One: I'm so excited because this is my first one-shot! Like, I've written 5 stories, all of them having more than one chapter! That's lame. So yeah, this is my first.

Two: This is 100% random little drabble, and I only have an hour to write it, so sorry if it's horrible.

Logan sat on his bed, crying He didn't have a reason to be crying, he had just had a sudden urge to cry.

Okay, that wasn't fully true.

His reason: He was loser. He was weak. He was sensitive. He was small. He was indecisive. He worried about everything. And worst of all-

He was alone.

That was the main thing. He was alone, he had always been alone. His supposed brothers had left him again. Leaving to go who's know where, without him. Without asking him to join, probably without even the thought of it. They never gave him any real thought. No, they only saw him skin deep.

Logan cried harder at the thought. Kendall, James, and Carlos never listened when he tried to tell them something was wrong. He tried to tell them he thought he was depressed, tried to tell them he thought about cutting himself, tried to tell them everything, but all he ever got was a simple "okay" or no answer at all.

What was with that?

Logan took a deep shuddering breath, cold air filling his heart and lungs. Was it so wrong he wanted his friends? Was it so wrong he wanted them to hold him and tell him everything was going to be alright? Was it so wrong he wanted them to care?

He didn't think so, but sometimes what he thought wasn't important enough.

What he thought was never important. Unless it was some way to get his friends out of some problem they couldn't solve on their own.

That's all he was to them. A plan B.

Logan took another deep breath, the cold air feeling like daggers stabbing him from the inside out. He didn't care thought, the pain was welcomed. It showed him he wasn't overwhelmed in the emotional pain.

He looked up at the clock. 9:03. Carlos had told them that they'd be back around ten, so he still had time.

He pulled his knees up to his chest and continued crying.

All too soon, he heard the familiar sound of 2J's front door opening and closing. He heard his friends laughing and it made his heart ache more.

Logan quickly got under his covers and turned his back to the door. He took one more deep breath, feeling the air burn his sore throat and tired lungs, before biting down on his tongue to hide the tears.

He had just managed to stop shaking when Kendall walked in. "Logan, you awake?" He asked.

Logan just stayed still, tears still falling slowly down his eyes. He heard Kendall walk back out of the room and soon the laughter returned, and Logan couldn't help but feel angry. How could they be in there, happy and laughing, while he was in there, broken and crying.

But they would never know. They would never see the thousands of tears that had fallen. They would never see the red lines that had been on his arms from where he tried to cut but just couldn't bring himself to do so. They would never see his pain.

They just didn't care enough to look anymore.

That could've been better... Oh well.

I hope you guys liked my first one-shot! So, please review and check out my other stories!

Dani!