Also, I picked Freaks because I'm obessessed with it a little bit right now. Anyways, this is a slightly longer chapter, but I hope you like it.

"We should watch terminator or men in black or something." Logan said, unlocking the front door and pushing up his glasses as he walked into the house.

"What about a horror? The babadook or texas chainsaw massacre."

"Ooh, wait, there was one I haven't seen yet, um..oh! before I wake! it came out a long time ago, but I've been too scared to watch it alone." He said and Oliver chuckled.

"Sure, why not. You have popcorn, right?" Oliver asked and Logan nodded.

"Also do you want me to sleep on the couch? I know I ended up sleeping in your bed last time, but if you're not comfortable with doing that-" Oliver started.

"I mean, my bed would probably be more comfortable..for you, and I don't mind, unless you want to sleep on the couch-" Logan said and Oliver looked at him with a small smirk, watching the smaller boy turn a bright red.

"No, Wait, you know what we should do." Oliver said, a smile on his face.

"What?"

"Blanket fort, we can set it up with pillows and chairs and shit and get popcorn and just watch on a laptop or something." He said and Logan smiled.

"Wasn't the last time we did that when we were like nine?" Logan asked with a small laugh.

"We are more architecturally knowledgeable, which means we can now make the best pillow fort, because we're seventeen instead of nine" Oliver said, then looked to Logan. "Or sixteen, sorry, sometimes I forget you're the baby of the class." He grinned and Logan crossed his arms, fake offended.

"You can't act like being a year older makes you better, I'm not the one who failed kindergarden." He said and Oliver looked off as if he might actually be offended and Logan opened his mouth to apologize before Oliver spoke again.

"How dare you disrespect me in such a way? You know, back in my day, kids had some respect for their elders." He said, pointing an accusing finger at Logan, who laughed, rolling his eyes and Oliver also chuckled a little.

"Well I'm sorry, SIR." He said overdramatically and Oliver raised an eyebrow with a chuckle.

"Say that again, but a little less sarcasm and a little more moan." He said with a grin and Logan's eyes widened, hitting his chest with a laugh as he went bright red.

"You're a dick." He mumbled and Oliver smiled, shaking his head.

"Alright, come on, let's make this thing." He said, walking into the kitchen to get dining chairs to use as supports.

-

When the fort was finished, it really didn't look bad. It was mostly just two walls of set up dining chairs with a blanket roof. Now they were in the kitchen, making microwave popcorn, Logan sitting on the countertop.

"Your dads aren't going to be mad about the dining chairs being gone for the night, are they?" Oliver asked and Logan shook his head with a smile.

"They're not even coming home tonight, they're away at hotel or something for the night."

"They have to go away to a hotel just to have sex? Jeez." Oliver said jokingly and Logan laughed quietly.

"It's not that, Dad wanted to get Papa away from his work, he hasn't been coming home some nights and Dad was starting to get concerned so his solution was to up and drive them away from his work so he could be sure he'd relax." He said and Oliver nodded.

"Ah, that makes sense." Oliver said. "But aren't they concerned about you being home alone?"

"Why?" Logan looked over at Oliver.

"Because, you might throw a party or..have boys over or something."

"Boys? Like, multiple? You really think I could handle more than one?" Logan asked and Oliver laughed.

"Okay, I understand why they left you home alone." Oliver said, pouring the bag of popcorn into a bowl.

"Why?" Logan asked, a little confused.

"Because you're too innocent to be rebellious." Oliver teased.

"I am not!"

"It's not a bad thing. You just don't go to parties or do drugs, and I've never seen you drink."

"I could..be rebellious." Logan said, turning a bright red.

"Really."

"Yes."

"Then do something rebellious." Oliver said and Logan paused a moment.

"But why would I?"

"That's exactly why they leave you home alone." Oliver said and Logan crossed his arms with a sigh, almost pouting. Oliver chuckled.

"Don't be sad about it, bear, just accept it, you're nice and cute and you love your parents."

"I'm not cute." Logan said and Oliver grinned, leaning against the counter.

"Yes you are."

"Am not."

"You are."

"No, you're cute." He said and Oliver paused, smirking and raising an eyebrow.

"You really think so~?" He asked and Logan turned a bright red.

"W-Well, yeah." Logan said quietly.

