Seeking
A week past by without anything significant happening. The girls kept spending the night with us and we had fun with them. Yesterday I went with Logan to the hospital for a check up and the new walking cast. It was adorable to see him struggling with it. Walking wasn't that easy anymore and I already had to catch him four times to prevent him from falling down. He loathed this even more than the carrying and I decided not to tell him he was cute, since he wouldn't take that very well.
I began to notice some thing. Like the fact that Camille hated James for some reason. Something that was very weird, they always interacted just fine. James was acting strange in generally. He was absent most of the time, physically and mentally. To the gym, visiting Rachel – which was suspicious since she was dating Jo's co-star-, doing some groceries. The moments he was with us, he ignored us completely and seemed lost in his thoughts. When I talked about it with Logan, he told me that James felt guilty for what happened. Something I found nonsense and wanted to make him talk about it, but Logan stopped me by saying it would be okay and that he had already talked to James. He was positive about this and ensured me he would be fine in a few weeks, but I had a feeling there was more to it. So, I paid more attention to what was happening around me.
Now, Carlos, Logan and I, where sitting by the pool. Carlos really wanted to go here and dragged Logan with him and since I was always with Logan, I had no idea what else I could do beside join them.
"Ha! I win again!" Said Carlos triumphantly. He and Logan were playing rock, paper, scissors. I played with them for a while, but it quickly got boring. I was always amazed how long the shorter boys could continue this game. I lay down for a while, enjoying the sun, but since I wasn't James and didn't care about my skin color at all, this also got me boring rather soon. I remembered a game I liked on Logan's phone. I leaned over to Logan's chair and sneaked my hand in his pocket.
He squeaked. "Kendall! What the heck are you doing?" He hissed, blushing furiously.
"I'm just taking your phone" I answered, pulling my hand with the device back.
"And what are you going to do with it?" He asked suspiciously. He tried to snatch it back, but I held it out of his reach.
"I just want to better my score on tap-tap" I said, wondering what else I could do with it, that Logan wouldn't like. What was he thinking I would do?
"Oh. Well, that's okay. Just don't go to my files or something" He said insecure. He turned to Carlos again.
Why was he so tense about me having his phone? What was the secret he had to keep from me? Why would he keep secrets from me?
I just played the game and didn't do anything Logan told me not to, but he kept an eye on me. I played oblivious, I would search his phone when he slept. Something I did often the last few days. He still had headaches and walking with his injured leg began to take its toll on him. I locked eyes with Carlos and saw that he noticed Logan's odd behavior as well. Correction: We would find out when he was asleep.
After half an hour, the Latino announced he was hungry and we went back to the apartment. We were lucky. Logan was halfway his sandwich and had already difficulty keeping his eyes open. His injuries were really tiring him out, but he tried to hide it as much as possible.
I carried him to the couch and lay him down. He whispered something that sounded like 'thanks' and was fast asleep within minutes.
"What's it with the sudden protectiveness about his mobile? What's in it he doesn't want us to know about?" Asked Carlos softly in case Logan would hear him if he was still awake.
"I have no clue, but I'm planning on finding it out. Like, now" I walked back to Logan and got the phone from his pocket for the second time today.
"Good. Let's start with his text" I told Carlos. We sat down at the kitchen table and I lay the thing so we could both see it.
"He has a password" I said defeated. Carlos smirked.
"Logan's really bad with passwords. It took me and James an hour to crack the passwords on his school files. He was flabbergasted when we both got an A on our paper" Said Carlos ginning. He grabbed the phone and started to think of codes.
"No birthdates. Maybe names?" He mumbled to himself and puzzled on.
"Got it. 5363255" He said proudly.
"I'm very impressed. What does it say?" I asked stunned. Since when was Carlos this smart? To me it seemed pretty random numbers, but I was even worse with passwords than Logan.
"It's your name" He said not looking up from the display. It's not girly at all that I like it Logan has me as his password.
"Inbox… Okay, first few messages are from the day you… got together. You don't need to hear those" Said Carlos and moving on very fast. I didn't get into it.
"James, me, me, me, me, Camille, Jo, Camille, Camille, James, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you –Jesus Kendall, you're around him all day and you still manage to fill half his inbox?" Asked Carlos unbelievably.
"Doesn't matter right now. Go on" I said, avoiding his question.
Carlos kept searched. "Got it. Texts from Camille in a language I don't recognize AT ALL" He gave me the phone so I could see for myself. I didn't know this language either. It seemed like French or something.
"Do we have to call James? I'm sure he wants to know about this too" Carlos said.
"You go do that. I'll overwrite this so we still have it when Logan wakes up" I grabbed pen and paper from the counter. I wrote down the unusual words while I listened to Carlos' talk with James.
"Hi James! …Listen, we found some things in Logan's phone. We think it's about who pushed him of the stairs… You don't have to come back… No, that's okay… Yes, but hurry will you?"
