When he first fell for Logan, yeah, he was pretty sure he was dying--lucky for the world, that wasn't the case.
Now Logan was was with Kendork and Jett felt sick all over again. His chest was tight in a painful clenching way instead of the light fluttering way, and there were large knots growing in his throat and stomach, making it hard to breathe.
He couldn't find it in him to leave his apartment and grace Hollywood with his presence when he felt this badly--and he didn't look his usual level of handsomeness either. No, his time would be better spent hauled up in his apartment and looking for a doctor that makes house calls.
Because this time, Jett was pretty sure that death was upon him.
STILL in a Jettgan mood, so you all might as well get on board with this.
Kendall rolls his eyes and turned to leave the living room with a grumble, leaving Logan, James, and Carlos to watch him go with amused smiles. Logan stood from the couch to greet his boyfriend with a peck on the lips. "Sorry about that," the genius motioned toward where Kendall left.
"I couldn't care less about Kendork-"
"Stop calling me that!"
James and Carlos looked down the hall when they heard Kendall yell, but Jett ignored the outburst and went on. "The producers of New Town High called a few minutes ago and we're switching to an international network."
"That's great," Logan congratulated the actor and James and Carlos gave their own words of approval. "So, what does that mean for you guys?"
"Well, I'll get even more money now," Jett started and Logan rolled his eyes. "I'm moving to New York, and most importantly, now my face gets to be seen all around the world."
The pair on the couch paused their game and slowly turned toward the couple. Logan's jaw was unhinged but Jett didn't notice as he continued to rant about how gorgeous his face would look on an HD television in another country. "You're moving to New York?" Logan interrupted the young star.
Jett stopped, seemingly annoyed at being interrupted when he was talking about himself, and quirked a brow at his boyfriend's expression of disbelief. "Yeah," he answered with a nonchalant gesture of his shoulders. "Anyway, can't you just picture how much sexier I would be if I were speaking another language?"
"You're leaving the Palm Woods...and moving to New York?" Logan asked again, eyes narrowing toward Jett.
Jett sighed, aiming a dull look at the genius. "Logan, I think you're missing the point. I'm gonna be internationally renowned. You'll be the boyfriend of an even bigger star!"
Looking awkward to still be in the room while this conversation was taking place, James and Carlos stood from the couch. "We're just gonna..."
"Be somewhere else..." James finished as they rushed out of the room and ran around the corner to their bedroom. When the door slammed shut, Logan looked back toward Jett, wearing a dangerous expression that was mixed with hurt.
"Anyway," Jett rolled his eyes at the ridiculous pair and leaned in to kiss Logan cheek, "I'm gonna go home and pack."
Jett finally got Logan placed right where he wanted and then uncovered his boyfriend's eyes. Logan was expecting some sort of "tada" moment or something spectacularly Jett, like the moment when he revealed he bought a house, but there was nothing different about the Jett's living room other than a few new bookshelves.
Logan glanced at Jett with a raised eyebrow, wondering why he would have so many extra shelves installed if he didn't read that much, and why it was supposed to be such a surprise. "They're nice," the genius finally commented. He glanced over the woodwork once more. "Do you plan on doing more reading?"
"No," Jett snorted at the idea. Why read when there would be a movie about it in a few years? "I was just thinking about how you said you had a lot of books and not a lot of shelves, so I put in more shelves here," he explained as he walked up and down the area where the new shelves were placed.
Logan nodded slowly and crossed his arms over his chest as he watched Jett. "Then I thought it would be absurd of you to have your books here--you would have to...go back and forth between your apartment and my house every time you wanted to read something..."
"So...?" Logan prompted.
"So, you should just...bring the rest of your stuff here too," Jett stated in a nonchalant tone. His eyes didn't even leave the bookshelves as he pretended to inspect them. "I mean, we both know my bed is big enough for both of us to lay in...if you get tired," he added. "And I know nothing about cooking, so you'll have to help me with breakfast, lunch, and dinner too if you're still around."
By that time, Logan was trying to hold back a wide smile.
"Oh, and you'll need a key," Jett shrugged again, "For when I'm not around and you need to get in so you can...read and stuff."
Still trying not to grin like an idiot and scare of the actor, Logan took a small step toward Jett. "Are you asking me to move in with you?"
"No," Jett waved him off and looked at him seriously. "I just think it would be a good idea for you to keep your books and stuff here, sleep here, and hang out here...with me. No one said anything about moving."
"Ah," Logan nodded in understanding, but still smirked. "Well I would love to have a place to read and stuff." He took a few more steps forward and placed a soft kiss to the actor's lips. He smiled he when felt Jett's lips curve into his own. "And I love the bookshelves."
