Logan cracked open his eyes to let in as little light as possible, but still enough for him to judge what time it was. He opened both his eyes, wondering why it was still noticably dark. Oh, that's right, he remembered, I couldn't sleep because I feel like my limbs are being pulled out of their sockets. He smiled, noticing he was noticably sarcastic, even when he was just talking to himself.

He tried sitting up in bed, but only got about a third of the way up before his head landed with a soft thud on his pillow. He reached for the sore spot in his neck, where he probably pulled a muscle when Carlos punched him last night. His hand found its way to his jaw, and, yup. There was the matching bruise. There was no way he was getting out of this bed.

He groaned, then rolled his eyes. Logan, what is your deal, bro? Just stand up and walk into the living room. It's Saturday morning. All you have to do is walk to the couch, and you're golden. You won't have to move for the rest of the day…Just don't drink anything…Or eat anything…Fuck, we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

In one swift motion, he peeled back his sheets and sat up. "SHIT." he whispered a little louder than he should have. He glanced at Kendall, making sure he hadn't woken him up. Kendall was not a happy camper when he was unwillingly woken up. His best friend rolled over on his other side, moaned, and…started snoring again. Logan let out a relieved breath. He had narrowly avoided discussing the…activities of the night before. Narrowly.

Gathering all the strength he could, he slowly made his way to the cushy orange couch in the living room. It was only a few yards away, but it still took Logan a while to get there. Once he actually did make it to the couch, he plopped down on his face, and had almost zero energy left to turn onto his back, or even sit up for that matter.

Before he even tried to get up, he heard a not-so-tiny voice address him.

"You're taking up the whole couch, butthead. I'm just going to sit on you, then."

Before Logan could protest, Kendall's younger sister jumped into the air, and landed right on the small of his back. She reached for the remote and-

"SHIT, KATIE. Oh. My. God." Katie froze, arm oustretched towards the coffee table. This is, Logan, right? She almost never heard Logan swear. In a sort of awkward move, logan rolled over onto his back, almost magically so that Katie was now sitting on his stomach. Before he could begin to complain about his bodily aches again, Katie interrupted with a disgusted, and only very, very slightly concerned expression.

"What the HELL happened to your face?" she demanded. Logan sighed, and instinctively covered his face with his aching hands. He didn't even have enough energy to ask the 10-year-old to watch her language.

He thought back to last night, before bed, when the boys worked out their stories. Kendall and James were taking a walk when they got knocked into the bushes by a runaway golf cart. Carlos was playing hockey at the ice rink just over a few miles from the Palmwoods when him and one of the players on the opposite team and him got into a rough brawl. Then they decided that some hoodlum had tried to mug Logan, but Logan fought him off well enough that he got away without taking anything of his.

Logan took in a big breath, and told Katie, "It's a long story, but I…almost got mugged."

"…Sucks." she replied with a disappointed face.

"No I've actually been waiting for a while to be mugged. IT WAS FANTASTIC ALMOST GETTING ALL MY MONEY STOLEN."

"Jeez. Calm your tits."

"Katie-"

"-You're having a bad day. I get it. I'm going down to the lobby to steal some of Bitters' doughnuts. Maybe I'll just happen to pick up some for you. Maybe." she said with a smile uncharacteristic for the sly 10-year-old.

"…Thanks." Logan managed to mutter right as she left the apartment. Then Logan heard some shuffling from the bedroom.

"DID I HEAR DOUGHNUTS," Kendall's voice actually echoed through the living room.

"Shut up!" Logan said, laughing for the first time in over 24 hours. He hurled a pillow at his best friend's head.

"Do you want to wake up carlos before he's had his 8 hours?"

"Well-"

"And do you even want to think about James awake before he's had his 'beauty sleep'?" he asked. Kendall pinched his lips together, obviously agreeing with Logan.

"No seriously, brogan. Did I hear 'doughnuts'?"

"Yeah, but it was your sister, so you probably won't be getting any."

"Fuck. I'm starved, too." Kendall complained, left hand rubbing his stomach through his thin SpiderMan t-shirt.

Right then, the other bedroom door whipped open, and James was just standing in the doorway, expressionless.

"Logan, did you already warn him about interrupting my beauty sleep?"

Without his eyes leaving Kendall, Logan replied, "You bet."

Logan sat up so the other two could sit down. James cracked a smile.

"I think it's actually pretty good that you woke me up. If I slept any longer I probably would've slipped into a coma." The three laughed cautiously, because they knew it was a little more true than it probably should be.

"Morning," Carlos said, sitting on the other side of Kendall.

The four took turns looking at each other. No one said anything for a full minute.

James finally broke the silence, "So, are going to talk about what happened last night?"

"Eventually." Logan responded, staring into space.

"…But now?" Kendall asked, a slightly worried expressin on his face.

"Nah." all four of the boys answered simultaneously. And then came more silence. At the same time, all four realized they wouldn't be able to be around each other until they had actually acknowledged what had happened in the Palmwoods basement last night.

"Well, broskis. I was here first, so…Bye." Logan said sassily. "I said BYE."

The other three didn't move for 5 more seconds, but Kendall sulked off to his room, James followed to his room, and Carlos headed straight down to the lobby, still in his pajamas.

Logan turned around and smiled. "Oh, hi! Good morning, Mrs. Knight!"