I return again! Okay, I have a confession... I lied! I know I said I'd try to make this the action chapter, but with school starting and my internet and laptop ganging up on me, I made this one short. BUT! The next chapter is already written. It is like twice as long as this one and has the action I've been craving to write!

Alright, this chapter is dedicated to Carlos Pena, Jr. and James Maslow, becasue James's birthday was last month and Carlos's is tomorrow! And, I mean, they are pretty darn awesome. Always inspiring me and... well you just want to read the story don't you? Fine. Here it is. ENJOY!

Chapter 3

"Katie, we need your advice real bad!" Kendall said firmly. Carlos nodded alongside him.

"What about?" Katie asked, crossing her arms.

"We don't know why James and Logan keep fighting so much! They disagree over everything and they won't tell us why." Carlos spat out. The two distressed teens were standing in the living room area while Katie sat on the couch, frowning. She was missing Shark Tank. The preteen mastermind looked up, raising an eyebrow.

"I knew this day would come."

"What day?" Carlos and Kendall asked simultaneously.

Katie sighed regretfully. "The day when you guys started to fall apart. I mean, you've lasted longer than most friends."

"Katie, what are you talking about? Big Time Rush isn't falling apart." Kendall snorted, standing back straight again. "We've been best friends since… like forever. Why would we all suddenly drift apart?"

"Carlos, how long did it take before you got sick of that new chocolate flavored peanut butter?"

Carlos paused before answering. "Like a month."

"You got sick of it because that's all you ever ate. Then, you realized enough was enough, and you started seeing the flaws in it. How it made your tummy hurt after too much, how it made everything else taste dull, made the other foods seem boring." She reeled off.

"Stop it! I don't want to think of that creamy spread!" Carlos cried, hands slapping over his eyes as though that would block out Katie's voice.

"Okay, okay, but do you see where I'm going with this?"

"Are you saying too much of a good thing is actually bad?" Carlos asked.

Katie considered this. "You could put it that way."

"Well how would you put it?" Kendall asked.

"I would say that too much of anything, or in this case, anyone, leads to seeing the truth in one's true motives. And by that, I mean that I think James and Logan don't see eye to eye in much, and they're questioning how they ever became friends in the first place. Just my theory." Katie stood up, regretfully turning off the television to go to the vending machine.

Kendall was afraid of her answer. But there was one thing he was even more scared of.

He was scared she was right.

Logan smiled at Katie on his way to the apartment. He was coming after a nice, quiet swim in the pool, and apparently his nonrelated sister was deep in thought. Her face was pulled into a look of concentration, and she didn't even notice him pass. Shaking it off, Logan entered 2J, deciding that today he was just going to recharge in relaxation. Even if it was lonely.

Logan sat down, happy that he got the television to himself for once. He skipped over hockey, Spongebob Squarepants, and Spiderman until he found a documentary that sounded quite interesting. He watched intently, soaking in the information about Jupiter as a planet, until his mind switched over to pay attention behind him.

Today hadn't been a terrible day. He and James hadn't disagreed about anything. Granted, they hadn't really spoken, but it could be worse, right? Wasn't it worse to fight with your best friend than to not speak with them at all?

"I just don't get it…"

Logan sighed, ready to hear James launch into some overdramatic story of not understanding how the recent fighting was his fault at all, because he is such a lovable person. But by Kendall's response to the quiet statement, he was pretty sure this was not the case.

"Come on, I can help you figure it out. Which part are you having trouble with?"

There was a short sigh, followed by a whispered, "The whole thing. Every time I check my answers, they aren't right."

After some more questions, it clicked in Logan's mind that the two were discussing math. Apparently James was having problems with polynomial long division, and Logan wasn't surprised. Sometimes it took James awhile to figure out basic equations. PLD was like death compared to that. Logan strained his ears to keep listening.

"Sorry Jay, I'm trying the best I can. I just don't know how to explain it any better. Why don't you go ask Logan?"

By now Logan was practically blocking out every noise except for the response. "No. I- He wouldn't do it."

"Sure he would! Logan's great with math."

"I know, it's just- he doesn't really like me anymore."

Logan felt his throat tighten. Is that really what James thought? That after a terrible week, he just hated him to the point of no return? It couldn't be farther from the truth. He wanted nothing more than to run into the kitchen and tell James that he loved him like the brother he had, in ways, always had, and that he could never hate him. And then he would help him with his math. But something stopped him. He wanted it to come from James. If he wanted to tell him how he felt, he should let him know, not go telling Kendall.

