They spend hours apart at a time, but if Kendall witnesses someone they don’t know talking to Logan, he finds a way to get in on the conversation.  Because even though Logan doesn’t belong to Kendall, there’s a tiny, ridiculous, annoying voice in his head hissing, mine, mine, mine.

At a music festival like this, everyone squeezes together, arms and legs pressing upward to the sky like a field of wheat, limbs tangled like a flesh colored game of pick-up sticks.  If Logan is within sight distance though, Kendall can pick him out by fingers, elbows or knees.  

It’s pretty awesome how the crowd of strangers push in and around, because Kendall likes to be close, always has, especially to Logan.

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  2. adelainekane said: goodbye jenn
  3. allthingsareyours said: Jenn, no. Just…why?
  4. andrsholm said: Shut up. Omg. Step away from your computer.
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