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Then came the day they had to get on the plane.

James seemed most nervous. He pulled Kendall aside to talk at the airport. Kendall, of course, had a private jet that they would soon be boarding, just Scott and the four of them. James said, "Logan doesn't do well with planes."

"I've heard," Kendall informed.

"I'm a little nervous," he said. "But especially because he'll probably want you more than me, and that'll be a first for me. But I…you know, don't exactly mind because I like talking to Carlos. A lot."

Kendall smiled at him. This was so typical James, for him to want Logan to need him, but at the same time, wanting his own freedom, his own life, and not having to take care of him all the time. Kendall wanted to take care of him, and it was nice for him to have someone else there to help. Someone else that he trusted, and that his father trusted and it was just a big relief for him. Logan was comfortable with Kendall.

Kendall knew how to take care of Logan. James wasn't sure how, or why, but Kendall knew exactly what he was doing. He was able to keep him out of trouble, and keep him from finding trouble. Kendall got Logan out of his shell. His baby brother now basically had a free ride to fame, because of Kendall. Because of Kendall, James met Carlos.

Carlos was carefree, and wild, and crazy. He was funny, and outspoken. He did what he wanted, when he wanted. He said what he pleased and he knew what he liked. He didn't care about what people thought of him, he did what he liked and that was that. He was everything James wasn't.

James was strict. He was tidy, and compulsive and careful with everything (unless he was drinking, of course). He didn't know how to be wild because he spent so much of his childhood as an adult. Taking care of Logan. And Carlos made him feel his age, Carlos made him want to be crazy and do things like relax a little, play a few pranks and loosen up. To be a 20 year old kid, living a life of no responsibilities, going to parties and having a good time.

Of course, though, James didn't go to many parties, and he was still very strict about things. He changed Carlos a bit, too, who now practiced proper etiquette at the table, and used manners. Using proper English was next, James thought.

"He likes you, you know," I said to him. "Not sure how you roll, but those rosy cheeks of yours are making me kinda think you liiiiike Carlos."

James blushed even more before saying, "…yeah. I mean…" he shrugged a shoulder, "just, yeah. We don't talk about it. But I like Carlos, yeah. Like, liiiiiike" He giggled because he copied me. "I'm just…I know how Logan is on planes. You're really going to be…surprised. I just want to warn you. Like, this is a big deal to him. He can't stand being airborne. He needs the solidity the ground gives him. It's part of his touch senses. That's how he sees. Through touch, and the ground. He can't see in a plane."

Kendall wasn't too sure if he understood right away, so he contemplated this. Logan saw through other senses because he lacked vision. His hearing was better, his touch senses were more advanced, and his taste was zestier. Kendall hadn't noticed anything with the 'smell' sense but he was sure it would be more sophisticated than his own.

Logan saw, just differently. And it wasn't technically seeing.

Kendall slightly understood.

James handed Kendall a white inhaler. "You might need this."

Kendall looked at it for a moment of hesitation, and then took it. He was CPR certified, but he never had to actually use CPR or do any kind of medical anything on anyone. And by taking that inhaler he was setting himself up for disaster. But it was a disaster he was prepared for. It was one he was ready for. It was one he was ready to face, head-on.

Then, a new voice, "Uh, dude." It was Carlos. "I don't mean to interrupt your little meeting, but Logan's kinda freaking out."

James eyes shifted. "The calm before the storm," he said sarcastically, then looked at Kendall. "All you, bro."

"Alright, well you guys get on the plane, okay? He's probably having a hard time dealing without LZ."

They had to send LZ to stay with Ms. Knight while they toured in other countries because they certainly didn't want him to have to get on so many planes. Kendall wanted to get Logan used to planes because they weren't that bad, especially private jets, which Logan was accustomed to.

Kendall took in a deep breath and proceeded over to where Carlos and Logan had been waiting. Logan was standing there, pale cheeks, purple fingernails, and a trembling body.

"You okay?"

"I don't do well with planes."

"I know. But just relax, okay? You can sleep through the whole flight."

He shook his head. "M-m, not when I'm in a plane, I'm too busy puking! It's too hard for me, Kendall."

