was just enjoying having his face so close, and imagined what it'd be like to kiss Logan. Logan was so perfect, in James' eyes.
"Logan, am I handsome?"
"What the fuck? I'm telling how I'll kick your ass and you're asking me if you're handsome? You're such a weirdo, man."
Logan backed off and went back to getting his things together for basketball.
"Logan..." James started.
He wanted to express to Logan, in some way, how attracted he was to him, but Logan was always so on edge when he was around James that it was difficult.
"Logan, why do you hate me?"
"I don't hate you, dude. We just don't need any new people in our group, then you come along, and everyone loves you. It's just annoying. You're annoying."
"You yell at me and insult me until I feel like a piece of human garbage, but I still like you."
"And I still don't like you. Sorry."
"Logan, you're so perfect."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"You're so beautiful, and cute, and your hair is cute."
"So you're gay? That's fine, man, but I'm not. Actually explains a lot about why you keep coming around here, even though I've made it pretty clear that we're not friends."
"I mean, I don't think I'm gay. I still like girls, a lot, but all I see is cuteness, when I look at you."
"Ugh. What is with the 'cute' stuff? Guys don't like to be called 'cute'."
"I know you'd never kiss me, but can I have a hug?" pleaded James.
"Logan I masturbate to you every night. Can you imagine how happy it'd make me just to hug you? I know you act like you're cold-hearted, but I also know you're a human being, with feelings, so please just make me a little happy, since I'll never get to kiss you."
"Oh my god. Jesus Christ. Fine. You're so pathetic."
Logan quickly walked over to James, who was still sitting, bent down, and hugged him. The hug lasted for several seconds, which was longer than Logan preferred.
"Alright, that's enough," stated Logan, before pulling away from the hug.
"Now I'm horny," James said bluntly.
"Don't care," Logan replied.
"Have you ever wondered what it's like to be with another boy, intimately?" James asked.
"I've never even done anything with a girl, and I'm pretty sure you haven't either, so your question seems dumb."
"That's not what I asked, though."
"Sure I've wondered. Most guys have, but that's just natural curiosity. What's your point?"
"I'll be like your test subject, if you want. Like, you can touch my penis, if you want, just to see what it's like."