Hello! I just got home from the Dance…it was awesome! Anyways, now I'm home…annnnddd I'm bored hahaha. I think I'm going to write the multichapter about Logan having pneumonia…I hope you guys like it! :)

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"Ugh…" Logan sighed as he stared down at the thermometer in his hands, "Why must I get sick right before school?"

It was the first day of the 9th grade and Logan Mitchell was getting sick…he couldn't let anyone know though. He despised extra attention. Both his parents were never home, so he was usually all alone, he wasn't used to people doting over him…so for the rare occasions when people did, it felt weird…Logan hated it. He was a doctor…not a patient…never.

"Bye Logan!" His mom and dad called from downstairs as they left for work.

Logan never admitted it, but he missed his parents. They worked from 7AM to 7PM and were constantly away on business trips.

"Bye…" Logan mumbled, knowing they had already left and couldn't hear him.

Logan grabbed his backpack and started to walk to school. His house was the furthest from school, so he had to leave the earliest. On his way to school he passed Kendall's house, so Logan would pick up Kendall and then they would continue to walk together until they passed Carlos' house. Carlos would join them and then James would once they got to his house.

Each step Logan took made him more nauseous then before. Finally he approached Kendall's house.

"Hey Loges…you ok? You're like 15 minutes later than you usually are…" Kendall asked.

Logan nodded, "Just tired."

Kendall and Logan walked off to school, picking up James and Carlos along the way. At school Logan could barely keep his eyes open. His head ached and his stomach was churning. Logan just wanted the day to be over. Finally, after torturous hours of school, the bell rang, and Logan headed home.

Logan opened the big wooden doors to his house. He was embarrassed by the outside, and even more by the inside. His parents didn't really upkeep the house…so that meant the windows were cracked, paint was chipping, furniture was either broken or old, wallpaper had fallen off the walls, the stairs creaked…a matter of fact, the 9th one had a big hole in it. Logan plopped his backpack on the ground and went upstairs. Tears filled his eyes as he trekked up each and every step. He really missed his parents…he needed someone around for him…he needed that in his life. Logan sat down at the top of the staircase, he looked at a picture of him with his parents when he was little. More tears came, he missed the days when they cared about him. It wasn't until Logan was 8 when they started to tune him out of their lives. He remembered showing them good grades and being shooed away, he remembered being bullied and his dad just telling him to "man up", he remembered making his mom a special card and her throwing it out because it took up too much space on her desk.

Logan suddenly was shot out of his thoughts by a wave of nausea. He scooped himself up and lied down on his bed, hoping it would pass. It didn't pass…Logan now felt bile creeping up his throat. He dashed to the bathroom and lifted the toilet seat up, hunching over the bowl, breathing heavily. He coughed a few times…nothing.

"Maybe it's just gonna pass…please just pass…please…" Logan moaned under his breath.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Logan left the bathroom, still feeling the urge to puke.

"Hello?" Logan whispered, opening the door.

"Hey Logan!" Carlos smiled, "Wanna come over?"

Logan knew if he passed on that opportunity, his friends would suspect something, "Sure."

It was freezing out, but Logan had no energy left in him to go inside and get a jacket.

"You look a little pale…" James said reaching his hand up to feel if Logan was hot.

Logan swatted his hand, "I'm fine, please don't worry about me."

Kendall knew something was up, "Logan you're sweating and it's like below zero out!"

Logan tried to laugh and make it seem like a joke, "Are you like staring at me or something?"

"No…you just don't look ok…you're eyes are all bloodshot…you are sweating…you're pale…" Kendall listed.

Then it hit Kendall…he knew that Logan got like this when he parents weren't around for a long period of time. Once they got to Carlos' house James and Carlos went in, but Kendall stayed outside with Logan.

"Why aren't you going in?" Logan questioned.

"Can we talk?" Kendall replied, "Are you acting sick because of your parents?"

Logan turned away from Kendall, "…no"

"Logan you can trust me, you already trusted me enough to let me know about how they aren't ever around!" Kendall said.

"…Kendall, I don't want to talk about it."

"It'll make you feel better."

Logan knew the reason he was getting sick was because he was sleep deprived. He couldn't sleep the past few weeks. He spent the nights awake thinking about his parents.

"I'm fine." Logan walked inside Carlos' house…Kendall following.

Logan spent the night there hanging out. At around 9 he went home. It was even colder out and he knew that wasn't good for whatever sickness he had. Once he got he saw a note on table…

Dear Logan,

Your father and I had a last minute trip we had to go on. There are some things in the fridge for you to eat. Be back in a few weeks.

~Mom

Logan took the note and ripped it up. He began to sob harder than before. More nausea came as Logan cried into his hands. He slid against the kitchen wall and sat there, hugging his knees to his chest.

Kinda short? Sorry bout that…I will update tomorrow! I hope you guys like it! I tried to make it a little angsty. It will get better, I promise!

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~EMiLY