I'M BACK… SORRY FOR THE LONGISH WAIT! I SERIOUSLY HATE SCHOOL! BUT….. WE ARE LEAVING EARLY TODAY SO … YEAAH !

HERE IS THE NEXT CHAPTERRR!

I laid back onto my bed, thinking about what Logan said. She must be a lesbian… it played over and over again. But she didn't do anything, so does that mean she's straight? And I left her, does that mean I'm…

No, impossible! I'm James Diamond, every girl in the world loves me! And I love them all back, right?

"Hey," I looked up to see Logan standing at the foot of my bed. "You wanna go out and grab lunch? Kendall and Carlos are at the hockey rink and they didn't want to bother you. But I'm starving and I don't like to eat alone, so…"

"Uh, yeah, sure. Let me just get my jacket." I got up simply and walked over to the closet to look for my lucky jean jacket. But suddenly, I found myself going into the bathroom. I went and started to check my breath, nose, hair, face… everything! It was almost like I wasn't in control of my body, but someone else was pulling the strings. After about 15 minutes, I walked out of the bathroom and out into the living room. Logan was waiting for me impatiently.

"Dude! How long does it take for you to put on a jacket?"

"I couldn't find it," I lied. Logan just shook his head and started to walk out the door, but he stopped midway.

"Is that…" he sniffed, "Cologne?" I turned red.

"Yeah, just in case I see anyone, you know, decent." He believed me, so when he turned around, I released a sign of relief.

We finally got to the diner, where me and Logan got a table by the window. I looked out into the sunset and smiled to myself.

"It's beautiful, huh?" Logan said, interrupting my thoughts.

"Yeah, I love sunsets like these. They seem to be millions of different colors, but they all are one."

"When I was little," Logan said, "my mom used to take me to the pier back in Minnesota. We used to sit on the dock and look out into the sunset. I was about 5 at the time, and I turned to her and I remember smiling. She was most defiantly a wonderful woman." Logan looked down at the saltine sitting on the little plate in front of him.

"Was?" I asked curiously.

"She died when I was 10, she had cancer and she wasn't doing well. I remember standing by her bedside, praying."

"For what?" I asked, intrigued by his story.

"Her to die." His statement shocked me a bit.

"You wanted her to die?" I asked, the words sounding harsher than I intended.

"I didn't want her to die; I wanted her to not suffer. And that was the only thing I could think of. Because when you die, all pain goes away." His words were strong, almost like there was another superior being talking for him.

"Wow, I'm so sorry." Was all I could say, but he waved away my apology.

"No need to be, it was a long time ago. And I know, she's happy wherever she is." I smiled at his bravery, I know I would never be able to coop with a lose like his. I then found myself placing my hand over his in a comforting way.

"It's ok, you don't need to be strong in front of me." And with that said, I saw a tear stream down his face. He quickly wiped it away so I couldn't see. After we were done eating, I took Logan to a special hide-away only me and the guys knew about. It was a little down from the Hollywood sign and a bit before the ocean. When we got there, Logan was completely in shock.

"This is beautiful, how did you find this?"

"It was a place where we shot some scenes for our music video. We never used the clips, but we always kept the place. I like to come here when I have some unfinished business to take care of." I turned to Logan and smiled. "Maybe you can too."

"What kind of unfinished business?" he asked.

"Telling your mom that you love and miss her. And that you didn't want her to die, but for her to stop suffering."

"I can't, not now."

"Yes you can, she has to know…" he turned to the big oak tree next to us and I could hear his tears trailing down his face.

"Mom, it's me, Logan. I just want you to know that… I miss you so much." He began to sob softly, I turned away so I couldn't feel his pain, but it was heading towards me. "And I want you to know that I love you, and so does Jake and Molly. We all miss you so much." He turned to me, as if asking for permission to be done, I gave him no answer.

"Guess what," he continued talking to the tree, "I'm in a band! Remember when you told me that I should become a singer? Well, here I am, and I have the most amazing friends ever. Including one name James Diamond." Logan then turned to me and smiled. "Without him, I might not be as happy as I am right now. He is defiantly a great guy; I wish you could have gotten to know him."

"Well, I must be going. I love you mom. And when you were dying next to me 6 years ago, I wasn't asking for you to die. I was asking for you to be in peace. And I can see that you are." And with that, Logan walked away from the tree. I turned and ran to catch up to him. But he stopped short and turned around. And I felt an instant connection.

We were so close, only inches apart. Our chest touched at one point and we both didn't met each other's eyes, but when we did, it was shocking.

"Um, I—I think we should get going," I stuttered.

"Yeah, it's getting late," he finished my thought. And with that, we began to walk towards the car and I could have sworn that during the walk, Logan was brushing his hand against mine. And I felt at peace, like Mrs. Mitchell.