There was an awkward pause as Logan silently willed Kendall to tell James this was not the truth. But as the silence stretched out farther and farther, he realized that maybe that is how everybody saw it. He was going to have to take action. Logan made it up in his mind; he was going to turn around right now and tell James that he was still one of his best friends. It shouldn't be too hard. He could just say it and walk away. He silently counted to three before turning around to face the kitchen. Both boys had their backs to him. That was good, right? They wouldn't have to see him say it. Logan opened his mouth but no words came out. Was it too late? Would it seem like he had to consider it with great thought? Angry at himself for making excuses, Logan turned back around to the television, but he had lost all interest.

James heard movement behind him and turned, facing the living room. Logan got to his feet, turning off some space show to go over to the stairs. James wondered why it was so difficult to ask Logan to talk. After all, they needed to discuss this… drama. But if Logan wasn't willing to listen, James wasn't willing to talk.

"Hey Kendall? I think I'm going to go up to my room. Thanks for trying to help me though." James said, picking up his loose papers. Kendall frowned at him, partly in sympathy, and partly in suspicion.

"Okay… but if you want to talk, me and Carlos are here to listen. So is my mom, but, you know."

"Thanks man."

James warily climbed up the steps, feeling tired even though it was only four in the afternoon. He pushed open his door, sighing as he collapsed on his bed, face down on the pillow. Math had that effect on people.

"What's up?" James let out a cry of terror, nearly falling off of his bed. He looked up to see Carlos sitting, wide eyes innocent, on his bed on the other end of the room.

"Whoa, I didn't know you were in here! And just got done trying to do math. What have you been doing all day?"

Carlos shrugged. "Practicing our new song. Reminiscing. Pondering-"

"Okay Carlitos, enough with the big words! I was just curious how you were spending your day off, that's all." James said. Carlos sure was acting weird… well, weirder than normal that is.

"Oh, that." James gave him a puzzled face. Suddenly, Carlos changed from mysterious to accusing in the blink of an eye. "So you were struggling with math? Why didn't you ask Logan? Logan's good at math. He was just downstairs a few minutes ago. I'm sure he wasn't busy."

James quickly processed all of this. "Really? Can we just not talk about that right now?"

"Talk about what?"

"Logan."

"Oh, so now you don't like talking about him. First you two won't stop arguing, then you try to hurt each other, and now you don't even think about your friendship?" James gaped at him. This was so… un-Carlos. He sighed in frustration when his friend didn't answer. "Logan's just like chocolate peanut butter, isn't he James?" he cried abruptly, catching the other off guard.

"Excuse me?"

"You know what I mean! Just keep in mind that it's okay to love chocolate peanut butter, because it tastes really good even months later!"

"Carlos, what are you talking about? I thought we were talking about me and Logan?"

Carlos rolled his eyes, standing up. His tone landed back in monotone. "We are talking about you and Logan. I just wanted to know why you guys were fighting, but maybe it isn't my business." Carlos left the room, leaving James sitting on his bed.

"What just happened?" he muttered quietly to himself. "I can't seem to understand any of my friends anymore."

"So, Carlos, did you ask James about Logan?" Kendall whispered when his friend entered the kitchen the next day.

"I tried to, but he just acted like it was the most confusing thing in the world!" Kendall rolled his eyes, knowing Carlos had tried, yet failed, to use some metaphor or the other. He would just have to start doing the thinking himself.

"That's fine. I think we need another plan."

"Okay… so Katie said that Logan and James are, like, seeing each other's differences as a bad thing." Carlos summed up.

"Right. Which means that it's our job to show them that differences are a good thing!" Kendall replied with a smile.

"Plan C!"

"Plan C?"

"Yeah, because Plan A and B failed." Carlos said.

"They didn't fail!" Kendall said defensively. "They just… had creative twists that we weren't expecting."

"Whatever. Now, how are we going to do this? James and Logan are seriously mad at each other, there must've been something that triggered it." Carlos said.

"Right. Maybe Katie can help us out… maybe she can get it out of one of them?" Kendall suggested.

"Yeah, they might open up to her… that could work." Carlos answered slowly. He picked up the miniature soccer ball beside the couch, absentmindedly smashing it with his fists as he thought. Kendall had tried being stern with the two, they both tried to act nonchalant, and they had tried to understand the whole thing entirely. Eventually, something was bound to blow…

Okay! I'm going to be honest. I am very disappointed with this chapter. But I PROMISE it was important to write! And, unless my laptop hates me again, I'm going to post the next chapter possibly tomorrow since I have a tendency to wait and post randomly. I checked the views... I can't believe over 400 of you have read this! Thanks!

Okay, this foot note is dedicated to Kendall Schmidt and Logan Henderson. They are pretty much epic. But you don't want to read about why I love them, you want me to be quiet now! SO, feel free to tell me your thoughts, feelings, and... err... other in a review! Go for it! Thanks!