He hung up and read over my shoulder.
"You really have some horrible handwriting" He told me when he tried to read the incomprehensible words written in my 'horrible' handwriting.
"We can't all write like Logan. Besides, yours is much worse than mine!"
"You're right. Just don't forget to write Logan's answers down too, we won't come that far if we don't know what he said to Camille about this"
"Yes sir"
C: Scio qui impulit gradus ascendit
L : Quis?Tu dicis?
C: No nintellego curnon tibi.Quid itane est?
L : Non expressa.Ego maiestate conterritus cecidit. Nolo amicum perderetet dimittameifecit.Promissum dica salicui.
C: Quando facit quod ad nuntiem tibi. Etuno errore descendere. Sperovos scitis.
L : Lorem
James walked in the moment I was done writing.
"What did you find exactly?" He asked urgent. He came closer and took a look at the paper I had been writing on.
"Texts between Logan and Camille, we both don't know the language. Why would he do something like this if it isn't a secret?" Reasoned Carlos. "Put Logan's phone back in his pocket before he notices it's gone" He added.
"I'm gonna get my laptop so we can translate it. It seems French or something" Said James he went to his room and I slid the phone back in Logan's pocket.
James turned the laptop on and looked at the words on the note again. I started to think. Since when did Logan speak French? He probably had it in high school or something, I didn't know Logan's schedule all that well, but he had A LOT of subjects and it changed often. It was too easy, it was boring or he already knew everything about it, so he switched pretty often.
Logan had been taking quite a few languages, now that I thought about it. He mentioned Spanish once, because he wanted to know what Carlos was talking about to his family. His father spoke to him in Latin when he was home. It shouldn't surprise me he found time to learn French. Typically Logan.
"Translating websites. Spell the words for me, your handwriting is unreadable" Commanded James.
"So, now translate it" Said Carlos impatient when James finished typing the words. He clicked 'Translate'.
We waited an whole minute for the translation. That never came.
"Translation not possible! Bullshit!" Yelled Carlos. With bad results.
"What translation isn't possible?" Asked Logan sleepy. He scared the crap out of us. The still half-sleeping boy tried to sit up, but stopped when his body made an awkward angle. His face turned to pain again. "What are you guys doing?"
"Nothing special, Logan. Did you sleep well?" I asked innocently.
He gave me a weird look. When he answered he ignored my last question completely. "Does it have something to do with the fact my phone is in the wrong pocket?" He was irritated. And something else. Fear?
"Shit" I mumbled. Wrong pocket. Dumbass.
"Great move, mate" Said Carlos sarcastically.
"We just wanted to know why you and Camille were texting each other in French if you have nothing to hide"
"I don't get- wait, French?" He asked amused. He smirked. "Go ahead. Translate the texts"
"Who pushed you of the stairs Logan?" I said, using his distraction to my advantage.
"He didn't-" He stopped talking as soon as he realized his mistake.
"So you do know. Who was it, Logan? No games. We can just go to Camille if we want to know. This is what you to were talking about, isn't it? Those messages? Camille knows" I said angrily. Why would he protect that person? He pushed him from a fucking stairs! He could have died!
"I'm not gonna tell you. I forgave him. It was an accident, I wasn't even pushed!" Said Logan determined.
"Right. You weren't pushed. You just jumped of the stairs yourself?"
"I lost my balance!"
"Logan, stop this and just tell me who pushed you of the fucking stairs!" I yelled livid. Carlos jumped and bumped his knee when he stepped back.
"I'm not going to tell you" He stared at me. Challenging me.
"Then I'll ask Camille" I stood up.
"She not going to tell you anything" Logan wasn't completely sure about that, he still seemed afraid of it.
"Why not? I bet she wants to kill the guy just as much as I want to"
"She promised me"
"Who says she'll keep that one?"
"I'll kill her if she tells"
"As if she's scared of you! You're limp!" I had no idea where that came from, but I felt guilty instantly. His face dropped and the red scar on his cheek twisted like a snake. He looked away.
"I'm sorry, Logan. I didn't mean that" I said regretfully. I sat down next to him again and tried to hug him, but he leaned away and glared at me.
"Why don't you just leave me alone?" He snapped.
I tried to hide how much that hurt me and walked away without saying another word. Carlos was still standing by the table and was looking at me with wide eyes. I walked past him and stormed out of 2J.
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That had been a little harsh. And mean. He just tried to help me, he had been helping me with everything for the last week, because I couldn't do anything. I really didn't mind him being around me all day. I even liked it. I was glad he was there for me and I certainly didn't want to upset him like this.
It only drove me insane, because he was pressuring me so much with his constant questions. I wasn't going to tell him. Or anyone. He just had to get that.
"He just wanted to help you, you know" Said Carlos who sat down on the other side of the couch.
