don't stop me • logan [finished]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] He was, without a doubt, ridiculously bored. I mean, a person would have to be if they sat through an elevator ride stopping on literally every floor of a fifty story building just to see how annoyed the other passenger's got and how many ditched for the stairs after a certain amount of time. Zach's apathy toward his current "mission" as he liked to call it - basically just another set up meeting by the league because, without them to boss him around, he'd never leave home. Ever. - could be seen through his body language and lack of an appropriate outfit. Business meetings called for suits, not for a pair of awesome jeans and an equally awesome long-sleeved, duel colored shirt. That, and the fact that he'd just wasted about twenty minutes in an elevator of the building he was supposed to be meeting important people in, killing time until he found a decent enough partner in crime to do all of these stupid dares with. Fifty things to do in an elevator. These sort of things were for the amusement of people who stared at a computer screen and probably actually rode an elevator, like, five times in their life tops. Things like it were so beneath him. But, when presented with something totally uncool, he made it cool enough to fit him. ... Also, though he hated to admit it, some of these were pretty funny. But that was beside the point! IF there was no one to join him in this elevator ride of doom worthy of standing by his side and helping him out, not one of the fifty would be completed! What a shame, indeed. As one of the last few passengers headed off, he hit his head against the back wall with a groan. The elevator was to it's last floor and he was all out of ideas. At this rate, he'd be forces to abscond or do them alone, and, goodness, his pride wouldn't have any of either.

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i45.tinypic.com/242ylft.jpg);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 525px;height:700px;] "eh, it's an in-joke, nevermind. anyway, hey!" Logan left the hotel he was sleeping in with only one goal for the morning: go to some big building and chill out in the elevator all day. He'd only actually been in an elevator, like, five times, and it seemed like a fun enough idea to him. Not only would he get to listen to the awesome elevator music, but he also might be able to pull off some awesome pranks! this was just the sort of thing Logan was prepared for. He'd spent HIS WHOLE LIFE preparing for this moment, practically. He found the most up-tight, businessy looking building in town. This would be SO. PERFECT. He walked in nonchalantly, and simply entered the elevator. He vaguely noticed some guy leaning against the wall in the back of the elevator. He must've been tired from work stuff. Logan quickly pressed all of the buttons on the elevator, starting with the lowest floor, going all the way to the top one. Logan thought it would be hilarious to see how this guy responded. Then he turned around.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] Oh, gosh. What? No. You don't come up into his house and tell him how to live his life. Just wait 'til he tells Lauraine about this. Only... Three things. One, this wasn't even a house, much less his. Two, the kid was just pressing a boatload of buttons. Idiot wasn't even talking to him. Third of all, who the heck was Lauraine? He'd have to substitute that for Cecilia next time he ever felt like using that line. Which he never would. It would be totally uncool to be ripping off other people's ideas. But, none the less, whoever the nerdy looking black-haired kid who just walked it was, he'd just ripped off his idea right after he'd done it. First time's funny, yes. The second time's just annoying. That, and no one copied him without his permission. Or. Um. Something? Regardless, he was going to give this boy an earful when- "Yo, bro, lay off. I totally beat you to that," he said with a hint of amusement sparking on his face as he recognized just who that nerdy looking black-haired kid was. Logan. Looked like fate was on his side this week; not only had he reunited with he and their friend C.C., but now they'd encountered again and just when he was running out of options for his ingenius plan. Well, ingenius on a really lame level, but that was partially why he was doing it anyway. Nudging the blue-eyed boy, Zach continued, "What are you going to do to make it up to me?"

