Not So Innocent
Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush.
The italicizes are Logan's thoughts, but I'm sure you would have caught on.
TidusGT: I know, it's kind of funny because in a lot of my stories Logan always ends up being sad somehow for a little while. Thanks
Velandrae: Don't worry, I understand. In fact, I kind of agree with you, he's not in a lot of stories. He should be in more. Thanks
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I not going to lie, this story has kind of turned into my favorite to write. I came up with so many ideas the other day. So it's going to be a lot longer than I intended it to be. Hope you guys enjoy it.
I can't believe it, I hadn't thought about him in over five years. And the first time I have since the accident, ends me up here…on the balcony, crying my eyes out, wishing for someone to come and save me. But at the same time, I don't want anyone here, around me.
"Logan, open the door." Carlos pounded on the door, the sliding glass door that Logan locked. "We could talk it out? Maybe it would make you feel better." Carlos had always been so supportive, so nice. He was always there for you when you needed it. Even if you were a cow, Carlos would tell you that you looked skinny.
"Go away!" Logan sobbed shoved his face into the elbow of his jacket. Logan had stayed on the balcony for the whole day, it was eleven at night and the sun had gone down hours ago, leaving Logan to look at the lights of the Palm Woods pool. "I don't want to talk to anyone." He heard Carlos try to pull the door open, again. He hadn't stopped going at it like this for an hour.
"Fine." Carlos groaned. "It's useless." Logan remembered when his father used to try to pull him out of his room when he didn't make the cut for hockey in seventh grade. He used the only thing he knew Logan would fall for…a movie marathon of his favorite movies. If that didn't work he would offer the same thing for all of his favorite TV shows. There was another knock on the glass door.
"Logan, will you please open this door?" Logan turned to see Kendall staring at him. Kendall was the last person Logan wanted to see right now. At least Carlos only betrayed Logan one time, who knows how many of James' STD's are on Kendall. Logan shook his head and turned back around, wiping tears that were falling from his eyes.
Why do you care? I'm not the one you hook up with every night.
Logan quickly found himself thinking of James. It turns out that James was the last one he wanted to see right now, not Kendall.
"I already told Carlos this. Leave me alone!" Logan told Kendall. There was that same noise again, the noise of the door trying to open up. "Kendall! I said leave me alone!" Logan shouted. "I don't care how bad you feel for me right now. I don't want your pity." Logan didn't even bother turning around to see Kendall's offended face.
"Logan open the door!" Another voice demanded. Logan turned to see it was James this time. Sure James wasn't the most comforting of the group, but he was the most determined.
"No!" Logan said. James tried to pull the door open again, making that same crank noise it always did.
"Logan, open this door right now, or I will!" James yelled. Logan shook his head in response. There was nothing that James could offer him right now. Logan was sick of him. He had messed with his heart, given his mixed responses, and confused him too. But nevertheless, in a matter of seconds Logan heard the door slide open. "I told you."
"How did you-," James smirked and tossed the butter knife on the small table next to Logan. "Leave!" Logan demanded. James shook his head.
"I'm not leaving you alone. Not when you're like this anyway." James slid the door shut and locked it behind them. "Now go ahead." James moved the other chair next to Logan and sat in it. "Tell James what's wrong." Logan pulled out his phone and pulled up the only picture of his dad that he had. Just seeing it brought more tears. He gave the phone to James, who studied the picture. "Oh," James sighed. He had known about what happened to his dad.
It was a normal Tuesday afternoon. His dad had promised him that they could go to the movies, which was Logan's favorite thing to do with his father. Logan was only eight at the time and was waiting for his dad to get home. His dad was a doctor, which was why Logan always wanted to be one. He wanted to do what his father did, and now he wanted it more than anything. Anyways, his father came and picked him up. They went to the movies, had a blast and on the way back, a drunk driver hit into their car. The car hit on his dad's side of the car. When the ambulance showed up, it was too late for his dad, but Logan only suffered from a concussion.
"Look I'm really sorry," James hugged Logan tightly, giving him all of the sympathy he had. "Come here." James picked Logan up and set him on his own lap. He was patting his friend's back. "Look Logie," James lifted Logan's face up. He took another look at the picture of Logan's dad. Logan waited for the next thing to come out of James' mouth. Maybe it could have been "it'll be alright" or "everything will be better soon" even "He's in a better place" but no, instead he said-
"You have his eyes." When James said that, it broke what was left of Logan's heart. He let all of his tears fly down his face and he buried his head into James' chest. That meant so much to Logan; his dad had the most beautiful eyes. "Here, let's put you in your bed, and I'll turn the lights out." James picked Logan up and carried him into his room, and set him on his bed. "It'll be better tomorrow, buddy." James gave Logan one more friendly hug and went to turn the lights off. He flipped the switch and then opened the door. "I promise," He said under his breath as he shut the door behind him.
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