A/N- Hey guys! So I took over the story, 24 Hours, by TheRescuer2. So here it goes, hope you like it.
Hour 11
10:00 A.M.
Passed out on the couch, Logan Mitchell tosses and turns, throwing his arms around in a phsycotic matter, kicking and knocking things over, he finally pops up and wipes sweat off his forehead.
Oh my gosh. It was just a dream.
The naive boy glances at the clock. 10:00 A.M.
Practically sleep deprived, he gets up,and the memories from last night reminice in his head.
He can no longer convince himself that this wasnt a dream. That this wasnt true.
Especailly after the nightmare he just had.
He dreamt he was at the press confrence, and he & the other guys admitted thier secrets, resulting in disastorous results.
Everybody hated them, and the scene was pretty stereotypical, too: They were throwing tomatoes at him.
Even though it was just a dream, Logan couldnt help the fact but think this was what was going to actually happen at the confrence.
What if it does? If all his fans hate him now? Think he's a freak? Hate his guts? Will he be mocked by society? Feel shame, and the need to hide himself from the rest of the world?
The raven haired boy quickly gets up and rushes to James & Kendall.
The two boys are sitting in the room, glancing over a peice of paper.
"What's that?" Logan queitly asks, standing in the doorway.
"Its...uhm...it...flew in through the window." James stuttered, scratching his head.
Logan raises an eyebrow.
"Look for yourself," Kendall threw it towards Logan.
The boy reads it over and over, as if expecting the wording on the paper to change and say something else. He look up at Kendall, green eyes meeting brown, and Logan crumples up the paper, then throws it at the wall.
Logan takes a deep breath and sits down on Kendall bed, then calls in Carlos.
As soon as all the boys were in the room, Logan spoke up.
"I had a dream."
"A dream?"
"Yeh...I mean, about us going to that confrence today. What if it doesnt work out well? What it...everyone hates us?"
James stood up, "I think we need to rethink this."
Logan nodded, "Yes. We do."
Kendall stands up, "We cant just give up. Like this, right here. We are a team. Now despite our current hatred for eachother, I feel we should all work together and find out where our loved ones are! Whos with me?" Kendall puts out his hand.
"I am." Logan puts his hand in the middle with Kendall's.
"Im in." James nods, and puts in his hand, as well.
"Im in too." Carlos says, putting his hand in, too.
The boys all throw thier hands up in the air, like a team does right before they play a game, and after thier coach gives them a pep talk, and they all yell, "Yeh!"
Suddenly, another bottle, comes flying through the window and hits Carlos in the head, "Ow."
Kendall picks it up, takes out the paper, attempting to read it. Rolling his eyes at his extremly annoying dyslexia, he hands it over to James to read.
I can help you find your loved ones. Meet me in the lobby right in front of the elavator at 11:00, on the dot.
A/N- Hope you liked it, I tried, but I dont think anything can beat the amsome awsomeness of TheRescuer2's fantastic writting. Anyway, I have ALOT more than you think coming, a whole lot more. Reviews are greatly appreciated.