Thought: I've been wanting to write this for a while, even though there's some already out there like this. I haven't read them because I wanted to write my own before I did. So, here I am. It will be slash, and it will be Kogan. Expect Logan whumpage, because I can't help it. .My depression is really bad lately and my fcmd is at an ultimate high. Oh, and I think you should know that I dislike Jo, very much. I'll try to be nice.

Important things to know:
-They don't live at the palm woods.
-They live in a house, in a neighborhood.
-They go to school.
-They're not halfway to becoming famous.
-They all live at Kendall's house. I'll try to come up with a reason why, but I can't promise it.

This is going to be very long.

Guys, I hurt myself today, and now I limp. But, I did fix my air conditioner.

Kendall had two choices; stay at home and take care of Logan, or go on his date with Jo. James was already out the door, and Carlos was in the zone, not being able to come out of his running/swimming/stalking Jennifer's time for another hour or so. Logan hadn't been feeling well all morning, and he was getting pretty bad. Katie was at her friend's house, and Mrs. Knight was at a dinner thing a town over and wouldn't be returning till the next morning.

He really wanted to go with Jo. He loved Jo, but Logan was his bro. And, as the saying goes, 'bros before hoes', and even though he didn't think Jo was a ho, it didn't mean Lo wasn't his bro. ha, see what was done there? But, enough of that.

Kendall really had to think about this. He didn't want to leave Logan home alone, and his mom's dinner thing had literally just started. His only hope was Carlos, who still had 56 minutes. He could call Jo and postpone their date an hour or two, and that'd give him some time to try to lower Logan's fever and instruct Carlos on what to do.

He sent Jo a text message; 'hey, dear, running late. meet me at 8?" and stood up going into the kitchen, pulling out a plastic cup and filling it with Gatorade from the fridge and putting a straw in it. He put the Gatorade in it's home, and went over to the cup. The cell phone vibrated with a reply just as he was about to pick it up. 'sure :-)'

Kendall walked slowly to the room he shared with Logan. It was dark and kind of stuffy, and Logan was wrapped in a mess of blankets on his bed; which was on the opposite side of his. James and Carlos shared a room across the hall, but they had bunk beds. "Logan? Buddy?"

A soft moan emitted from the lump in the bed, and Kendall got that worried feeling in the pit of my stomach. "How are you holding up, bud?"

The blond wasn't really surprised to have not gotten a response. He put the cup on his bedside table and sat on the bed next to Logan. It was about five thirty; he'd been in bed all day. Kendall put a hand on his face, and it was really warm. Logan's eyes opened, and they looked so tired, even though he'd been sleeping all day. He was much more pale than usual, and he was sweating, but shivering, too. "Damn, Logan," Kendall said. "How'd this happen?"

Logan's eyes closed again, and he sat up, slowly, and blinked hard, his blanket securely around him. Kendall went for the cup and handed it to Logan, who sipped it slowly. "I feel like I got hit by a truck," he said, his voice so low Kendall could barely hear him.

"You sound like it, too," Kendall commented. "I'm gonna get the thermometer. Keep drinking that, okay?"

He stood up and went to the bathroom, going over to the medicine cabinet and pulling out the thermometer, and popping it into Logan's mouth the second he entered the room and watched Logan carefully as he waited for the results. He was glad he was able to quickly work around his dilemma, and could do both things, because he really wouldn't have been comfortable leaving Logan, but he really wanted to see Jo.

"Didn't you have a date?" Logan questioned.

"Yeah. I'm just going to wait for Carlos to come home. Don't talk with that in your mouth."

Logan rolled his eyes but kept quiet, waiting patiently to get the minute over with. Once it beeped, he felt the liberty to lay back down. "And the result, doctor?" he asked curiously.

"One oh three point five," Kendall said, not really wanting to believe it. "That's disgusting, are you okay?" it appeared as though he wasn't asking how he felt. He was asking the doctor of their group if it was okay to have a fever that high.

"I'm okay," Logan said. "I mean, I'm sick, but, I'd say the higher level of one oh four is hospital material."

