9

Logan's P.O.V

That being said Kendall found out really quickly about my razors. I knew he was doing the right thing, but the illogical part of me screamed at me to fight for them. I didn't know why I listened. I tried several ways not to give them to him. Soon though he recruited Carlos who held me down as Kendall pulled the bag out. "Nooo! No! Noooo!"

"Logie you know deep down that it's for your own good." Kendall said sighing.

"No! No! No!" I saw James try to help me out he went to grab them, but Carlos was fast pinning him against the wall. I jumped up and fought with Kendall for them. Carlos couldn't help because he was fighting with James.

It was chaos! I trapped Kendall in the bathroom and I dived for the bag to grab just one before I remembered the razor in the medicine cabinet and the ones under my mattress. "Stop it Logan it's for your own good!" Kendall yelled. I was pulled backward and held down again.

"Fuck!" I swore fighting, but going nowhere at all. Kendall walked out of my room holding the bag high over his head. I saw James kind of running down the hall toward the guest bedroom. I thought he might have some razors of his own that he was protecting. It was kind of every man for himself. Somehow I fought free of Carlos and tore after Kendall. We had reached the bottom of the stairs and we were now fighting in the living room with them. I got the bag back, but Kendall snatched them back before I could even move. "Don't!" I yelled as we reached the kitchen. Kendall threw as hard as he could at the trash can. I dived for them, but missed and I hit the floor instead.

"No!" I whimpered just lying there. Kendall knelt down by my side. I dived at him instead and his hands came up. My hands closed on his shoulders and I started shaking him. "How could you!?" I screamed tears pouring down my cheeks. Despite my lack of control Kendall pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me.

"Shhh Logie it's for your own good." He whispered trying to soothe me.

"I don't care about my own good!" I sobbed. "I want them back! I just—"The rest of my sentence was cut off by running and fighting.

"Carlos I swear to god!" James's angry voice made me look up.

"No James!" Carlos hissed pushing the boy away from him. I saw James dive again at him hissing something.

"You don't even fucking know me! You can't take it!" James yelled angrily. Kendall rose to his knees pulling me up. James and Carlos weren't fighting with some razors. They were fighting with something small that at first I couldn't see. Then I saw them paper clips.

James's P.O.V

I threw myself at Carlos once more. "You're not fucking taking them!" I growled angrily. Carlos's face grimaced in frustration.

"I thought you liked me." He said completely making me stop.

"I do." I said.

"Then you'll stop for me." I stared at him my hand on his wrist.

"Carlos I-I. You don't get it. You both don't get it!" I said and Kendall looked up.

"What are you talking about?"

"this" I pointed at my paperclips and towards the trash can where Logan's razors lay "This is how we cope with our problems."

"It's wrong!" Carlos said quietly.

"You don't know that! Both of you don't know if it's wrong or not!"

"You shouldn't be hurting yourselves" Kendall said. "Get a rubber band and snap it every time you think of cutting!"

"That would hurt us too." Logan said looking at me.

"Fine do something else!" Carlos yelled. "Listen to music, clean, cook, just something to stop you from hurting yourselves and leaving bruises and scars!" For a couple of seconds both Logan and I saw tears in his eyes. "You don't understand how horrible it is to find out that my best friend is cutting himself! It's just as horrible too to find out that the boy that's been crushing on you for like ever is cutting too! It's just horrible!" Carlos melted into tears and I pulled him close.

"Ok Carlos." I sighed sadly. "I'll stop. I'll find something else to do." Carlos sobbed into my shoulder for like ten minutes before an arm went over mine and Logan was hugging him too.

"I'll try too." He whispered, but you could read the hesitation in his voice. Kendall stood up and hugged Carlos as well.

"Make a promise." He said.

"What?"

"Make a promise." He repeated. "You'll promise to find something else you can do."

"I-I promise." Logan whispered.

"Good and you James?"

"I promise too." I said.

"Then it's sealed." Kendall said all mysterious like. Carlos looked up and wiped his tears.

"Ok s-s-so you-you s-s-stop?" We both nodded and a small smile graced his lips. Slowly I gave him the box and he threw them away.

The rest of that day we spent finding all the weapons of "Destruction" as Kendall called it. Logan gave up the razors in his medicine cabinet and under his mattress. There was even a couple of razors stored in his bookcases. After that it was my turn and I handed them a bag I had spent my whole life collecting. They searched everywhere else and found more. Finally that was it and we were both pretty glum, but we knew we were doing this for Carlos and maybe it was good for us as well.