Prompt: ice skating, where one sucks and the other is practically a pro.
She stared at her breath in front of her and the frosted ice and tried to get balanced on the thin blades underneath her feet. “I thought you said you ice skated before,” the redhead called as she expertly skated back to her girlfriend.
“Yeah, I…have,” the brunet spoke in broken sentences, her voice wavering when she tried letting go of the bar but soon after started wobbling and found purchase on it again. “But not on ice,” she bit out with a glare aimed in Chloe’s direction.
The older girl giggled again and reached out to adjust the panda bear earmuffs she insisted the brunet should wear. “It’s totally easy. Watch me.” Chloe spun around and skated in a small circle even going backwards and doing several complex spins just to show off before returning to Beca. “Tada!” she grinned but was met with an unamused expression.
“I’m leaving,” Beca finally said in a flat tone and began the difficult trek out of the arena.
“Okay, okay.” Chloe still couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. Beca’s pride was adorable sometimes. She grabbed the young girl’s arm and turned the smaller body toward her and pried the death grip off the railing despite Beca’s protests. “I’m gonna help you,” the bubbly girl insisted and began skating backward, taking Beca’s stiff body with her. “You have to relax, bend your knees, and make a V with your feet…” Chloe listed instructions and helping Beca follow them.
After a while, Beca seemed to be doing better—though she was still staring at her feet—but she was practically skating on her own. “Good job!” Chloe praised. “I’m gonna let go of your hands now…”
“What?” Beca’s head whipped up to meet her girlfriend’s soft, crystal blue eyes. Chloe bit back another laugh when Beca’s fists tightened ever more around her fingers.
“You’ll do fine! The worst part is over. You already fell,” she teased.
“Chloe,” Beca warned, refusing to let go when the taller girl’s hands released hers. “Chloe!” the brunet wobbled and flailed slightly when she let go completely and put distance between them.
“You’re totally safe,” the redhead told her. “Keep your eyes on me,” she continued to talk in a slow and gentle voice that soothed the other’s nerves. When the DJ’s wide eyes met hers she was giving that friendly smile that never failed to pull Beca in. “You’re doing great.”
Instead of smiling, Beca reeled in the curving corners of her mouth and gave her girlfriend a pointed look. “If I fall, I’m totally blaming you.”
“If you fall, I’ll catch you.”
It was like a line straight out of one of those corny chick flick movies that Jesse—and now Chloe too—made her watch all the time, but she fell for it all the same. There was no doubt in her mind that whether they were on ice, on stage, or just lying in each other’s arms on a lazy Sunday afternoon, Chloe would be there, arms open and prepared to catch her if she fell.
And she was there to do the same.
Finally Beca let her lips curl up into a smile and continued skating toward Chloe. “I knew you could do it,” Chloe beamed a proud smile as she skated around to Beca and grabbed her hand. They both smiled when their fingers entwined together. “And you did fall.”
“Yeah, I think I’m getting the hang of-” at that moment Beca lost her footing and fell right back on her bottom. Chloe let out a tiny peep of surprise as she was brought to the ground as well. The brunet let out a puff of air as Chloe landed on top of her then started laughing. When the redhead gathered herself she joined in the laughter as well. “So much for that.”
Chloe nodded with a snort as she poked at the short girl’s flushed nose and cheeks, and adjusted the earmuffs again. “I still think you’re cute though.”
His smile was crooked, his hair was almost as dreadful as his friends', he had zero fashion sense, and why he would rather read about Venus or whatever than who the hottest stars in Hollywood were was beyond him!
By the way, he was the hottest star in Hollywood.
But whenever he was on the receiving end of that crooked smile, and despite his hair, clothes, and boring nerdy habits, his heart beat a little faster, his mouth got drier, and his body would suddenly get over heated. He felt like he couldn't breathe and like he was going to throw up all at the same time.
And that's why Jett was pretty sure that he was dying.
The genius rolled his eyes but kept a playful smile. "Oh boy," he mumbled and turned a page in his book without lifting his eyes. "That's never good."
Jett grunted, brushed off the comment and scooted closer to his boyfriend. "I was flipping through channels the other day--there was a shocking lack of me on TV by the way."
Logan's lips curled further.
"So I saw this show about weddings and I started thinking about why people would want to get married..." Jett trailed off, looking down to inspect his finger nails.
The brunet blinked, finally looking up from his book to gaze at the suddenly quiet actor. "And...what did you decide?" Logan questioned when he was still met with silence.
Jett just shrugged and let out a casual breath. He reached for the remote and turned on the TV as he settled into his couch and pulled Logan closer. Logan continued to watch the TV star but Jett's attention remained on a random episode of some teen comedy that he guest starred in.