"What scares me is that you're not too far from that."

"I'll be okay," he said.

"Is there at least something I can do to try to lower it? Like, give you Tylenol or something?"

"You're doing fine, Kendall, really," Logan said, clearly close to falling back asleep.

"…okay…" Kendall said, not completely positive of that being true, but standing up and going to get ready for his date, which was now at eight o'clock.

He decided to get ready for his date again. He took another shower, brushed his teeth again, cleaned his ears twice, and put on his best clothes. He let his hair dry and fall in it's natural position, he made sure he was clean shaven and smelling good. He thought he looked better this time.

He peaked in on Logan every so often, and he was glad that he was still sleeping. That meant he was at complete rest, which is what he knew was best for him.

It sucked that it was Saturday and Logan was sick. He seemed fine yesterday, all day at school, at hockey practice, and he woke up that morning with a headache and a stomach that said 'don't put anything in me, because I'll give it right back.'

Kendall kept his eye on the clock; taking another shower and getting ready all over again took about an hour, putting Carlos at negative eleven minutes. Kendall was just about to text his little Latino friend when he strolled through the door with a grin and grass and dirt stains all over his clothes. "'Sup," he said to Kendall upon seeing him.

"Carlos, Logan's really sick, and I have somewhere to go. James is out so I need you to keep your eye on him. He's been sleeping for about an hour. Give him Gatorade if he's thirsty, it'll help him feel better. He's temperature's pretty high. I want you to check it in like, an hour or so and keep me updated. I'll come home if I have to, I suppose."

"Why does Mama Knight always have meetings at the least convenient moment? It's really that bad?"

"It's worse than he's leading on, that's for sure. I'm really not going far if you need me to come back. He'll probably just sleep the whole time, okay?"

Carlos nodded and Kendall walked out the door, meeting Jo at eight at their favorite restaurant two blocks away from Kendall's house. "Hey, you," Jo looked up from their usual table to see Kendall sliding into the booth seat opposite her. She smiled, her eyes lighting up.

"Hi. You're late," she accused.

Kendall looked at the time on his phone. "By seven minutes," he said. "It's not that bad. I had to wait for Carlos to come home. But I'm here now. That's all that matters."

Jo smiled, silently agreeing. She and Kendall were going to have fun tonight.

Meanwhile, Carlos was taking a shower at home. He felt dirty, and he was ready for his PJ's and television time. He enjoyed doing that on Saturday nights while James always went to parties and Kendall always went out with Jo and Logan usually studied. He liked the comforting feeling of just relaxing at home. Most of the time, Katie would join him, but since Mrs. Knight wouldn't be back till about ten tomorrow morning, Katie was sleeping at a friend's house.

Carlos went into the living room and flipped the television on when he remembered what Kendall said about checking Logan's temperature. Carlos was the most irresponsible of the four, but he always did his best because he didn't want to let anybody down.

He went into Kendall and Logan's room, and went straight up to Logan's bed. "Hey," he said, his voice soft. "I have to check your temperature, okay?"

Logan kept his eyes closed, but opened his mouth slightly. Carlos felt so bad for him; he picked up the thermometer next to the half empty glass of Gatorade on the bedside table and slipped it in, Logan's mouth closing instantly.

Carlos pushed back Logan's hair gently, wiping away the moisture that was left behind on his palm, and took the thermometer out when it beeped that the minute was up. "One oh three point eight, Logie," Carlos said. "That's bad, huh?"

Logan rubbed his eye but didn't answer. Instead, he said, "I'mgna throw up."

Carlos ran and got the garbage. This was going to be a long night.

James was at a party getting drunk. He was a little tipsy, and he thought his eyes were deceiving him when he saw Kendall and Jo enter. Kendall wasn't the type to 'party'; he was too responsible, he had too much going for him to screw it up.

It was April of Kendall's junior year; he was the first eleventh grader to become captain of the hockey team in the school's history, ever, and he already had hockey scouts watching him at games. His grades weren't dreadful, he had the hottest, cheerleader girlfriend, and popularity on his side. His three best friends lived with him.

