Eighth grade

"You'd think that being in Minnesota would make schools take better precautions and not get canceled every day in winter." Logan was shaking the snow off his shoes on Kendall's porch as he complained.

"What are you complaining for?" Kendall asked from the doorway, "Oh sorry I forgot that you actually liked school." He was being sarcastic and Logan tried to decide if tackling him would be a good idea. He chose not too because Kendall could easily overpower him and Kendall's mom made a rule that snow covered children couldn't fight in her house (She'd actually posted 16 rules for the boys on the fridge so they would never forget them).

"I just don't want to make up the days in the summer." Logan said unzipping his snowsuit. Kendall rolled his eyes he knew that Logan had memorized how many built-in snow days they had. It was somewhere around ten and so far they'd only used two.

"You know as well as I do that we wont have to make up days in the summer. You are just mad that we had a test today that you studied all week for." Kendall said Logan had finally gotten out of his snowsuit and shoes. Kendall stepped to the side to let Logan in the house.

"I just… you know…" Logan couldn't deny that he was a little mad that he'd spend an hour a night for the last week studying for a social studies quiz that would now be forgotten, "Yeah, kinda." He walked into the house and pulled off his socks that were wet from the snow seeping through his shoes. He tossed them out the door and they landed near his shoes.

"You know for a person who owns everything to protect himself from the snow I can not believe you don't own a pair of boots." Kendall shook his head and closed the door he'd been holding open for Logan.

"I'm sorry they don't make boots that I like." Logan said sneering at him, he turned from Kendall and made his way towards the kitchen, "Do I smell cookies?" Logan knew that Kendall's grandmother had been staying with them for the last week and that she had a tendency to bake cookies as often as possible which is why Logan had been coming over everyday since he'd learned this. He popped his head into the kitchen and saw an elderly woman standing by the counter icing cookies with a reluctant Katie. Kendall had followed Logan to the kitchen and pushed him out of the hallway.

"Good morning boys," Kendall's grandmother said to them, "Would you like to come and help make cookies?" Katie took this as an opportunity to stop icing and sit in one of the chairs that were up against the island.

"Well, I'm not very—" Logan started but Kendall pushed him forward, which his grandmother took as Logan being more than excited to make her 'special sugar cookies'.

"Make sure they wash their hands first," Kendall's mother said, she walked into the kitchen looking through the mail. She sat it down on the counter and looked at the boys, "Go on." She motioned for them to go down the hall to the bathroom and get cleaned up. Logan glared at Kendall; he liked eating cookies not making them. He shoulder checked Kendall as he walked by him.

"That was unnecessary," Kendall said, it hadn't actually hurt him and he'd only said something so he could tease Logan. He rubbed his shoulder for emphasis, Logan didn't turn to look at him but he tried his hardest not to smile.

"You know what really wasn't necessary?" Logan said, he turned by the stairs and went into the bathroom. It was red and decorated with tan towels and gold faucets, Logan didn't get how the colors looked good together but he never said anything about it.

"That Global Warming convocation we had last week?" Kendall asked, he watched Logan wash his hand and saw Logan roll his eyes, "I know, I know. I just ruined your day by volunteering you to help make cookies." Kendall made sure to emphasize ruined, and Logan wanted to punch him but couldn't because he didn't want to have to re-wash his hands.

"You're so lucky we are friends," Logan said moving out of the bathroom so Kendall could wash his hands, Kendall shrugged like he didn't need to but Logan knew Kendall's mom was listening for the water (which she used to do when the didn't wash up before dinner). "Go." he pointed to the bathroom and Kendall groaned.

"Who are you, my mother?" Kendall asked he turned the water on the washed his hands half-heartedly.

"No, I am much cuter than your mother." Logan said, "Not that your mom's not cute… I mean she's-"

"Just stop." Kendall said holding a hand up in front of Logan's chest, "It's just weird when people call my mom cute, that includes you." He walked into the hallway and stood next to Logan, "You know we could just leave and my grandma would never know the difference." He looked around the corner and into the kitchen where his grandma was rolling out dough while his mother was getting out their cookie cutters, he smiled and Logan noticed which made him smile too.

"My hands are already clean," Logan said, he walked past Kendall. Kendall smiled knowing that Logan really didn't want to make cookies and was only doing it for him. He followed him into the kitchen. Katie was staring at the TV that was mounted in the wall above the dishwasher and Kendall's grandmother was mixing green icing.

"So what are we doing?" Logan asked walking over to Kendall's grandmother. She smiled and handed him the rolling pin, Katie reached over and grabbed part of the dough that had yet to be rolled. Logan 'tsk'ed her and wagged his finger at her. She stuck out her tongue in response. He started rolling the dough out as Kendall separated the cookie cutters.

"Kendall, I've got to take Sophie over to the pharmacy to pick up her medication." Mrs. Knight said. Kendall's grandmother put down her cookie dough and looked at her.

"You will call me mom, not Sophie." She said, Kendall and Logan laughed quietly together. She proceeded to walk into the hallway and pile on her coats. Katie grabbed another scoop of cookie dough and ate it.

"You know that if you eat cookie dough raw you could get Salmonella poisoning, right?" Logan asked her. She just shrugged and reached over and grabbed some more.

"I think you're done rolling that." Kendall said to Logan, " I'll cut them out if you want to roll more."

"Or I could cut them out and you could roll more." Logan said holding out the rolling pin for Kendall. Kendall pushed it back towards him.

"No thanks." He said, "You are much better at it than me."

"Well, practice makes perfect." He responded. Kendall grabbed the flour off the counter and started mixing it into the dough that his grandmother had left on the counter.

"I've actually got to fix this dough. Darn." He smirked. Logan grabbed the flour container from him.

"I think I could do that?" Logan said. Kendall tried to grab it back, but Logan pulled it away in time for him to miss is.

"Come on Logan, give it back." Kendall said. Logan laughed and took a step back from him. "Logan." Kendall pointed at him trying to get him to listen.

"What are you going to do if I don't give it back?" Logan asked. Kendall grabbed the closest thing he could find, it was a bag of sugar, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Give it back Logan." Kendall said grabbing a handful out of the bag. Logan in turn did the same with his. They both started blindly throwing the contents at each other. In a matter of minutes both were covered with a sugar-flour combination and the kitchen was a mess. Katie had taken cover under the counter where she was launching eggs at them.

By the time Kendall's mother got back the three of them were sitting on the kitchen floor covered in ingredients eating cookie dough. Kendall knew they were in trouble, but he didn't care all that much he'd had more fun that day with Logan than he'd had for a long time. He'd made Logan stay over to help him clean the kitchen and because when Logan stayed over they would sit on the roof together outside Kendall's room. Logan would tell him about the different constellations and Kendall would see the love he had for the stars and wonder if Logan could ever feel the same way about him.