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i45.tinypic.com/242ylft.jpg);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 525px;height:700px;] "eh, it's an in-joke, nevermind. anyway, hey!" Logan was suddenly aware of who he was looking at, and happy of it too. Of course he'd already done this, Zach was a really cool guy, and this was by far the COOLEST IDEA EVER. Nothing even partially lame about this plan, because it was so amazing. Logan couldn't even think of one flaw to it. You get to spend a bunch of time in an elevator. WHAT COULD GO WRONG!? "ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACH" Logan screamed out the way he always screamed when he talked to Zach at all. "YOOOOOOO. I really don't think there's anything I have to do to make it up for you, bro." And Logan was probably right about that. "Because, you know. You love me, bro. You're all bromancing up on my beef cake." He was joking, of course. That's what bros do. They make fun of each other for being homosexual and then they hang out. After this Zach was probably going to get offended, say something rude back to Logan, and then they would hang out. BRO STYLE.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] It only took him a millenia to figure it out. But Zach could find it in his heart to forgive the slip up. Actually, he had almost always found it in his heart to forgive him for whatever he did, even if he did waste fifteen minutes giving the other male a hard time about it. But that was just what he did. The burst of joy that passed over Logan was mirrored by nothing more than the tiniest bit of a half smile as he, himself, prepared for what was undoubtabely to come. Three... Two... One... Wait for it... "Zaaach!" he yelled with a purpose, and it would be a direct violation of the Bro Code to deny him an almost equally enthusiastic, "Looogan!" The Bro Code was serious business. Almost as important as the Playbook, but that was reserved for situations with the ladies. A few other people on the elevator - it was a wonder how there were any left at all, what with all his shenanigans, the other's shenanigans, and their mega shenanigans all packed into one - stared at them with annoyance and confusion fighting in their eyes, but he didn't care. He never cared. That's just what he had to do. "Yooo. I really don't think there's anything I have to do to make it up for you, bro," the blue-eyed wonder continued with a purpose. "Because, you know. You love me, bro. You're all bromancing up on my beef cake." There were some instances where, though he was sad to admit it, the blonde didn't quite understand what his best friend was spouting out. Of course, he just rolled with it like usual. Tried to store some of those things away for future use. Well, some times. Other times, he wondered if he was just making up random things to say in order to catch him off guard or something. None the less, he treated them all the same. "I dunno, man, stuff like this has some serious reprocutions. I hear some guy got killed 'cause he ripped off his bro's thing, ya' know?" Honestly, he didn't really even care what Logan had done before their encounter. Lies and slander was all that was coming out of his mouth now. "Might be tough tryin' to let this one slide. Sorry, man."

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i45.tinypic.com/242ylft.jpg);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 525px;height:700px;] "eh, it's an in-joke, nevermind. anyway, hey!" "You'll just have to treat me gentle then." Logan said, winking. He immediately realized that this whole thing had gone too far, as it always does, so he decided to pull back. "Alright, that's enough. So what should we do now?" Logan had never been much of a leader, and without direction he usually just wondered off and did something stupid. Then, that's the kind of thing Logan enjoyed doing, so I guess it was a win-win. "Wanna go eat some cabbage or something?" Logan already knew that Zach had no interest in eating cabbage, he never did. That is precisely why he asked that question. It was just too fun messing with Zach. It was so easy to see through his cool-guy routine. If it wasn't he probably wouldn't hang out with Logan. ... Logan did really want some Cabbage though.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] "You'll just have to treat me gentle, then," his partner-in-crime said in typical partner-in-crime fashion, so he decided to humor just once with a simple, "Please, "gentle" isn't even in my vocabulary." Of course, this was usually the time when they took a step back from... well, whatever horribly road their conversations would go down if they continued, a new topic selected by the male a few feet away from him. "Alright, that's enough. So what should we do now?" It was at this time that Zach eyed the briefcase at his feet - the one he had nearly knocked over multiple times during this endevour and had brought for business purposes - and pondered whether or not it was time to steer this little chat of theirs towards something worth while. Something with a purpose. That purpose being to kill time and annoy the crud out of everyone around them. However, before he could offer his opinion, he was interrupted by, "Wanna go eat some cabbage or something?" Arg. Cabbage again? You'd swear, that was all he ever thought of. Other than pulling the worst pranks and playing homo with his best bro. And shouting. But that was a shared taste, so he couldn't argue with that, as were a lot of the things that Logan did that he didn't feel like listing. Regardless, he never had a taste for the vegetable and the constant talk of it didn't help much. "Seriously, dude, why do you even both asking? Whatever, I've got something even better." Picking up the rounded rectangular, black object at his feet, opening it, and pulling out a piece of paper with a list of fifty horrible ideas printed on it, he held it out to the trainer saying, "You. Me. Those fifty. We're gonna bust this place up. Sound like enough of a man date for you?" He'd packed everything they would need to set this plan into operation, and boy, was he going to succeed in every. Single. Stinking. One. list of fifty things to do in an elevator.

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i45.tinypic.com/242ylft.jpg);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 525px;height:700px;] "eh, it's an in-joke, nevermind. anyway, hey!" i thought this was supposed to be the conversation where you do all that AMAAAAAZING TROLLING! Logan skimmed the list of things to do thoughtfully. And by "thoughtfully" I mean that he went down it thinking, "I could do better than this." ...Until he reached number twenty. Nothing could possibly be bad about meowing occasionally. Hey, Logan seemed to do this anyway, even when he wasn't in an elevator. He simply responded by looking up from the list at his friend, and letting out a soft, smooth "meeeooooow." He just noticed the only other guy left in the elevator. He had a business-friendly haircut and square glasses. He had that look on his face that older people get when they're totally tired of younger people being stupid. Logan briefly wondered if this was because they were too old to get away with being stupid anymore. Logan quickly shrugged that thought off, because he technically fit into that "too old" category, and he got away with being stupid all the time. Logan walked up to the stranger until their noses were barely touching. "Meeeeeeerrrrroooooowww."