Then Logan's eyes were back on his book and Jett was sure he was into it, instead of staring at him with those big eyes. The ones that made his chest tighten and his stomach do that fluttering thing--which Logan told him meant he was nervous.
But Jett Stetson didn't get nervous.
He just sometimes felt a little sick when it came to Logan.
He took another deep breath before he leaned toward Logan and kissed his cheek, feeling Logan's dimple press into his lingering lips. "We should get married," he whispered.
Logan suddenly shut his book and whipped around to face Jett. "I knew it!" he grinned pointing an accusing finger at the actor.
"What?"
"That you want to marry me. You act like you don't want a commitment and that you don't get why anyone would want it, but..." Logan gently bit on his bottom lip, "you love me enough to rethink all that. You actually want to marry me." The shorter man leaned in and pressed a long kiss to his boyfriend's lips.
Jett quickly became distracted by the feel of the soft lips and roaming hands and he forgot where he was even going with the conversation. But he wasn't about to make Logan stop. He pulled the brunet closer and began trailing his lips over the smooth neck, eliciting quiet moans of approval from Logan. "Is that a yes?" he asked between kisses.
"Yes," Logan pulled back to grin down at his now fiance, "definitely, yes."
Finally a Bechloe plot bunny! I've been waiting for this day. Based on this post. So thanks so much to this user for pointing this out.
Summary: Chloe takes a reluctant Beca shopping.
It was like a war zone...only with less blood and more tears.
The DJ's eyes finally landed on the wide china blue ones that belonged to her red-headed friend who dragged her to the mall in the first place. Beca blinked at the unhinged jaw and her frozen position. "What?"
"You hate shopping?" Chloe continued to gape at her.
"Well, yeah," the brunette gave a little laugh and shrug. "Have you seen the way I dress? I'm not fashionable."
Chloe made a face akin to watching your adorable pet do something wrong. "Your clothes are kind of cute..." she remarked then her nose wrinkled and her auburn curls bounced as she shook her head and turned back to the clothing rack. "But that's what I love about you. You're clueless and now I get to dress you up," Chloe beamed and held a short, pink lace dress up to Beca's body. "Like a little Barbie doll."
There were so many things wrong with what just came out Chloe's mouth that Beca had to pause and take it all in again. "I...you-" she huffed, letting the comments go--including the Barbie doll thing that she's pretty sure was a crack on her height--then pushed the feminine garment away. "No," she deadpanned, pointing at the dress.
Chloe pouted. "Beca please," she begged but was met with a defiant stance of crossed arms and dull eyes. "It's just you and me here, and I promise no one will find out about it. Just let me dress you up!" Chloe clasped her hands together and pouted further.
The brunette's eyes narrowed as she tried to resist the ridiculously adorable face the older girl was making, but the blue eyes seemed to had grown in size and were shimmering like something in an anime. "Fine." Beca snatched the dress out of her hand and rolled her eyes at the victorious smile on Chloe's face. Her eyes darted around the department store and her voice lowered to a forceful whisper as she stepped closer to the redhead. "But this never leaves this mall."
"Scouts honor," Chloe held up three fingers then excitedly turned back to the clothing rack to find more things for Beca to try on.
The next hour at the mall was spent shoving the reluctant younger girl into all sorts of frilly skirts, blouses, and dresses. Every time Beca shuffled out of the fitting room Chloe would squeal and fawn over how cute she was, catching the attention of some nearby shoppers.
"Geez, Chloe!" Beca hissed and ran back into the curtained room when eyes were once again on her. "Do you have to do that every time?"
"I'm sorry! You're just so cute," the ginger girl couldn't stop smiling at how Beca looked in the clothes. She even managed to take a few photos on her phone while the brunette wasn't paying attention. She heard Beca growl from inside the fitting room and smacked her lips. "That one wasn't even that bad," she stated referring to the red button up shirt. "I think it's my favorite that you've tried on...I've always thought red was your color," she added with a smirk.
"Maybe that's because you own one just like it," the DJ responded, completely ignoring the double meaning behind Chloe's words. Beca pulled the curtain back, wearing her regular clothes and wry smile. "Are you done now?"
Chloe sighed, looking disappointed but also satisfied. "Yes. Let me just try on this dress I saw and then we can go."
"Fine," Beca sighed and watched Chloe walk off to another part of the store. When the auburn girl was gone, she pulled the read shirt from behind her back. She wasn't completely oblivious to human emotions. She saw the way the crystal blue eyes grew a little brighter when she stepped out of the dressing area in the top.
She wasn't teasing or amused by the torture she was putting her friend through--like she had been with every other outfit. She genuinely thought Beca looked good in the shirt. The young girl had to admit that it wasn't that bad.