"I know. I just wished he would see I'm not going to tell him. Camille isn't going to tell and the other person involved in this isn't going to tell either. It's better like this" I was determined. It was for the best.
"You don't really think that, I hope? How can you forgive someone who could have killed you?" Asked Carlos in disbelief.
"It wasn't his intention to make me fall! It was an accident! I have never been mad at him! I just told Kendall the exact same thing! Didn't you listen at all?" I growled. Carlos mustn't start this.
"Whatever. I'm going to talk to Camille" He stood up. "James is in his room if you need something"
"You go do that. She isn't going to tell you anything!" I yelled after him when he walked out of the apartment. I grabbed my phone and texted Camille.
From: Logan 17:13
Message: Carlos venit tibi. Lorem nega(1)
James came out of his room with a panicked expression on his face.
"I told them it was French and not Latin. I destroyed the note with the texts. We can just tell them you did it when I went to the bathroom or something. You think Camille keeps her promise?"
He sounded agitated. He sat down in the spot Carlos just left.
"I just warned her Carlos is coming to her. We'll find out soon if she's gonna tell or not"
James nodded. We were helpless. If Camille told Carlos we would have a huge problem. My phone rang.
From: Camille 17:14
Message: Odi te mentiri. I sermónem meum servábit.
"She's not gonna tell him" I said relieved and James relaxed visibly. Not even ten minutes later Carlos came back, looking extremely frustrated.
"I have been talking to her for years, but she just said nothing! Not a single word! She kept her promise Logan. You're so annoying!" Carlos wasn't mad that often, but if he was he made sure to let everybody know. He sat down next to James and turned the TV on.
"Stephanie's dad is a cook. She's going to bring some leftovers from his restaurant" He announced after another ten minutes filled with awkward silence.
"Nice" Said James. Carlos glanced at him.
"Where are you standing in this?"
"I don't think Logan's going to tell us, so I think we should just try to translate those texts again and hope we'll find something new. But I also think we should respect his choice not to tell us" He said smoothly. I was very impressed. He would be a great actor.
"I ripped that note when James went to the bathroom" I lied. Playing along with James' plan.
"Damn it, Logan! You're making me crazy!" Yelled Carlos angrily. He ran out of the apartment again. Probably searching for Kendall.
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That evening was tense. Stephanie brought way to much food, enough for the next two days. Kendall and Carlos came back together and stayed away from me. James had to play his role and pretended to be just as mad at me as Kendall and Carlos were. I felt kinda lonely.
The girls were sitting at the table with James, Carlos and Kendall and I sat alone on the couch. Kendall brought me a plate, but didn't sit with me.
"Problems in happy couple land?" Asked Jo sweetly. I noticed she was way too happy with that.
"Logan's being stubborn" He didn't look at me.
"Only because Kendall is pushy" It was an automatic reaction. I refused to take all the guilt.
"Aha" Said Jo, she shut up after she realized we didn't want to talk about it.
Everyone felt the tension. Kendall and Carlos weren't just ignoring me, but Camille also. Carlos definitely told the blonde about their talk and Camille was just as stubborn as I was. Rachel and Stephanie were the only ones who weren't affected by this. They made small talk about clothes and the new boy from 4B.
While the other were sitting at the table, I made a new folder for my texts with Camille. I had no idea why I didn't just erase them, but I had a feeling I had to save them. I remembered to make a new passwords, since Carlos and Kendall got the last one. After doing that I showered, for the first time without any help of Kendall. It took me hours to dress and undress myself and I still couldn't bend over so my feet and legs were still wet when I finally came out of the bathroom. Everyone was lying in the living room, watching a movie. The only empty spot was next to James so I started hobbling towards it. And failing miserably.
I fell halfway. Flat on my face. I hated this. The new cast didn't feel right, I couldn't walk with it, it was ugly and it itched. I kept stumbling around and if I fell I couldn't even push myself up, since I still couldn't use my left arm.
I heard Carlos and the girls laughing at me and I didn't even try to get up. I was drowning in self-pity again and was hoping to sunk into the floor.
"You can still ask for help, you know" Mumbled Kendall in my ear. He slid an arm around my waist and pulled me on my feet.
I turned around to wrap my arms around his neck. His hands stayed on my hips.
"I'm sorry" I whispered. He hugged me tighter and I could feel his smile. He kissed my ear and helped me walk back to the living room. He laid down and pulled me with him. I listened to his heartbeat, one of the best lullabies in the world. Yes, I missed him.
1-Carlos is coming to you. Please don't say anything
2-I hate it to lie for you. But I'm keeping my word
Complete crap. It sucked. There's just no excuse. So I have to read this book for English and it's a classic or something? The Catcher in the Rye, I believe. Is it good? I've like hundreds ideas for sequels to this story, but I don't even know when or how I want to finish this one… Any ideas? I also have to pull the rating up for a latter chapter I wrote. It's a cute one :)