A/N- kay so I know this isn't a hugely plot-packed chapter. Actually, not much really happens in this one. I just feel bad that I promised to post the next chapter a while ago and I haven't yet. I have thousands of excuses- some of them are HIGHLY entertaining- but it doesn't change the fact that I didn't update soon enough. So, while I'm still talking to the Logan and Kendall in my head(they say hi) asking what happens next, you guys can read what I've gotten them to tell me so far…. Enjoy. Or laugh at me. I won't really know which unless you Review… HINT HINT

Kendall woke up the sultry sounds of his best friend blowing chunks. "Aw gross, Logan!" He screeched before throwing his hands over his mouth fast enough to make an audible 'slap' as his green eyes bugged out.

"You're good, dude," Logan panted after he leaned back up over the side of the bed, "headache's gone. Stomach bug isn't." He looked at the floor in disgust. "I'll clean that up…" He threw the covers off and lauched his left leg over the side of his mattress.

"WOAH, woah, woah, woah!" Kendall jumped from his own bed and threw his hands up in front of his body. "Don't get up! You'll only puke again!"

Logan sighed. He wouldn't have given up so easily, but he really did feel like he would lose even more of last night's dinner, if any of it was left. He lay back on the bed and pulled the covers over himself again. "Where is Momma Knight?" He asked weakly.

"I dunno." Kendall shrugged.

Logan frowned at him, giving him a stare that said 'go find out, Stupid.' Kendall sighed and left the room. Logan stared at the ceiling, trying to find something that could sum up his misery. He had narrowed it down to 'James breaking a mirror' and 'Gustavo in a wetsuit' when Kendall came back in.

"James said she's some kind of somewhere doing some kind of something-I don't listen- I just know she won't be home till late tonight. Took Katie with her."

"That's nice." Logan said sarcastically.

"You're gonna be fine, man." Kendall said reassuringly.

"Yeah. Sure." Logan buried his face in his pillow, hoping Kendall would leave him alone.

Kendall was about to say something when his iPhone vibrated loudly on the nightstand. He sighed, knowing who would be on the other line. He slid the arrow to answer the call. "Hey Gustavo." The angry producer's voice exploded from the device; Kendall held the phone at arm's length, still clearly understanding what the man said.
"Whaddaya mean you're not comin in today?"

"My best friend is sick. I'm staying with him." He shrugged even though the other man couldn't see him.

"Tell him to suck it up and get down here!" Gustavo growled.

"Okay then. You can clean up his vomit." Kendall knew this would sway the angry human.

"Uh…"

"And: he's too sick to even move." Kendall said poignantly while glaring at Logan. The sick boy had rolled over and was about to get out of bed, presumably, to get ready to go to the studio. Logan sighed and lay back down for the eighth time in six hours.

"That doesn't mean the rest of you shouldn't get your monkey-dog butts down here. NOW!" The phone sounded like the little speaker would blow soon.

"We can't run four-part harmonies without four people." Kendall blinked. He could hear Kelly agree in the background. Gustavo sighed.

"Fine, but you have just given up your 30 minute break for tomorrow." Kendall hated giving up his precious free time, but it was the only way his boss would let him stay and take care of his friend, so he bit his tongue and hung up the phone.

"Good news buddy! I can stay and take care of you!" Kendall sounded like he was talking to a toddler. Logan just glared. "Do you need anything?" He asked still using his 'I'm cute with kids' voice.

Logan groaned. "Yeah, stop talking like that and get me some Sprite."

"We don't have Sprite." Kendall blinked.

"Ookkaay… Ginger ale."

"That either."

"Coke?"

"Nope."

"Dr. Pepper?"

"Nuh-uh." The blonde shook his head.

"Well what do we have?" Logan said through gritted teeth.

"Nothing. I think that's where Mom went…" Kendall squinched up one eye in concentration.

"Kendall. We live in a hotel. With vending machines. Go down stairs, and get me a stinking bottle of Sprite!" The sick boy's voice climbed in volume with every word.

"Geeze." Kendall's eyebrows were practically connected because of the giant frown plastered on his face. "Don't be so touchy." He turned on his heel and left the room. Logan was alone again: all alone in a room that still had his vomit on the ground. It was making him sick again. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his hand and took a deep breath, knowing that he was going to have to get up and clean his mess. He sat up cautiously, his feet swinging over the side of the bed; narrowly missing the puddle of puke. He rolled his eyes at the near-miss, making his head swim. He sighed and slowed his movements even more. He finally got to a standing position. Staying still, he ran through all the things he'd need and tried to remember where each item was in proximity to the other so he wouldn't need to keep walking back and forth.

The paper towels were in the kitchen. The disinfectant was in the bathroom. The gloves and trash bags were in the hall closet. He'd need to go down the slide to the kitchen, get the paper towels from the counter, turn right to the closet and dig through the coats and the vacuum and the brooms and mops to find the trash bags and gloves. Then he'd need to come back up Swirly with all the stuff- maybe carrying them in one of the trash bags- stop at the bathroom next to his room and grab the disinfectant. He sighed from exhaustion, already tired just thinking about the long journey through his house.

The trip seemed excruciatingly long, and he'd only just now made it to the mouth of the slide. He contemplated hurling himself down the slide as fast as he could, hoping maybe it would be like a bandaid kind of thing, but decided against it. He felt too horrible to risk it. He used his hands and feet to slow himself on the way down the yellow plastic tube, when finally made it to the bottom, he was shaking from over-exertion. He felt as weak as a toddler. Now, Kendall should be able to talk to me like that. He rolled his eyes at his own self-digging thought. He pushed himself up from the slide, but not without many moans and groans and whimpers leaking from his lips.

He walked around the island in the kitchen and searched for the paper towels, which of course, weren't where they should have been. Great. Just great. Logan tried to think about all the places in the apartment he'd found them before. His eyes scanned every flat surface in view, hoping he would see them; the countertops, the table, the floor, the couch. Before he knew what he was doing, he was halfway to the giant orange sectional. He flopped down with enough pressure to force the air out of the cushions, making a whoosh sound. He sighed and slung his arm across his eyes. Just gonna wait till one of the guys comes back and tells me where the paper towels are... He thought and sighed again, this time the sigh turned into a yawn. Then I'll go clean up. Yeah…

A/N Waddaya think? Any of you fabulous people wanna help the LogieBear and KenDoll in my head figure out what they would do next? Cause aside from being INCREDIBLY attractive and making me sad they aren't really here, they don't really do much plot explaining…