"Adorable." He said with a chuckle and Logan blushed.

"We should go start our movie." Logan said, changing the subject. Oliver just shook his head with a little smile.

"Yeah, come on." Oliver said, grabbing the bowl of popcorn. Logan crawled into the blanket fort and sat down, they'd made it big enough for both of them, though just barely.

Logan wasn't avoiding touching Oliver per say, he was just...okay, sort of avoiding touching Oliver, it was just weird, he felt like he was making Oliver feel uncomfortable by being too touchy and he didn't want to do that.

Oliver started the movie and looked at Logan. "Do you want to get under the blanket?" He asked and Logan looked to him, debating for a moment. "Just come on, what's got you so weird all of a sudden?" He said and Logan blushed, curling up next to Oliver who wrapped the blanket around them both.

"I thought I was making you uncomfortable." Logan said quietly, biting his lip.

"You're not. Logan, I've known you since the fourth grade, you think I haven't grown accustomed to how close you stay to people?" Logan would have pointed out that Oliver was the only one he was completely comfortable being with so he was the only person he really clung to other than Ivy but he decided to stay quiet about that.

"You're really okay with it?" Logan asked.

"Yes, now shush, I'm trying to watch." He said with a little grin and took a piece of popcorn out of the bowl in Logan's lap. The red head smiled, looking to the screen again and unpausing the movie.

It was really a pretty good movie, Oliver wasn't all that scared by it, at least not as much as Logan, who jumped a little at every jumpscare and hid his eyes in his hands half the movie. Oliver had asked a few times if he'd rather see something else and Logan insisted on finishing it. By the end, Logan was curled up closer to Oliver, whose arm was wrapped protectively around his shoulders, a small smile on the dark haired boy's face. It wasn't like they liked eachother or anything though, no, they were just friends.

"Maybe I shouldn't have suggested horror." Oliver said and Logan smiled, shaking his head.

"It was good though."

"But you're not going to sleep."

"Who says?"

"You had nightmares after Jaws."

"Sharks are scary." Logan defended and Oliver sighed with a small smile.

"How about we go get showers and then we can figure out what to do." He said and Logan nodded with a smile.

"Okay, you can take the first one, I just have to clean my room, it's all messy." He said and Oliver nodded, walking off, presumably to go get clothes from his car so he could take a shower.

Logan walked up to his room and picked up clothes off the floor, putting them in the hamper and then grabbing his journal off the night stand, shoving it under the bed. He straighted his sheets and grabbed the razor from under his lamp, grabbing a book off his shelf and hiding it between the pages before putting it back. He bit his lip, thinking and making sure he'd gotten everything. He picked out clothes to wear to bed, an oversized hoodie that was so baggy it mostly fell off of him and sweatpants would probably keep him warm enough, especially if Oliver was going to be holding him all night. He turned a bright red at the thought, smiling to himself. He wondered if Oliver still thought Logan just saw him as a friend, probably. He probably still thinks of you as a child, god knows you still act like one. He shooed the thought away and looked up when the door opened.

"Hey, I'm out, hope you weren't waiting too long." Oliver said, pulling a shirt on over his slightly tanned torso. Logan nodded, grabbing his clothes.

"No, it wasn't long, I'll be out in a minute." He said, walking off to the bathroom.

Logan turned on the shower and while he waited for it to heat up, he tugged off his shirt, staring for a moment at the bruises that remained on his neck, though they were lighter now. He swallowed thickly as he unwrapped the gauze bandage, putting it to the side and staring at all the cuts varying in freshness and color. Some were dark, others were lighter, all of them were scabbed over. In some sick way, he felt proud of himself, he was able to do something permanent that he'd have forever, he knew he should feel like shit, but he liked it. His therapist had said that was an unhealthy view of self harm, his friends and dads would be freaked out if he ever said it out loud, but he couldn't help it.

He took the bandages off of his other arm and got in the shower, washing his hair before he got out and dried off, rewrapping his arms and pulling on his hoodie and underwear and sweatpants followed by socks with teddy bears on them. He walked out, tugging the sleeves of his favorite yellow hoodie down over his hands. Oliver was sitting down on his bed reading a copy of Wuthering Heights.

"Have you read that?" Logan asked and Oliver shrugged, taking his eyes away from the book to look at Logan.

