Okay peeps. I really wanna finish this before I go on vacation, you know? So Imma whizz through this to get it done before I have to leave at 4:30 on Friday. We'll see how this goes…

Anyway, it's story time.

Logan really wanted to know what time it was, but he was pretty sure everyone was about to break his neck for asking every two seconds. He took a deep breath. It's not like it could last that much longer, could it?

In the past hour, 2J had become considerably more crowded. It seemed like every time someone was pranked out of the war, they would magically remember to check their phone. Logan couldn't be sure, but he was pretty certain the Jennifers were the ones responsible for the constant texts to everyone in the Palm Woods, updating his every status. Unfortunately, Logan figured his friends would be the last ones out, and he'd be waiting for them for awhile.

What if they miss it? Logan thought worriedly, a nauseous feeling creeping through him as he imagined having to wait through this endless darkness without his best buds. He pushed it out of his mind as another problem took over his senses. Literally.

There were too many people around him. Different conversations flooded his brain. The music had been turned up, and with all the noise, Logan felt lost. For the past couple hours, he had been relying on the small sounds that went unnoticed by him daily, but all the big ones were drowning them out. And for the second time that day, Logan Mitchell couldn't see.

He tried to ignore it, smiling when people talked to him, which everyone was trying to do. All at once. All around him. But as more people swarmed into the apartment, he became more and more stressed. It was like he couldn't even breathe anymore, the loudness was so suffocating. "Guitar Dude," he squeaked, voice small against the tidal wave of noise in the room. He inhaled deeply, scared he was about to lose it. "Would you get everyone but you and whoever else was here first out?" he asked quietly, a slight tremor in his voice.

"Su-ure, dude!" Guitar Dude answered, and Logan felt a shift in the cushions, indicating the long-haired boy had stood up beside him. The sound of an amped up guitar chord consumed the room, reverberating in Logan's eardrums. "Hey, mans," he paused, "and womans," he corrected. "Logan wants you new-bees ah-out! He's had a long day, so no disrespect, but KICK IT!" A chorus of groans filled the air followed y the sound of shuffling feet. Logan sighted in relief.

"Thanks, Guitar Dude," he said gratefully, ears open and picking up where everyone left was in the apartment. None of them had moved very far.

"No problem, boblem. Hey, that RHYMES!" And on that excite not, Guitar Dude started doing his thing and singing the phrase over and over. It wasn't long before he, Tyler, the Acro Bros, the Simms Twins, and even the Jennifers picked it up and started singing along.

Suddenly, a door burst open, and Logan heard a struggle take place behind him. "WHERE IS MY POOR LOGAN?" Camille's voice screeched, and Tyler turned, leaning over the back of the couch.

"In good hands!" he answered sassily, much to Camille's displeasure. "Ugh, Acro Bros, get 'er outta here." Logan heard the slight woosh of bodies flipping through the air and a door close. He chewed his lip. Why was it that all the kids in the Palm Woods didn't act their age? 10-year-olds were adults, and teens were two year olds! He was broken out of his thoughts when there was yet another two crashes, one from above and one from below. That was yet another thing about life at the Palm Woods. It was fast acting. From what Logan could tell, someone had fallen from the air vents and onto the floor in front of him.

"Hey, Logan."

"KENDALL!" Logan yelped, over his initial fear when he realized it was someone he knew. He leapt up, aiming for the blonde's voice and clung onto him, momentarily happy. That is, until Kendall threw him off with a shove. Logan flailed, unable to catch or steady himself, unable to see. He hit the ground.

"Whoops, careful Loge," he said uncaringly, and Logan listened to him brush himself off, stunned. He stammered.

"B-b-but, I-"

"Can we do this later?" he interrupted. "Look, Logan," he started when the smaller boy didn't respond after awhile, "knowing you, it's probably boring and unimportant. I have to be the king, Loge. I have to. I know you don't get it cause you've never had a title like that to uphold, but this is big. Bigger than you." Logan winced at harsh words, the echoing sound of footsteps leaving. He gagged as he tried to swallow.

He doesn't know, he doesn't know, he doesn't know, he doesn't know, he didn't mean anything, Logan, he doesn't know. He doesn't-

"Logan, are you okay?"

Logan "stared" at the Jennifer who had asked the question shocked and mouth agape. Suddenly, things started clicking in his brain, allowing it to cave in on itself, the rubble somehow making sense. "He doesn't KNOW!" he wailed, grabbing onto the nearest person and crying into what felt like their shoulder. "He should know, they should be here, where are they?" he sobbed, tears soaking his cheeks.

"Logan…" came an Acro Bro's voice, Nate's to be exact, from behind. Logan pulled away from whoever was holding him.

"Just go."

"But-"

"I wanna be alone," he cut him off, craving some time to himself to work things out. "Just… let me be by myself for a little, kay?" he asked weakly, wishing he could bury himself into the ground and disappear. The satisfying shuffle of feet filled the air and Logan leaned back on the couch, stomach twisting uncomfortably. This was the first time his friends had disappointed him.

No. This is the first time you were upset they disappointed you, Logan corrected himself, back tracking. Well, he was done letting them step all over him. He was sick of being mistreated and pushed around. He was tired of being referred to as the weakest and least important. For what felt like the first time in his life, Logan wanted to be the center of attention for once.

I'm mad! Logan blinked hard, taken aback by the realization. Logan Mitchell didn't get mad. He was the understanding one. What was going on with him?

Ugh. If there was one good thing about being blind, it would be that he could be more self-searching and less distracted while he attempted to figure out what was going on. Maybe that was why this whole thing made him feel so different in the first place. It was like he was really feeling for the first time.

That's when, in typical Logan fashion, made the biggest mistake of his life.

He took a walk.

I feel like I'm switching between humor and angst. Which, I suppose, is the category this is in, but it feels so bi-polar, you know?

So, like, two more chapters? Awesome.