AN: So here is my 2nd attempt at a chapter story! I've really been planning this one and I'm really into it so I hope you guys will be too. And just so you know, I have no knowledge about drugs so yeah but I guess most of this makes sense. I will try to update at least twice a week! Enjoy! :)

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"Logan Hortence Mitchell. Back again, I see?"

"Shut up." Logan had been coming to him for a while now and each time he had some smart-ass thing to say.

"No really, this will never get old. How is it that little Logie the genius, Logie the 'responsible one', Logie from one of the most popular boy bands, ends up here? And every week at that."

"You tell me 'guitar dude'." Logan said back. "How is it that a boy who came out to L.A to become a cello player, ends up as some hippie giving me drugs?"

Logan was proud of his retort. He knew that they were both at fault here and neither one could say anything about the other.

"Ok, Mitchell, fair enough." Guitar Dude said as he reached into his bag that was slung across his shoulder. He pulled out two bottle of blue liquid drugs. "You got your needle?"

"Of course." Logan said very matter-of-factly.

"Pour these into your needle, inject them right here," he pointed to his forearm. "And you should be set."

Logan took the two bottles from him. "Why are you giving me so much?" Usually guitar dude only gave him a half a bottle or less.

"Because, I realized I don't need Mr. If I Ruled the World bringing a bunch of paparazzi to my hideout. This way you should be set for about a month or more depending on how you use it."

It was a reasonable explanation. Logan hadn't even thought about the possibility of cameras following him. But he knew that he had been covering his tracks pretty well. He looked around him. No one.

"How much?"

"Free."

It's not like Logan was doing illegal drugs or anything. He did have a reputation. And he figured if this whole thing were to crash and burn and he got caught,he wouldn't get arrested. He still did dream of being a doctor and an arrest wouldn't be acceptable on his record.

"Thanks," Logan said as he put the bottles in his bag. He then turned to leave.

"Hey!" Guitar Dude called out, causing Logan to turn around. "Seriously, you are the last person I would have expected to become a regular."

Logan only half smiled. "Well my life isn't as perfect as it seems."

And with that, Guitar Dude nodded, and Logan walked away.

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Perfect.

As he entered the empty apartment, the word rang inside his head.

Perfect.

As he went into his and Kendall's shared room and pulled out one of the bottles of drugs, the word rang inside his head.

Perfect.

As he opened one of the bottles and then reached in his desk drawer to get his needle, the word rang inside his head.

Perfect.

He poured the blue liquid into his needle until it was full. He pulled up his left sleeve and injected it.

He dropped the needle on the desk and stumbled over to his bed. He was quickly slipping into this peaceful bliss that he loved. It was a wonderful feeling. It was as if he was weightless and floating, but he could feel his body. However, at the same time, it was as if he was excited and running, yet not moving at all. It was magnificent. It was perfect.

Perfect.It was the pressure to be perfect. The stress of writing songs and completing work that caused that first know on Guitar Dude's door. He couldn't take it. Throughout the day, everyone's burdens were placed on his shoulders. And this was his release.

As he quickly slipped into unconsciousness, he saw flashed of light. And fell into a deep sleep.

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AN: So far, so good? It will get better. This rated M, mostly for dark themes like drugs but later there will be smut ;) I hope this wasn't too short! It was much longer in my journal!

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