"I'm gonna tell you what my dad told me when I was afraid to do something. Grow a pair of balls and suck it up, punk. Everything always ends up okay, or how it's supposed you. You have to go along with this life, and grab every opportunity this comes with. Your opportunity is growing a pair, getting on that plane and going to London to sing in front of a few million people that love you and know your name."

"Kendall…"

"Don't be nervous. I'm going to be right there. I'm not going to let anything bad happen. We'll sleep. I promise."

"How can I sleep?"

"I'll drug you up."

"That won't help. There's no hope for me. I'm pathetic, what am I thinking, going on tour? I just need to go home."

"No, no, no, no," said Kendall. "You can't back out now, Logie, okay? You've got to do this. Just get on the plane. Let's go."

"…no."

"Yeah, come on."

"…no."

"Don't be scared. Please come with me. I need you to. You're too important to me, so your ass is getting on that plane and coming with me because I can't do it without you."

He took in a deep breath and hesitantly held out his hand. Kendall grinned and took it, and led him to the plane where Carlos and James were waiting in the back of the plane. It was a fairly large jet, and Carlos and James had already decided that they were going to sit together on the plane and have alone time. Of course, if Kendall really needed it, James would step up to help in a heartbeat. But James was pretty confident that that wouldn't be necessary, and he cuddled in the back with Carlos.

Kendall sat Logan down and then sat next to him.

"How you doing?"

"…we haven't taken off yet."

"Yeah, well, I'm just checking. You're awfully pale."

"I'm gonna throw up."

"You just said we haven't taken off yet. Just calm down. I'll get you some of those nausea pills okay?"

"Those won't help. They'll make it worse."

"Uh, are you sure? Because they always help Carlos -"

"Trust me."

Kendall nodded, and said honestly, "I do."

Kendall stayed where he was and the pilot asked Kendall if it was okay to take off. Kendall looked at Logan and agreed, "Immediately," he said. "The sooner the better."

"Yes, sir," said the pilot, and he took off for the place where the pilots go on the plane and suddenly it stated. Logan tensed, and the plane started to move forward.

Kendall put a piece of opened gum in Logan's hand. "Chew gum," he said. "It'll help your ears."

Logan said, "You touched it, I can't put it in my mouth."

"…I don't have germs."

Logan's head turned to face Kendall and he made a face. "Fine." he popped the piece of gum fearlessly into his mouth.

The plane took off.

Kendall carefully watched Logan. Logan stayed quite quiet and rather calm for a very long time. They were in the air for about an hour, and they spit out their gum, and it was silent for the most part, besides the occasional, "You doing ok?" "Yeah" 's that happened so often.

They started cuddling together on the couch-seat in the front of the jet for a while. It was quite cute. Kendall tried to get Logan to sleep, but it wasn't working yet. So, they just kept talking.

Kendall wasn't so sure how long it was till he felt Logan's hand clam up. "You alright?" he asked.

This time, Logan didn't say yeah. This time Logan said he was going to legitimately vomit, Kendall jumped up, in a slight panic, but trying to stay the caretaker in this situation. He went for the empty garbage can in the corner and handed it to Logan.

It wasn't too bad. It was quick and rather easy to handle. Kendall gave him water, tissues and a minty tic-tac. He consumed all very carefully. Kendall studied him. "You okay?"

Logan nodded.

Another hour passed before something happened. But this wasn't as easy as the other thing. He started to work himself up. He and Kendall were standing up and getting refreshments and he started to breathe heavily. Kendall predictably asked him if he was okay, and he nodded and said it was okay.

"You'll tell me if something's wrong right?" Kendall asked.

Logan smiled. "Of course. I don't wanna like, die."

"You can die of panic?"

"I don't think so. But you should always believe that anything's possible. You of all people should know that."

"Kendall," said Logan, his heart pounding hard in his chest. "Kendall, I can't see anything."

"…I know, Logie."

"It's bad. Like…nothing. I can't even tell where you are. I can't see you. …Can I see you?" He was breathing really heavily now and Kendall was nervous.

"Yeah," he said, but he had phlegm caught in his throat so it was inaudible. He cleared his throat and hesitated. "…Yeah."