James was Kendall's cousin, and he'd lived with them for as long as he could remember. Both of James's parents were killed in a car accident when he was a toddler, and Jennifer, being Brooke's sister, took in the baby to raise with Kendall.

Carlos lived with them purely because of Kendall's loyalty; Carlos's parents had to move about a half an hour drive from Kendall's, meaning Carlos would have to change schools and play on a different team. Kendall and James both were completely unwilling to let Carlos go and they begged Mama Knight and Carlos's parents to let Carlos live with them.

Logan came last, but naturally, his story wasn't so simple. Kendall met Logan on the ice; but Logan had been skating by himself, shooting a puck into an empty goal. Kendall stopped him and asked him why he wasn't on the team, then pretty much forced Logan to try out. They were in ninth grade at the time. A few months later, Logan's father got arrested, his mother got sent to rehab, and he told Kendall he was going to the state and he probably wouldn't ever see Kendall again. He'd be put in a foster home, and could end up anywhere in America. That's when Kendall talked to his mother, and their family extended again.

It wasn't any secret that James liked to party; he didn't care, he didn't have parents to impress so he just did what he wanted to do. And on Saturdays, he wanted to party and get it in, so that's what he did. "Kendall?" James asked, not knowing if he could really believe Kendall actually was there.

"Hey, dude," Kendall responded, his arm around his number one lady. "What's up?"

"Are you real?" James asked.

Kendall laughed. "Yeah, I'm real. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, bro, I'm good. Life's good, this is good, everything is so good. Hello, Jo. And how are you this fine evening?"

Jo giggled. "James, have you been drinking tonight?"

James smirked, "Oh, I've been drinking. I'd stay away from the Mountain Dew if I were you, it's a little flat."

"Alrighty…." Jo said, then turned to Kendall. "Let's dance," she requested, pulling on his arm gently, a beautiful grin on her face.

Kendall couldn't deny and he lead the way, pulling her by her hand and dancing with her, keeping her close as they moved along to the beat, unwittingly leading the crowd. Leadership always followed Kendall.

Kendall wasn't as talkative as he usually was that night. He couldn't help but worry about Logan, and wonder how Carlos was doing with him. He and Jo were sitting on the couch having the same conversation for the third time.

"You keep looking at your cell phone," Jo noted. "Is everything okay?" She was slightly worried, despite trusting Kendall. The last boyfriend she had would always text his other girlfriend.

Kendall nodded. "Yeah. I'm just worried about the guys at home. Logan was really sick, and Carlos is the only one with him. It's not that I don't trust Carlos…it's just that…I'd be more comfortable if James, or Mom or Katie was there…"

Jo smiled. "You know Carlos. It'll be fine. Just loosen up a little, okay? Have a good time with me. You'll go home later and see that you were worrying for nothing and that Carlos had everything under control."

"I know you're right, but…I just can't help it…you didn't see Logan."

"Logan's a genius," Jo reminded him. "A genius who wants to be a doctor. A genius who has like, a hundred med schools begging him to join their team. He knows better than anyone. What'd he say to you?"

Kendall took in a deep breath. "He said I was doing fine, that he was okay, and that temperatures on the higher side of one oh four are hospital material."

"What was his temperature?"

"One oh three point five when I checked," Kendall said, hoping she would have something to say to calm his nerves a little.

"He's probably got the flu," Jo said. "My brother had it last week, remember? His temperature was one oh three even. Logan will be fine in a few days. He just needs a lot of sleep."

"But Carlos hasn't even texted me to tell me if he's still sleeping!" Kendall whined. "I just wish he would text me."

"You need to loosen up, baby. Come on." She stood up, and at this point, Kendall knew she was right. He didn't want to get drunk, but one drink wouldn't kill him, and it'd loosen him up a little bit. He wouldn't be to the point of in coherence, and he'd be able to still think logically. One drink was really nothing.

