Guys. If you type "Dinosaurs are" into google, it comes up with "Dinosaurs are Jesus ponies". HAHAHAHA! Dinosaurs so ARE Jesus ponies.

Okay, continuing in Halfway There. *Brain bleeds* I wanna throw in a whole tongue (haha, meant ton, but tongue looks WAY funnier) of Cargan, but I vow to put in other characters. Especially since I think I listed Logan and James as the two in this.

Logan tried to keep calm and collected. He tried to seem fine, but inside, his brain was screaming. The flashbacks were constant, the memories brutal, the guilt crippling. Logan could barely take it. He felt himself falling, but he didn't want anyone else to see. So Logan sang his best in the recording studio, and he danced his heart out. He tried to do everything normally, attempting to throw everyone off of his fear. There was however, one thing he did differently.

Logan couldn't stop clinging to Carlos.

It really could have been any of them in retrospect. It just so happened that Carlos was the one to come in his room that one night to hold him, and that's why he was so attatched to him. For the past two weeks, Logan had been holding onto Carlos's arm, squeezing it tight when he got to scared, still trying to play it off as no big deal, but he was sure Carlos could see the need in his eyes.

Logan knew it was obvious to his friends how desperate he was to keep them near. He needed all of them. He needed their love, their protection. He couldn't get to sleep if all three weren't in their beds. He woke up the instant one of them did, staring back at their owlish eyes in the night. Logan was worried it wasn't healthy how dependant he had gotten on them, but his brain wasn't healthy anyway, so he blew it off.

Logan hated the constant feeling of being on the verge of crying. He hated how terrified he was of everything. He hated how it was all his fault. It was all his fault, all his fault. So eventually, Logan couldn't help but break.


Logan's face burried into Carlos's stomach as he was sprawled out on the couch. His shoulders shook violently, tears already soaking their way through the Latino's t-shirt. At first, Carlos was lost. He held his arms up at a loss, but instincts helped him out, and he wrapped the pale boy up in a strong hug. He tried to calm him, rubbing his back, but Logan just cried harder. Carlos didn't know what was going on, but...

Okay, Carlos had seen Logan cry. He'd seen him cry hard. You didn't become this close to an abused kid without being there for a melt down, but this was different. This was almost ridiculous. Logan didn't even seem to be breathing at all, his face turning slightly blue. He gasped a little, but Carlos was still scared. He didn't know how to help him, he was just... Carlos. Despite how much he didn't want to admit it, he knew Logan wouldn't be okay with just a Carlos. His mouth ran dry, and he called, "Kendall?"

The blonde was thankfully in the living room in seconds, having heard the urgency and unmasked fear in Carlos's voice. Kendall looked calm, but Carlos had never been sure during times like these. He went to grab Logan from him, but the shorter boy struck out at him, batting his hand away and leaching on tighter to Carlos. Logan wanted him. Kendall's face fell into the most crestfallen thing Carlos had ever seen. He winced in sympathy, but Kendall turned away.

James, who had heard Logan's sobbing from the bathroom, rushed out, hair wet and clothes soaking from having just gotten out of the shower without drying off. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice shaking, and he flashed an angry glare towards Kendall, who put his hands up in innocence. James looked to Carlos, who at this point had tears streaming down his face, too.

"I don't know!" he hiccuped, his eyes wide and confused. "He just started crying, I can't- I can't..." He fell off it, blubbering too much and feeling guilty because of it. Where had his strength gone? The second Logan starts sobbing like this, he joins him? Now wasn't his time. Now was Logan's time. He tried to compose himself as a very anxious James grabbed the pale boy under the arms and picked him up, pulling him off Carlos and into his lap.

James held Logan tight against him, feeling his chest heave with every gut-wreching sob. He brought a hand up and ran it through the shorter boy's short hair, it ruffling between his fingers. "Shhhh, relax," he whispered in his ear repeatedly, patiently holding him as he tried to calm down. "It'll be okay."

"Okay?" Logan asked, finding his voice. "Okay? How can it be okay?" He pulled away, finding his own spot on the couch, Hakuna Matata playing in the background. James put a comforting hand on his knee, and Logan flinched. He looked up at James untrusting, something different and new burning in his eye. He scooted closer, feeling his friends lean in behind him. The distressed boy pulled his arms around himself, emitting a quite whimper. "I'm a murderer," he whispered.

Kendall pushed himself in front of James and Carlos, determined and frustrated. This was his show, his band, and his Logan, and he was claiming him right now. He grabbed onto his shoulders, keeping it gentle despite the heat of his temper. He gave him his trademark stare, his green eyes shimmering and watching as Logan fell helpless. "What are you talking about?" he asked, knowing he could expect an answer. Logan bit his lip.

"I killed them," he answered, trembling a little bit as he admitted it. He clawed at his arms, unintentionally mimicking the way his guilt was tearing him apart from the inside. He couldn't take this. Logan was pretty sure that his friends could hear his heartbeat, it was pulsing so loudly in his ears. He ran his hands through his hair, pulling at it. "I killed them, and I did it for me. I killed them, I killed them, I killed them, and I can't TAKE IT!" he shouted, crushing his head between his hands.

"Killed who?" Carlos asked uncertainly, not sure he wanted to know the answer. Logan looked... psychotic, and it scared him. He held onto James shoulder tightly in fear.

Logan fell back on the couch, leaning on the cusions and slumping in his seat. He let out a heavy puff of air, and tried to shake of the tremor that passed through his spine as his mouth fumbled to form the words. "My parents."

This took forever, cause I was watching BTBreak Up while I did it. "He's gonna need us this week, and my list of girls who aren't hot enough for me but are perfect for you, and HUGS! Ehh?" Okay, can you please KILL ME?

Um, I honestly started crying. BTW, um, I now officially love Jo. A lot. What happened? And I expected to be really mad at Kendall, but I'm more in love with him than ever. And I thought I would be mad at Logan for trying to take Carlos's helmet, but I squealed so hard, I couldn't take it.

I think I loved this episode more than the non-existant dramatic version the wikipedia people made up. By a lot. It was perfect, and I'm depressed.