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] Leave it to Logan to choose the very worst one on the entire list. It took a great deal of effort to keep himself from literally face palming. A Face Palm 2x Combo would be really awesome right about then. Of course, technically, if he were to "succeed in ever. Single. Stinking. One.", the retarded cat meowing would be absolutely necessary. And a half butted yowl would be exactly "succeeding". Okay, well, everything he did was a success, obviously, but still. Not success enough. The poor man the blue-eyed boy had walked up to looked about ready to either punch him, call for help, or poop himself. Or all three at once. Interesting mental images came hand in hand with that thought. Of course, seeing as it was almost too embarrassing to watch... Actually, no. It was to embarrassing to watch. It was only cool if Zach, himself, was in on it to make it less embarrassing, and there was no way he was standing toe to toe with some random stranger. Germaphobe tendencies always kicking in. So, instead of letting the scene carry on, he walked over and set his hand on a path towards the raven-haired male's shoulder. "Come on, bro. I thought you were better than this. Stuff's not even awesome 'til you work up to it. Pick something less lame, something we can get rollin' with."

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i45.tinypic.com/242ylft.jpg);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 525px;height:700px;] "eh, it's an in-joke, never mind. anyway, hey!" "DING" They were on the fourteenth floor. "I am absolutely offended!" Logan insisted, "that you could even consider the idea that meowing at strangers isn't the most awesome thing that has ever happened!" "DING" They were on the fifteenth floor. Standing in obvious shock at the betrayal of his best bro, Logan had to think of something to do quick. He considered holding his breath, but that stopped working on anyone after he was two. Really, he was down to his worst choices on this one. He didn't have an open space to work with. "I'll use my awesome cabbage powers on you if you don't meow at the next person who walks in this door!" "DING" They were on the sixteenth floor. No one walked into the elevator. ... Actually, If you don't meow, I'm going to walk out of this elevator on the next floor, mister, and I mean it! You do it right meow! I ain't kitten you!"

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] There were very few times when Zach contemplated why he hung out with Logan. ... No, scratch that, that happened all the time, who are we kidding? Of course, he always remembered why and just rolled with this afterward, but they still occurred. This was one of these times. "I am absolutely offended that you could even consider the idea that meowing at strangers isn't the most awesome thing that could ever happen!" To this, he folded his arms and rolled his eyes a bit. Of course, this was behind his sunglasses and would be difficult to notice, anyway. "The time when we put a bomb in that potato and detonated the one professor's microwave was more awesome than looking like a total psycho and meowing at someone. Even the lecture we got after that is nearing on being more awesome. The least you could do is make hippopotamus noises at him. That I could join in on." ... The constant ding noise of the elevator were really getting on his nerves. "I'll use my awesome cabbage powers on you if you don't meow at the next person who walks in this door!" Witty sarcasm was about to be put into play when the threat proved futile, the door opening to the sixteenth floor and not a soul entering the small space. "... Actually, If you don't meow, I'm going to walk out of this elevator on the next floor, mister, and I mean it! You do it right meow! I ain't kitten you!" To this, the Face Palm 2x Combo was undeniable. Two palms. One face. Exasperation everywhere. "Dude, it's just a stupid noise. Besides, you're not walking five feet away from with elevator before you can't handle not being in my huge personal bubble."

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i45.tinypic.com/242ylft.jpg);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 525px;height:700px;] "eh, it's an in-joke, nevermind. anyway, hey!" The Trebegg boy was on the verge of tears. Very manly tears, but tears all the same. After what seemed like an eternity (cliche, I know, but Logan has a really, really bad sense of time) Zach hadn't grown any more interested in the cat noises. This was totally crushing, and wasn't helping with Logan's already mentally stressful condition. If being an orphan to cabbage wasn't enough, now his best bro was slamming on cat noises. It was truly going to be a tragic day for Logan. Finally. Another "Ding" reverberated against the hard metallic walls of the small elevator. The upward momentum stopped once again. The very action that Logan had put into motion from the beginning was proving to be his ultimate source of stress. He had brought upon himself discomfort that can only be caused by the silence of two friends who weren't being friendly. The man left the elevator. "DING." The elevator door closed again. Logan stared angrily into the poker face that was his friends expression. Those sunglasses made it impossible to see anything that was going on in his head. Logan was beginning to resent that particular set of eye-wear more than anything he'd ever seen in his life. He would cross an entire field of cabbage to break those sunglasses right now. Logan did have the common sense to realize that he and his bro would probably be over this whole fiasco by the time the day was over though. Logan didn't have the common sense not to walk directly in front of Zach in an otherwise totally empty elevator. Logan didn't have the common sense to, once there, scream at the top of this lungs, "MEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOW!"