The drinks weren't made; the alcohol sat next to half full cups of soda and juices. Obviously, the big bowl of punch sat in the middle of the table, and it was more than likely juiced up a bit. Jell-o shots also obviously contained alcohol. Kendall and Jo each did a jell-o shot and put a little bit of vodka in their sodas.

Turns out, James was right. The Mountain Dew was flat. Jo and Kendall went on the dance floor again, and Jo was a lot more affectionate this time. She was a lightweight, and she'd put more alcohol in her soda than Kendall did his. She was tipsy, and she still had a drink in her hands and sipped it as she tried to dance. Kendall found her amusing and thought this is my girlfriend as she licked her hand and wiggled her hips.

"Kendall, my parents are out of town," Jo said, "Want to sleep over?"

Kendall bit his lip. "Logan…" Kendall reminded.

"Let's go to my house, for just a little bit, then."

"Jo, you wanna get it in?" Kendall asked.

They'd had sex before, but it wasn't quite a regular thing. Kendall always waited on Jo, however, so when she wanted it, he was jumping at the chance.

"Yeah, baby, I wanna get it in."

Kendall was suddenly glad he'd went to the party.

Carlos was seriously hating his life right now. Logan was burning up and he hadn't stopped throwing up for more than five minutes within the last hour. "It'll be okay," he repeated as he stayed knelt on the floor next to Logan, rubbing circles on his back as he vomited again into the toilet. "Oh, man…"

"I'm sorry," Logan said, his eyes watering from the pain he felt while vomiting. He wasn't enjoying his life too much either. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." His voice was almost gone and his throat hurt so badly. His head hurt, his stomach hurt, and his body was just straining itself to go on, and only to continue to puke, which drained him terribly.

He felt so bad that Carlos had to watch him go through this. "It's okay, it'll be okay…" Carlos said, automatically. "Logan, please stop crying…" Carlos begged, but Logan couldn't stop. Instead, he curled up to Carlos, and only lasted what seemed like two seconds before leaning back into the toilet. Carlos sighed and rubbed his back again. "It'll be okay…"

When he was done again, he flushed and stood up, Carlos stood up, too, and steadied his friend, who was noticeably woozy. "Logie," he said, and lead him to his bedroom, helping him into his bed. "I'm going to try Kendall, okay?"

Logan nodded. "Don't leave, okay?" Carlos barely heard him, but he knew. He stayed in his room with him dialed Kendall's number, only to be shocked to have it go to voicemail after ringing for what seemed like forever. He figured maybe his phone was in his pocket and he didn't hear it, so he sent him a message, praying he'd look at his phone, soon.

'come home plz. i cnt do this.'

Logan looked so bad. His breathing was deep and uneven, and he was an awful shade of pale. His skin was clammy, he was sweating, yet freezing. His body temperature was disgustingly high and he looked like death. "It'll be okay, Logie," He said again. "Kendall will respond soon, and he'll know what to do. He told me to give you Gatorade if you're thirsty. Are you thirsty?"

Logan shook his head, his eyes closed, his head pounding.

"Okay…I don't know what else to do Logan!"

"Don't panic, Carlitos."

"You're so sick, Logan.!"

"We've all been sick before…"

"Logan, I'm really worried about you."

Logan didn't respond, and Carlos thought he fell asleep. Carlos was shaking. This wasn't what he expected out of his Saturday night. "He'll probably sleep the whole time" Kendall had said. That was a lie. He just wanted to watch television, but Logan had other ideas. Logan was so sick, and Carlos couldn't even watch television right now if he wanted to he was so worried.

He sprayed the bathroom because it spelled like vomit when he walked by. He went into the kitchen to get himself something to drink and looked at his phone. It'd been 20 minutes since he'd sent the message; and so he figured he'd try again with a 'kendall?'

He didn't know if he could try James; two reasons. James had a tendency to get really drunk on Saturdays, and a drunk person coming home would cause more work for him, and no help. Or James could be getting it in. Carlos didn't want to risk it. He'd really been counting on Kendall to respond.

When Logan woke up ten minutes later and started throwing up again, Carlos felt like he didn't have a choice but to break down and call Mama Knight. He knew she was going to be upset. 'One night, I leave you guys home for a one night and something bad happens."

