Thought: This idear was submitted by DaniiLuvsBTR.


logan's point of view.


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Kendall said it would be a good idea. Naturally, James and Carlos were all for it, however, I was more apprehensive about it. I told them we shouldn't. I told them it'd be a bad idea. However, me saying 'I told you so' doesn't change what happened. It does, however, make me feel better.

Kendall had had an issue with white walls since he was rushed to the emergency room for that appendectomy a few months prior. He was reminded every morning when he woke up and saw white walls of all the pain he'd went through. He couldn't stand it. So he effervescently suggested, "Let's paint my wall!"

"…Idunno, Kendall," I said, my voice soft, very wary of his suggestion.

"I think it's a GREAT idea," James said, quite enthusiastically. "We've got, like, a shit ton of paint in my basement from when my mom tried to take that nude pa…we just have a lot of paint."

Carlos laughed. "Your mom," he rolled his eyes.

James punched him.

I sighed. "I think your mom will get mad," I said to Kendall.

"Who cares? She gets mad at everything I do."

"Because they're BAD ideas! Bad ideas cause for angry parents, angry parents cause for unhappy children, and that's us! Do you want to be unhappy?"

"Happiness doesn't only come in the form of pleasing your parents, Logie. Sometimes, you gotta do things for you. This is something I gotta do for me. Can't you understand that?"

I, of course, could understand that. I psychoanalyzed it within two seconds and it did make sense. Unsurprisingly, I said, "I gotta get new friends," and we proceeded to go next door to James's house and each carry two buckets of paints over to Kendall's room. He laid a tarp over his carpet, we helped him remove photos and move the bed to the other side of room. He then passed out paintbrushes.

He dipped his in blue. Carlos went for green, James purposely went for yellow, knowing red was my favorite. I dipped it in, but Kendall was the first to splatter the paint across the plain white wall. I held mine in my hands, hesitating as everyone else was splashing paint, but then, I joined in, too. This, of course, was all predictable. Me being wary, Kendall leading the whole thing, James and Carlos following along in whatever he said.

I splashed the red paint against the yellow, blue and green. Suddenly, though, Carlos was covered in green paint.

"Shit, dude!" I said, "That's gonna stain!"

"…so?"

"Stains are equivalent of the incentive, Carlos!"

"What?"

"I mean, when Mama Knight sees you covered in green paint, it gives her incentive to think that we were up to something. Incentive as in, all the more reasoning." I was panicking a little.

"So, how do we get rid of the stains?" Kendall asked, clearly not as affected by it as I was.

"Well…it's drying out quick. We need hot water, rubbing alcohol and a toothbrush. Preferably one that's not mine."

"Relax, Loges," Kendall said, "We've got spare toothbrushes in the closet. Yours is safe."

Carlos changed into some of Kendall's clothes; he was literally swimming in them, and his pants kept falling down. I almost offered him some of mine, but then remembered the reason he needed someone else's clothes in the first place. I'd been living at Kendall's for a few months; my mom was in rehab and my dad was homeless. But the kid wasn't getting in any of my clothes, no way, Jose.

I wanted to work straight away on Carlos's clothes before the stains literally set, but he, regrettably, was in charge of the hot water. He was out of the room for about three minutes before we heard him screaming bloody murder. I dropped the rubbing alcohol and ran as fast as I could to the kitchen.

Carlos was on the floor, next to a big puddle of scalding water, so hot that I could still see steam, and extremely red hands. He, inadvertently, was crying. "Logan…I…hurt my….mys…myself!" he sobbed.

"Let me see," I said, knowing that it was just first degree, if that, nothing too serious. Mama Knight knew long ago to manage the temperature of the water of the house. It never got hotter than 160 degrees Fahrenheit, but that didn't mean he wasn't in pain.

"No!" he shouted, clutching his hands to his stomach pathetically.

"Come on, Carlos."

"NO!"

"How can I help you if you won't let me see?"

"It. H-hurts!"

"What does Kendall always say? Huh? Be courageous, and brave. Take things head on. It happened already, and the only way for me to help the pain go away is if you show me. The only way for you to show me is if you're brave enough to. Are you? Are you brave, or are you a baby? Do you want James and Kendall to think you're a baby? Because I'll call them in here right now-"

"NO!" Carlos shouted, sick of being the baby of the group. He held out his shaking hands, and I inspected them. As I suspected, small, first degree burns. Nothing major, but he was still hurting. I took two rags and dampened them with cool water; and wrapped them around his little red hands. "It'll stop hurting real badly soon. Once you let it slip your mind, it won't hurt so bad anymore."

I, not surprisingly, was right. I gave Carlos a popsicle and he sat at the table and licked, sticky juice dripping onto the rags over his hands. He was so distracted by the popsicle that he didn't even notice when they fell to the table, leaving his hands exposed.

I cleaned up the water, and worked the stains right out of Carlos's clothes, them being ready just in time, because Mama Knight had come home. I couldn't help but act like something was up…after all, something was up. I was quite panicky when she said, "Is everything okay?" and I was jumpy and fidgety. It was natural.

"Tone it down," Kendall said quietly, through gritted teeth, trying to make sure she didn't notice him saying it.

"Logan?" she said. "Can you help me bring in the groceries?"

"I' CAN'T! Carlos got popsicle juice on the table because I gave him a popsicle because he burned his hands because he was getting hot water so I could get the stains out o his clothes that he got there from painting because Kendall said it would be a good idea if we painted one of his walls and so we did! James and Carlos were all for it and I was like we shouldn't, but like EVERY OTHER freaking time, I went along with it anyway! Now if we put the groceries on the table, the bags will stick and then it'll get STUCK!" I said quickly.

Kendall, James and Carlos simultaneously face-palmed.

My chest heaved with relief, then guilt consumed me. I always got us into trouble. Damn it.


Note: lol. I figure Logan wouldn't be able to keep it a secret. He'd just blurt it out when they weren't even close to getting caught. haha. thanks for reading(: