A/N. Thanks so much to everyone who voted and nominated for my stories in this past week's contest! Your support is the most amazing thing in all the world. Here is. . . chapter seven! Because I'm finally getting over my Writer's Block! Thanks again! I don't own anything.

Logan sighed in relief as the boys climbed in the bus and Kendall shut the door behind them. They had done it. Or, to be more exact, he had done it. The concert had gone absolutely perfectly. Everybody was happy. He flopped down on the couch and grinned at all three of his best friends. "That was awesome!" He declared happily.

They all grinned back and nodded in agreement before joining him on the couch. "You were fantastic, Logan." James praised him, looking thrilled. "Does that mean you're feeling better?" He asked hopefully as he gave Logan a gentle nudge with his elbow.

It wasn't until then that Logan remembered just why the night had gone so smoothly. His smile fell just slightly as he tried to answer James without lying to him. Impossible. Unless he told them what he had done. Logan couldn't imagine that going over very well. "I guess so." He finally said, settling for a vague answer. He knew that James had only asked him if he was feeling better because they were all still worried. It had nothing to do with James being worried about Big Time Rush. That made it so much worse.

Kendall made it even worse by looking ridiculously relieved. His eyes studied Logan intently and saw only his face flushed with energy and his brown eyes bright with excitement. A wide smile spread over the blonde's face. "Good." He said in complete satisfaction, oblivious to the guilty and nervous spark that his behind everything else in Logan's eyes.

Carlos too, seemed to have forgotten about the concert and was just happy that Logan was feeling better. "Awesome." He said with an excited laugh. "You sure looked like you were feeling better out there."

Logan was slightly shocked that none of them had caught onto the fact that something was wrong with him. But maybe it was because they were so blinded by their happiness for his lie. Maybe they saw what they wanted to see and looked no further. Whatever the reason for their state of obliviousness, he was grateful for it. Still, he wasn't so sure if he could keep his act going for much longer. "It's after 11:00." He remarked, glancing at his watch and hoping they'd take his hint to change the subject.

It worked. In an instant, Kendall was serious again. "We'd better head off to bed then Now that you're healthy we have to make sure you stay that way Besides, our little break is over and we'll have to get back into our busy schedule tomorrow."

"Yeah," Logan agreed, holding back a sigh of relief. "Sounds good to me." He stood up and led the way into the small bedroom to prepare for the night. After a little convincing, he took the first shower and was soon ready for bed. He sat on his bunk and kept up casual conversation with his friends while they all finished, hoping that he appeared as normal as possible.

"Logie," Kendall wandered into the room, still drying his damp hair. "Did you take your pill yet?"

Logan felt his face turn bright red and he ducked his head in embarrassment. "No, not yet." He said quietly. "Kendall, I was thinking that since I'm feeling so much better that I could. . . I could stop taking them."

James and Carlos stopped joking with each other to turn and stare from Logan to Kendall in disbelief. Kendall's eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly open. "No," He finally said, shaking his head. "No way. Logan, why would you want to stop when they're obviously helping you so much? I mean, maybe after a little while when you adjust more but not right now."

If only he could tell them the truth. If only he could tell them that he had scared himself earlier that day with his careless drug use. If only he could tell them that his stupid sleeping pills were a big reason why he had taken the Ritalin in the first place. But Logan couldn't bear to disappoint them so much. "I just. . ." He trailed off and shrugged helplessly. "I guess you're right."

Kendall eyes softened in sympathy and he nodded slowly. He left the room to return the towel back to the bathroom and returned with the familiar orange pill bottle in his hands. "Here," He said, tossing the bottle across the room to Logan. "I'll get you some water."

"No, I have one. Thanks though." Logan fumbled with the pill bottle before holding up his bottle of water. He reluctantly shook a pill out into his hand and downed it with a swallow of water. "Happy?" He asked Kendall, raising his eyebrows.

Kendall smirked and returned the look. "Exceedingly." He said, ignoring the glare Logan sent him and the pair of muffled laughs from James' and Carlos' bunk. He took the pill bottle back from Logan and headed to the bathroom to put it back where it belonged. From the tiny room he could hear Logan complain about being treated like a baby and Carlos and James telling him to suck it up and take it like a man. He laughed quietly and opened the medicine cabinet door.