But at this point he didn't care. He needed someone else there, and since Kendall wasn't answering, and James was probably incoherent, he had to take away Mrs. Knight's one night.

"Don't," Logan had said, sitting on the bathroom floor, using the tub to hold himself up. "Please don't call her. She'll be home in the morning. What time is it? Kendall will be home, soon…"

"It's eleven thirty," Carlos said, still really wanting to call.

"Okay, well, even if you did call Mama K, the drive alone wouldn't let her get home till about two. We both know that Kendall will definitely be home by two. We'd just be ruining her time for nothing."

"I'm so mad that he didn't answer…"

"He'll check his phone soon. He's just having a good time. We owe him that, don't you think? He works so hard for the team. You're doing just fine, I swear. I'm sorry…"

Carlos sighed, and looked at his friend who was still pale, and looked like he was about to throw up. "Alright…"

And that's when Logan started to throw up again.

James stumbled in around twelve. He seemed rather angry, and he obviously didn't get it in. He searched through the cupboards and was being kind of noisy, causing Carlos to jump up from the couch and go into the kitchen. "Quiet down!" he barked in a whisper. "Logan's been throwing up all night and he's finally asleep. I'm trying to keep him sleeping for the rest of the night. Okay?"

"Carlos, buddy," he said, a sloppy smile on his face. "Won't you make me a sammich?"

"No. I'm pissed off and you're drunk. I'm not taking care of you when I have to take care of Logan. I don't even know where Kendall is, and he hasn't answered his phone and I don't even know whether I should be worried about him or just mad at him."

James just blinked then looked down. "Do you like my new shirt? Mama got it for me for my birthday!"

Carlos rolled his eyes. "It's a great shirt," he grumbled through gritted teeth, and turned, going back into the living room and continued forwarding messages to Kendall.

This time, however, he got one back. 'dude! im sooo sorry! on me way right now. hows logan?' it was two hours after his original message, and Carlos was not impressed. He quickly replied a 'sleeping.' to Kendall, finally deciding it was okay to be angry at him.

It was half past midnight when Kendall walked in. He wasn't drunk, but he had sex hair, and lipstick on his cheek. "Carlos," Kendall said, knowing immediately his friend was ticked off. "Carlos, I'm sorry. Is he okay?"

"I don't know," Carlos asked, "but I'm really pissed off at you. You better have gotten it in, I swear, nothing else is worth it."

Kendall sighed, "I got it in but that doesn't even seem worth it right now. What happened?"

"He kept throwing up. Like, it didn't stop for like, two hours. He'd try to fall asleep and just wake up and throw up some more. I couldn't take his temperature because he didn't stop throwing up long enough to put anything in his mouth, and I'm hoping to God he sleeps through the night because I've never seen him like that. He was crying, Kendall. It hurt him so bad to throw up."

"I'm so sorry…I was checking my phone every second for the first hour, I really was…I just…you know, shit happened and Jo said her parents were out of town and that she wanted to get it in, and so we were at her house, you know, and she has this thing for foreplay…anyway. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, Kendall. Just…take care of Logan so I can get some sleep." and with that, Carlos flipped off the television and started towards his room. "By the way," he added quickly, "James is drunk in the kitchen." and then, he finally comfortably collapsed into his bottom bunk of the bunk bed.

Kendall went into the kitchen to see James with the kitchen curtain on as a shirt, juice spilled on the floor, and peanut butter smeared on his face. "Jesus Christ, James!" Kendall flipped. "Go clean up and go to bed!"

"But I'm not tired!"

"So lay down and think about what you did! And be quiet."

Kendall helped James clean up quietly, then shoved him up on his bed. "Don't get up, unless you have to pee. I'm not helping you back up there. Just go to sleep."

Note: So, I'm excited for this. I don't know if you guys are, but I usually get excited about all my new stories. I have this one planned out, so it'll be a much smoother road than I'm having with my other stories. Not all chapters will be as long and tedious as this one. Should I continue? Thanks for reading. (: