"Dogs!" Gustavo shouted in his usual angry tone. "Why are you late? You were supposed to be here at 3:00! Its now 9:00! 9:00! We'll now be up all night because of you dogs!"

"Well" Kendall began "James wouldn't come out of the bathroom because he was to busy staring at himself" James had shot Kendall and aggravated look, then looked over to Carlos.

"What about him?" James shouted as he pointed at the smaller Latino. "He wouldn't move until somebody found his helmet!" Kendall chuckled "You're the one who took my helmet James!" Carlos shouted as he patted his helmet. "Guys, you are idiots!" Kendall said through his laughs. "Carlos is stupid!" Logan winced as he saw the smaller Latino boy jump for the taller brunette, and tackle him to the ground.

"You guys need to work because you still sound awful!" Gustavo shouted at the four boys.

Awful Logan thought Its all my fault, I cant do this. God I can't stand all of this yelling. It reminds me to much of home...

Flashback

A 9 year old Logan was sitting on top of his bed listening to his parents argue again.

"No Sherrie! I will not calm down. Did you see that kid ? He's a disgrace. He gives us Mitchel's a bad name." Mr Mitchel had shouted from the bottom of the steps. "Dan, calm down. How much did you drink?" Mrs Mitchel asked smelling the alcohol that was dripping from his tainted words. Logan ran downstairs trying to stop the fighting. "Mommy! Daddy! No more fighting please?" Dan looked over at his son and knocked him to the ground. "DADDY!" Logan gasped as he tried to hold the tears back and catch his breath. "DAN!" Mrs Mitchel shouted. "How dare you hit my son!" Mr Mitchel laughed silently. "Look Dan. I cant do this anymore." Mrs Mitchel retorted at a confused Mr Mitchel. "It'll be best for Logan if I just left. You need to see help about your drinking. Goodbye Dan, Logan." Mrs Mitchel ran out the door and off into the street. Logan chased after his mother, crying. "Please..mom! Come back!" But just as soon as she darted out into the night, she was nowhere to be seen. She was gone. Logan fell to the ground. He threw his head into his hands reflecting on what had just happened. His father had hit him. His mother had left, for good this time. And it was all his fault. Just as he was about to get up he saw a pair of lights heading straight towards him. The last thing he remembered was the contorted face of his father staring over the dashboard.

"Smaller dog! Whats your problem?" Logan looked up to see that everyone had now been looking at him. He had not noticed that he was shaking, but everyone else seemed to. Logan put on his best fake smile and replied "Uh uh.. nothing. Just daydreaming. Besides, uhm its cold in here."

"Well, I guess its cold in here? I'll turn up the heat" Kelly said, still unconvinced that Logan was okay.

Logan glared at his friends who had kept their eyes on him the whole time. " Are you okay? You don't look to good." Carlos asked. Carlos was always concerned when his friends didnt feel up to par. "I'm fine Carlos, I just need some air."

"Oh Do you want us to come with you?" James asked as he slung his jacket over his shoulder and headed to the door.

"No! I mean no its okay I'll be right back." Logan said as he made his way through the door.

Logan heard the faint sounds of Gustavo yelling as he left the building. "Great all because the monkey dog decided he needed some air we have to stop. again!" I really do ruin everything. Logan looked back and sighed as he realized what he was going to do. They'll be better off without me. Im done. He looked up at the sign above the front door. "Rocque Records" He took in another deep breath as a tear rolled down his cheek.Goodbye. He turned off his phone and began walking down the sidewalk and into the night.