As he went to close the door again, something caught his eye. Carlos' bottle of Ritalin sat where it belonged but the white cap was slightly askew as if Carlos had been in a hurry when he took his ADHD medication that morning. Carlos being in a hurry wasn't a surprise to Kendall but he hadn't even been aware that Carlos had been taking the Ritalin lately. He had said himself that their busy schedule kept too tired to bounce off the walls. Besides, Kendall was almost positive he had seen the cap screwed on tightly that very morning.

Kendall was so deeply absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the voices had quieted down until all he could hear was James and Carlos whispering to each other. Logan was completely silent. He must have fallen asleep. Kendall reasoned, wondering why his thoughts lingered on Logan as he continued to stare at the bottle of Ritalin. He shook his head and tightened the cap before leaving the bathroom to rejoin his friends.

"Shhh!" Carlos hissed with a finger pressed to his lips and glared at Kendall as the older boy tripped over a discarded pair of old sneakers and nearly crashed to the floor. He sat up in his bunk and gestured meaningfully to Logan who was sound asleep across the room.

Kendall rolled his eyes and decided against telling Carlos that it had been his sneakers that were laying in the middle of the floor. "Carlos," He whispered quietly, unable to forget something. "Have you been taking your Ritalin lately?"

Even in the dark he could see the hurt that crossed Carlos' face at the unexpected question. "No, I haven't. Why? Do you think I need to? Am I being annoying? I'm sorry, Kendall I-"

"No, no." Kendall interrupted Carlos, shaking his head quickly. "I'm sorry, buddy. You've been great, promise. I was just. . . curious, that's all." He babbled on until he saw the hurt vanish completely from Carlos' eyes and then mumbled a hasty goodnight before climbing into his top bunk over Logan's. As he lay there he could feel James staring at him and so he turned to face the other boy. "What?" He asked.

A deep frown settled over James' face. "Nothing, I guess." He muttered, confusion lacing his words. "Night, guys."

Kendall and Carlos muttered their replies and then each boy fell into an uneasy silence, all lost in their own troubled thoughts that they were afraid to speak aloud. Something was off, they all knew it. But what?


The next day the boys were taking advantage of the short break in rehearsals Gustavo had given them. James and Carlos were at a gym across the street where they had found a ping pong table and declared a ping pong war on each other, Kendall was reading an old hockey magazine that he had brought with him, and Logan had been forced to lay down again since he had started to drag midway through dance practice.

But sleep refused to come to him so he occupied himself by looking up prep school websites on his laptop. Even as he looked at the different schools, his thoughts were elsewhere, mostly dwelling on the Ritalin.

"You can't take another one." He told himself firmly. "They're going to find out." With a deep sigh, Logan shut his laptop and shoved it away so that he could lay down. He closed his eyes, trying to sleep, but the constant noise of traffic rushing by kept him wide awake. So he let his thoughts drift to his friends, hoping that it would at least take his mind off of other things and give him the peace he needed.

But all he could think of was how he was going to let them down if he didn't get his act together and how the only way he could get his act together would be if. . .

He was back in the bathroom, shaking out another Ritalin pill into his shaking hand. His worries about everything else were replaced with the memory of how good it felt last time. He had been in control once he settled down. He had been so tired and so upset with himself. One pill had made everything so much better. It had helped him. Without it, he would have failed horribly.

Logan set the pill on his tongue and reached for a paper cup on the sink. Just then there was a sharp knock at the door and he gasped, spitting the pill out into the sink where it slipped down the drain.

"Logan, are you okay in there?" The door hadn't been locked and when Logan choked slightly instead of answering, Carlos poked his head in. "Hey, are you okay?" He repeated, sounding just like Kendall. But he kept his voice quiet so as not to attract Kendall's or James' attention.

Never again. Logan told himself right then and there. It's too risky. He cleared his throat and forced a smile to his face before turning to look at Carlos. "Yeah," He said easily. "I'm absolutely fine."

A/N. LOGAN IS A LIAR. But at least he didn't take another pill this time, right? Right. So, um, did you like this chapter? Let me know! Thanks again for everything!