"I have a copy at home, I read up until Catherine died, couldn't stick around for another hundred pages of Heathcliff moping. I mean, I get that her death was tragic, obviously, but he's kind of a whiny bitch anyways." He said.

"No he's not, his life is tragic. Catherine was his first friend." Logan said, sitting down on the bed.

"He runs away when things get tough and he only cares about himself and Catherine, he basically throws tantrums when he doesn't get what he wants or he mopes, complete whiny bitch. Not that Catherine is much better" He said and Logan thought a moment.

"I suppose that's true." He said and Oliver got up to put the book away.

"Enough about that though, we should do something."

"Like what?" Logan asked.

"Like play a game or talk or.." Oliver seemed to stop himself from saying something.

"Or what?" Logan asked, curious.

"Or watch a movie or something." Oliver said, smiling a little. "We could also paint our nails." He said jokingly.

"Ooh, nail painting." Logan said excitedly.

"You can't be serious."

"Completely. I want yellow. I think we have nail polish somewhere." He said, getting up and looking through some boxes in his closet until he found a few bottles of nail polish that he used to wear and remover.

"Would you like yellow, pink, purple, blue, white, or black?" Logan asked and Oliver thought a moment.

"I'll take black." He said and Logan smiled, hopping onto the bed and opening the bottle.

-

"What do you think?" Logan asked, holding out his hand to show Oliver the almost perfectly painted nails while Oliver's were a bit more messy.

"I think you're much better at this than me." He said and Logan giggled.

"Here, lemme help." He said, taking Oliver's hand and removing the black on his finger, only leaving what was on his nails and then going back and fixing it so it looked cleaner.

"Oh nice, now I look 90% more gay." Oliver said and Logan smiled.

"Who cares." Logan said.

"You know, you're never afraid to do things because it's too feminine or childish or seems strange, you never have been." Oliver said and Logan blushed. "Remember when I tried to tell you that only girls hold hands and like the color pink and cuddling? You told me 'who cares' I think that's one of your most admirable qualities." He said and Logan smiled.

"But I've always known I'd never be like you."

"Like me?" Oliver asked.

"I don't know, tall, strong, able to pass as straight, I've always been way shorter than everyone and I've been told way too many times that I just look gay, how do you look gay?"

"People just like to critisize people who they think are better than them. You're a threat." Oliver said and Logan grinned.

"Yes, I'm terrifying, be scared of me, rawr." He said playfully and Oliver cocked an eyebrow, a small amused smile on his face.

"god, you're so damn cute." He said and Logan blushed, smiling.

Logan looked away a moment and Oliver's gaze caught his neck.

"Does that still hurt?" Oliver asked, gently touching the bruise on Logan's neck. Logan shrugged.

"A little, but it's healing." He said and Oliver nodded, taking his hand away.

"You should file assault charges or something."

"I'm not going to. He's a highschool bully. Unless I'm dead, nobody's going to care."

"That's not true."

"I went to the principal about it two years ago with my dads. He said we can't prove it's Jace unless somebody else saw it and even if he did do it, most of the time it was technically off school grounds, so it's not their problem."

"That's fucking bullshit."

"The law would mark it down to something the school needs to handle, the school marks it down to nothing so nothing's going to happen." Logan said, pulling up the fabric to cover the bruise."

"I told him I'd kill him." Oliver said quietly. "I think I actually meant it then. I don't want blood on my hands, though. I was just angry and you were hurt and I let myself be mad at him. I'm still mad at him."

"Why do you get in fights all the time?"

"I'm just angry. Since mom left, I've just been so angry..at everyone. I don't want to be out of control, but sometimes I can't help it." He said and Logan nodded a little.

"What about me?" Logan asked so quietly he wasn't sure if Oliver would hear him.

"You?"

"Are you angry with me too?" Logan asked, looking to Oliver, his eyes wide and sad like the worst thing he could possibly do was upset his friend.

"No." Oliver said with a small smile, running his fingers through Logan's hair, the boy leaned into the touch so he kept doing, playing with the red curls.

"You're so nice to everyone, you're cute and selfless and..perfect." He said softly. Logan smiled, looking away from him.

"You're so warm." Logan said with a smile, pulling Oliver to lay down with him so he could curl up in his arms.