So I changed my pen name! YAY for change! =D Anyway I was going to have this up on Thursday (because I didn't have school) but if you watch Glee you'll get it when I say I was wrapped in the Glee fandom after this weeks episode. Fucking blew my mind! And Darren Criss is cuter than a guinea pig! I wanna take him up to Winnipeg (that's in Canada!). lol If you don't get that reference, then I'm sorry but you have a sad sad life and need to watch A Very Potter Musical like right now! But yeah sorry of the delay! And I've been trying to upload this for like the past hour but my computer is being stupid! :P Oh well, enjoy! And review!

"What would you do for a million dollars?"

The question hung in the air as the four boys sat on the ground at the back of the library. Logan and James had their backs against the low wall of bookcases surrounding their hiding spot while Carlos and Kendall were each leaning back on columns not five feet away from the other two, creating a square. The clock on the wall changed to 1:00pm and Logan couldn't help but dread getting out and having to face his parents again. That would literally be hell.

"As little as I had to." Kendall said, answering James's question.

'Come on you can do better than that. The idea is to search your mind for the absolute limit." James pulled himself up a bit more and crossed his legs, looking at Kendall for his answer.

"Man, I don't know."

"Would you drive to school naked?"

'I can't drive."

"Ok, pretend you can. Would you do it?"

A moment passed before a mischievous smirk appeared on Kendall's face. "Yeah I would do it."

James and Carlos laughed and even Logan smiled, imagining the embarrassment that would cause.

"There's still one thing I want to know." James said, looking curious.

"Ok, shoot."

"How'd you get detention?"

Kendall's smile faltered, but was quickly replaced with a smirk, full of mischief, but it didn't quite reach his eyes, which were suddenly cold and void of emotion. "What? Didn't think I had it in me?"

"I don't doubt that. I'm just wondering why you would do something that could possibly cause you to miss a game or get a suspension from the team. Doesn't sound like you." James had a little more than a normal level of curiosity in his voice. To him this was like a feat of impossible lengths that four completely different people had ended up stuck with each other in detention. Like some kind of cosmic fate was pushing them together. Because even though he never thought it a million years this would happen James actually enjoyed the presence of these other boys. In an odd way they seemed to balance each other out.

"I... uh, punched Dennis Coleman during lunch on Wednesday." Despite in indifference Kendall was trying to portray, the regret was heavy on his face.

"Why?" Carlos asked, though it wasn't hard to figure out. Dennis was a freshmen who already had a bad reputation for talking shit about other people just to get attention.

"He said some things about me I didn't appreciate."

"You decked him because he called you a few names?" James didn't deny that Kendall seemed like he could have a temper when he got wound up, but it didn't sound like him to straight on attack someone for a few comments. After all James had been trying to get Kendall to punch him for most of the day and he had done nothing physical to him. "What else happened?" He asked, knowing there was more to the story.

"I was just-" Kendall squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a shaky breath as the memories washed over him "having a really bad day and it was the last straw. I was sitting at lunch when I heard him. It was stupid, he was just running his mouth like usual, you know how Dennis is. Everyone knows he's an idiot so no one was even paying him any attention. But . . . I don't know . . . I just snapped. Next thing I know I'm over there and he's on the ground."

Silence filled the room as everyone absorbed the story, but there were pieces still left unanswered, and it was Carlos who found the voice to ask them.

"Why was it a really bad day?"

"Because he left." Kendall's voice was rough with the tears he was holding back. Thinking about it was painful.

"Who left?"

"My dad." A moment passed, the boy's eyes softening with sympathy. "He just left. Packed up everything and left. He didn't even say goodbye." His voice broke on the last word, and he leaned his head back to look at the ceiling. He wouldn't break in front of these strangers, he barely knew them. Hell, he hadn't even told his friends about this yet, so why the fuck was he letting these people in on the thing that was slowly breaking him down?

"It's not your fault." Carlos spoke up, cringing at the pain etched on Kendall's face.