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] Dude, this was getting flat out ridiculous. Zach didn't mind doing stupid things with his bro, really. Honestly, the word stupid had completely lost it's meaning over the years and strayed away from something to be avoided and used as an insult to something he nearly strived for - scratch that, did strive for on numerous occasions. Acts one could deem as such when contained to a degree often led to one heck of a time and bucket loads of entertainment in comparison to what a lot of other people did to combat boredom. Of course, there was always a line to be drawn someone. A line to prevent them from getting themselves killed or doing something that would end up hurting them more than helping. And, sadly, to him, this whole cat language thing the raven-haired male parallel to him was insisting on just didn't really seem like what he was making it out to be. Sure, he trusted his bro. Sure, he wanted to believe he'd have a blast. But something about the whole scenario just wasn't quite adding up right in his head. It was his job to do the horrible task of shooting him down before he seriously did a number on his reputation and, if it got bad enough, dragged his sunglass-wearing aquaintenses with him. "Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow!" And, goodness, how difficult this was going to be. Putting a hand on each side of Logan's face and pressing it into what could be named the "fishy face", Professor Hazel decided if he could fix this with sheer reasoning, he would try one last time. If not, well... He'd have to resort to more desperate measures. "You. Bro. Don't get your panties in a bunch. Your idea is kinda lame. But, hey! You have me here to help you fix it. Come on, man. Stop meowing like you were thrown down a flight of stairs as a kid."

As soon as Zachary moved his hands, Logan's chin hit his chest. Sure, he was a little ashamed of himself, because maybe, JUST MAYBE, cat noises weren't quite as cool as he thought they were. (He was pretty sure they were though.) Mostly though, he was disappointed in his friend. How could he not see the beautiful potential of cat noises? Maybe he had changed after all these years...

Well, Logan would at least give him a chance, because that was the right thing to do. Knowing how he was going to be doing the right thing here, and how nice he was to give his friend a second chance, he had a strange urge to stand like a superhero, with his fists on his hips. Of course, he resisted this urge, because he would look like an idiot.

...He resisted, but the temptation was too strong.

Standing like a total idiot, Logan asked, "So, what would you suggest we do, chum?"

Yes he said "chum." He may be the only person left alive who still says "chum" when talking to his friends.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] There were very few times when Zachary Hazel was left speechless, not a thing to say on the matter out of shock. In fact, he almost always had something snarky to shoot make. At least, this is what a person would think from his outward appearance. In reality, he was quite often thrown off guard, scrambling to words to reply with as to not loose his carefully placed facade. A facade that keep him looking as normal as ever while his mind flew at a mile a minute to make sure he didn't look like a fool, didn't look vulnerable. However, on thing that was correct both inward in outward was that Logan had never been able to push him off the track, never been able to leave him without answers or words. There was always a first for everything. A surge of guilt - something that was common when he was younger, but gradually faded into something more foreign as the years passed - passed over him as the dark-haired man dropped his head down to rest against his chest in what the blond assumed was defeat. Disappointment, at least. There was definitely disappointment; it was all just a matter of deciding who he was disappointed with. Would it have just been better to go along with it after? To meow like an idiot just once to make his "bro" happy? That's what bros did, right? Picked and teased, but tried to make them pleased all the same in the end? Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure. He could have been the best "bro" ever or been the worst and he would have had no stinking idea. "Logan -" he started, face as deadpan as ever but voice giving away just the slightest bit of his uncertainty. However, before he could continue, Logan seemed to transform before his very eyes, shifting from that saddened look before to an all too cheesy heroic stance. "... Oh, gosh." "So, what do you suggest we do, chum?" Oh, here we go. Now they were talking. "I think -" ... What did he think? He couldn't hardly remember anything on the list, what with the whole meowing fiasco. And, even if he did, what on Earth would he have suggested? ... Oh, gosh, indeed. For a second, he stood there looking like an equal idiot to the male parallel to him, mouth parted in wordless wonder. But only for a second. The mask was back as soon as it had slipped and all he could think of was, Crud, crud, what do I say? What do I say? Face twisting into a scowl - a slow downward curve of his lips and his eyebrows lowering a couple of millimeters - he slammed his hand onto the buttons and dragged his fist downward, lighting every single one up for the second time that morning. "Heck with this. Their problem, not our's." Grabbing to latch onto Logan's wrist, he started out of the elevator, intending to drag his friend along with him. To say the least, this was starting to be a sad day in Hazel history.