The Spot

Disclaimer: I own nothing mentioned in this story...sadly.

Logan Henderson was always the kind of person who liked to study and do homework even if he had none. He always liked to stay on top of things so he wouldn't get overwhelmed and unorganized. When Logan began to do his work everyone usually left the apartment to go swimming or down to hang out in the lobby. But on this particular Saturday morning Logan was not alone.

James was also in 2J at the time and Logan suspected he was styling his hair for the day. He could hear faint movement in the bathroom. Just as Logan was about to start his quadratic equation worksheet, a scream came from the bathroom. Before Logan could reach the bathroom James had ran out through the door. "James, what's the matter?" Logan curiously asked.

James just kept breathing heavily and staring off into space. Logan examined James and didn't notice anything different. His hair was perfect as usual, no cow licks at least, and his lucky comb was in his hand. "James?" he repeated, looking at him in the eyes. "I don't see why you're screaming." James glanced at Logan and lazily walked past him. His eyes were glued to the floor and his breathing had went back to normal. "Wait, did you run out of Cuda again?"

Logan chuckled at his own comment. James finally opened his mouth to speak, but at the same time he raised his hand to his tan face and pointed at a huge zit. "Do you see this?" he yelled at Logan. "It's hideous and now I'm so ugly!" Logan just laughed, he couldn't believe someone would freak out over a pimple.

"I don't see the big deal," Logan said. "A pimple only forms when bacteria and dirt clogs a pore, it will eventually go away."

James sighed and put his hand through his hair. "You don't understand! I can't handle having a zit, I'm supposed to be perfect. Everyone is going to notice and make fun of me!" James yelled once again. He trotted back to the bathroom to examine it for the tenth time.

"Stress will only make it worse and cause you to have more! Now stop it, James! You're being so immature, everybody gets pimples! Now, calm down." Logan sat back on his stool and picked up his pencil, hoping that James wouldn't be too dramatic. But of course, just as Logan was in the middle of another math problem, James let out another shriek.

He bolted for the door and left before Logan got to ask where he was going. Logan had tons of pimples before and none of them bothered him. Wasn't every teenager supposed to expierence acne at some point in their lives? He just shook his head and looked back down at the work in front of him. Now this was something you'd get stressed about.

Kendall was sitting on his pool chair, soaking in the sun when James rushed over to him. "What's up?" Kendall asked as James sat down next to him. James had a worried look on his face and didn't seem to be acting like himself. "Something wrong?"

"Yes!" James practically shrieked. "Look at this pimple!" Kendall saw it alright, and it was a big one. "You've had lots of these before, please help me!" James begged. Kendall gave him a strange look for insulting him on his complexion but quickly snapped out of it.

Kendall got up from his chair to stretch his legs. "Let it go away on it's own," Kendall suggested but James wouldn't listen. "Don't fool around with it too much, it might get worse."

"But this needs to be gone today, Kendall! I can't have people seeing me like this!" Kendall sighed and sat back down on his chair. "Do you have any creams?"

Kendall thought about it. He didn't really have any creams, he always let them dissapear by themselves. "No."

"Please, come with me to the drug store and help me find something!" James asked, his expression turning to hopefulness. Kendall lightly laughed and looked up at James. He was so stressed out it was actually pretty funny. But Kendall wouldn't let James know that.

Kendall got up from where he was sitting and began to walk away. "Don't walk away!" James screamed. "I need your help!" Kendall turned around and smirked.

"Are you coming or not?"