"Who knows who's fault it is? I don't even know why he left." Anger suddenly flashed behind his green iris's. Because yeah, he was pissed. Without thinking he hit the chair next to him, sending it toppling on the floor. "God, who does he think he is? What the fuck gives him the right to leave us? Not even a note! Nothing! He just up and leaves and my mom hasn't stopped crying and my little sister is so confused! She asked me yesterday where dad was. How am I supposed to tell her that he's probably never coming back? She's only nine! I can't do it! I can't!" A single tear leaked out of his eyes and he moved to quickly wipe it away, ashamed at his show of weakness,

"I hate him." He finally sneered, venom tangible in his voice. "I fucking hate him so much."

"I think your old man and my old man should get together and go bowling." James said morbidly, meeting Kendall's eye. He chuckled humorlessly at James and they shared a look of understanding. Even though James's parents hadn't literally walked out on him they might as well have for all the attention they payed him. He understood that feeling of abandonment, of worthlessness, the feeling that you had screwed up in someway you couldn't even comprehend and that was why all this shit was happening.

"Whatever." Kendall said, shaking his head and breathing out steadily, ready to put his little soul bearing period behind him. He wasn't used to talking about his emotions, now that his dad was gone he had to be the strong one in the house, that wouldn't work if he was crying all over the place, no matter how much he wanted to. "It'll work out."

"Parents suck." Logan said, speaking for the first time in a long time, his eyes glazed, clearly thinking. "It's like half the time they don't even care and the other half there suffocating you because they want you to be perfect . . . No one can be perfect. I don't know why they even try."

"Your parents push your buttons to?" James asked, switching his focus to Logan.

"You don't even know the start of it." Logan mumbled, eyes on the ground to avoid James's piercing gaze.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing, forget I said anything."

"Hey you brought it up man!" James looked at him accusingly. He thought out of all them Logan would be the easiest to crack, the easiest to get to spill his guts. Guy was a total push-over, but the determined look in his eyes and the firm set of his jaw were contradicting that. Logan wasn't going down easy.

"Well sorry. You guys don't care anyway." Logan blinked hurriedly, taking a deep breath, hoping someone would prove him wrong, say they did care . . . It didn't happen. "That's what I thought."

"Come on it can't be that bad can it?" James asked, scanning Logan's expression. When the small boy didn't say anything in return, James narrowed his eyes. "How bad?"

"It's none of your business."

"You made it our business when you invited us into your problems."

"God James, shut up!" Carlos said, looking worriedly at Logan who had tears collecting in his eyes, though he refused to let them spill over. "Don't make him talk about it if he doesn't want to."

"You shut up! I don't have to listen to you!" James was reverting back to anger and intimidation to get the information he wanted. Because it had worked SO well before.

"Will you just stop being such a jerk!" Carlos Garcia rarely got angry, but when he did you better look out. And one thing he absolutely couldn't stand was when people tried to make a person talk about something they weren't ready to talk about. When his grandpa died two years ago, his parents had sat him and his brother down wanting to have a nice long talk about what happened and Carlos found it didn't help in the tiniest bit. It actually seemed to set him backward in the healing process. Whatever was going on with Logan, he clearly wasn't ready to talk about it with James or any of them. He needed his space, Carlos understood that.

"Guys!" Kendall yelled, snapping James and Carlos out of their intense screaming match, his eyes wide in shock and sadness. Carlos hung his head, realizing he was being stupid and James did the same, but Kendall still had the shocked look on his face. "God, are we gonna be like out parents?"

"Not me." Logan said quietly, his knees drawn to his chest. "Never..."

"It's unavoidable." James whispered "When you get older your heart dies." his eyes were hollow and distant, not focusing on his surroundings or the three others watching him, drinking in the words he had just laid down. He seemed to snap out of it, shaking his head slightly and putting his over confidant persona back on. "But, ya know, who cares?"

"I care." It was barely a sound at all, but Logan had said it, believed it with all his heart. He wouldn't be like his parents, wouldn't make the same mistakes they had made. Wouldn't let himself sink to that level. He was better than that. He had a sense of what was right and wrong. He wouldn't let his heart die.

And there we have group therapy part uno! As in there is another part coming up! And I think there will be two chapters left. That's what I've been feeling! =D But I hope you liked this chapter! Review and when I rule the world I'll plant flowers and Jane Austin Novels and not snakes, goblins, werewolves, giants, a fleet of Dementors, and all my Death Eaters! (Again if you haven't seen AVPM you need to get on that!)

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