Without giving herself a chance to change her mind, Beca gripped the red fabric tight in her hands and made her way over the the register.
...
When she dressed for the day, Beca had every intention of going to mend some relationships. When she went to Jesse and her dad first, she may have just been stalling the moment when she would have to face Chloe. She didn't think the redhead was mad about what she said after semi-finals--she wouldn't have texted her about Bellas' rehearsal if she was.
But just to be safe, that morning she pulled the red top over her head with a hopeful sigh. Perhaps red would be her color after all.
...
Beca didn't want to become one of those people who had lucky shirts and tube socks or whatever because the red shirt definitely had nothing to do with Aubrey letting her back in the Bellas or with Chloe staring right at her as she sang a love song.
But as they left the pool and Chloe hooked arms with her with a smirk, eyes shining with the playful teasing that she would pretend to hate, she had to attribute that to the red shirt.
"So when do I get to take my Barbie shopping again?"
I dreamed this during class (don't ask what I was doing sleeping in class)
Part 2
The pretty boy had kissed a lot of people before--and he means a lot--but it came as a shock to him that his shy best friend was such a talented kisser. He never had any interest to find out until about fifteen minutes ago.
They were just finishing up a studying session and the two brunets had a few minutes to kill until Kendall and Carlos showed up at James' house to hang out. "So, what now?" James was going to suggest video games or that Logan go bake him a pie.
But Logan turns to him with a shrug and a sly smile and says, "We could make out."
James' brows shoot up in surprise, not expecting such a request from Logan. It was said with such nonchalance, as if it wasn't a big deal for the two best friends to make out. If Logan, the most logical person James knows, thinks it isn't such a big deal then the how could he say no? James Diamond wasn't one to turn down a no strings attached make out session.
Though as he deepened his kiss with the short boy, eliciting a soft moan from the back of his throat, James got a nagging feeling in the back of his mind.
"Guys! We're here!" The pair heard Kendall and Carlos bounding up the Diamond's staircase yelling for them and separated from each other.
"What are you doing?" James' bedroom door swung open, revealing Carlos and Kendall on the other side of it. The Latino was too distracted by his excitement to notice the tension that arose when Kendall took in the two boy's red, swollen lips and slightly disheveled hair. "Come on! The movie starts in fifteen minutes!" Carlos was gone, running back down the stairs without his friends as if it would get them to the theater faster.
"Um...we'll be right there," Logan chuckled, and started to gather his things. The genius was oblivious to the change in demeanor between his two taller friends. James sat frozen, staring wide-eyed at Kendall's retreating figure. Once the blond was out of earshot, Logan cleared his throat and shot a smile at the pretty boy. "That was nice."
James snapped out of his trance and gave a hesitant smile back. "It was...you're a good kisser."
"Thanks. So are you." Logan let out a heavy breath. "We better get going before Carlos wets himself."
The pretty boy nodded in agreement and stood to follow Logan out of his room. As soon as he turned the corner, Kendall was roughly pulling him aside and whispering harshly in his ear, "What did you do?"
James gulped, suddenly remembering why he never had interest in making out with Logan before. "He kissed me, okay?"
The fire in Kendall's eyes died down, replaced with a dejection and confusion. "W-what?"
"I would never make out with your crush on purpose, dude..."
The fire was back faster than it went. "You made out with him?" Kendall demanded. When James opened his mouth to defend himself once again, Kendall's glare intensified and he lifted his fist to punch the taller boy's arm. "How do you make out with someone on accident?"
"I don't-he...he asked me if I wanted to!"
"What kind of friend does that, James?" Kendall's eyes were filled with betrayal. "You know how I feel about Logan and you go and make out with him!"
"Because he wanted me to!" James insisted. "Logan doesn't know how you feel about him, and it didn't mean anything." At this, Kendall lifted his fist to punch James again, but the brunet stopped him. "You know, I think you're just mad about this because you're intimidated by me."
The blond almost laughed at the accusation. "What?"
The pretty boy gave a smug smile. "That's right. You know you can't compete with me and now that I've made out with Logan, there's no way he'd go out with a guy like you."
Kendall's fist was clenched tight and was once again lifting. This time, Kendall was intent on messing up James' pretty face, but he was stopped when Logan climbed back up the stairs. "Guys, Carlos is getting pretty antsy. We should get going," he said looking back and forth between the two.
James face was smug and Kendall was almost shaking as he pushed passed the pretty boy and brushed by the genius without a single glance. Logan's brows came together and he stared with furrowed brows at his blond best friend. Logan turned to James with questioning eyes, but the brunet only shrugged and wrapped an arm around Logan's shoulders. "Come on. We don't wanna be late."