He swallowed hard and looked at Logan. He remembered the night he first met James back in June, and he'd just gotten back from the slammer. He'd touched James's face.

Kendall stepped towards Logan and grabbed his hands and slowly brought them up, gently putting cold clammy hands on his face. He looked at Logan and let go of his hands and let the boy explore his face. He instantly knew that Logan was seeing him for the first time. It was unexplainable, the look on his face. He closed his eyes when Logan got close to them but he still didn't lose seeing that look.

He knew…it just…Kendall knew right then that Logan felt the same way as he did. When he saw Kendall, it was like…Logan looked like finally, he knew. He saw the person he was in love with. And to a blind kid, that's the best feeling in the world.

Of course, every beautiful moment comes to an end. It was, after all, just a moment. The plane experienced some turbulence and Logan freaked.

"OH MY GOD," he screamed.

James heard and looked nosily on. He giggled and looked at Carlos. "So it starts."

"This isn't happening! This isn't happening," he was obviously panicked. "Holy shit, we're going to die! WE'RE GOING TO DIE, KENDALL!"

"Logan, relax," said Kendall, "it's a-ok, babe, okay? We're fine. It was just some turbulence."

"FUCK turbulence, Kendall! Okay? We're going to die!"

"Stop it, you're being illogical."

"I'm not -"

"You are, think about it, okay? Breathe with me, but listen. I know you can handle that. You listen to me all the time, right? Okay. This jet traveled to Beijing and back before nonstop and we're just going to London, alright? We're halfway there. It's looking good, nothing's getting in the way. That was just turbulence. It happens. Because you know why? Shit just happens. And this, is no big deal. This doesn't matter. You won't even remember this after you've been in London."

"Kendall. We're. Going. To. Die."

Kendall was stunned. His speech hadn't worked. He swore it would. He didn't have a backup plan. He didn't know what to say or do now and Logan was clearly having trouble breathing and concentrating or focusing on anything. It was like he hadn't heard a thing Kendall said and he was clearly panicking. He was sweating now and his face was so grayish pale.

"We're going to be fine."

"YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!"

"But I do-"

"YOU DON'T. WE'RE CRASHING. WE'RE FUCKING CRASHING DUDE!"

"Okay, stop screaming and be rational!"

"KENDALL!"

"Logan! Jesus holy mother of Mary, calm down! LITSEN. I'm right here, okay? Nothing's going to happen because I'm right here. I would NEVER let anything bad happen to you okay? You know why? Cas I love you. Okay?"

Logan's breathing seemed to have stopped all together. In an instant, ragged gasps turned to silence.

"Are you okay?" Kendall asked.

"…I've been better."

"Please come cuddle with me on the couch. We're taking a nap till we land."

"But I can't sleep beca-"

"DON'T you dare say it," Kendall said, using a tone he'd learned from James. "Come with me."

He took Logan's hand and led him to the couch, laid down and pulled Logan down, too.

They laid for a bit before Logan started shaking his head and fidgeting a lot .Kendall again wasn't sure what to do so he did what he knew best. He sang.

"Imagine there's no Heaven, it's easy if you try. No hell below us, above us only sky, imagine all the people, living for today. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. No, I'm not the only one."

Kendall sang and sang, and continued singing, his mind and voice easily going through a few songs.

Logan relaxed into Kendall, and Kendall smiled upon noticing his calm, steady breathing. He smiled, satisfied that he had completed a task that, according to James, was impossible. After a while, James was very curious.

James looked at Carlos and said, "We should check on them."

Carlos, sensing that James was a bit worried about it, agreed. He'd just spent most of his plane ride snuggling and flirting with the boy, and he'd obviously had feelings for him. He stood up and James took his hand. Carlos blushed, and so did James.

"Sorry," he said, "it's a habit."

Carlos studied him for a quick second and said, "It's okay, I liked it."

He held his hand out. James was relieved and happiness overcame him as he grabbed Carlos's hand and led the way to the front of the plane. Logan's Ray Banz were on the floor in front of the couch which was occupied by James's brother and friend.

Kendall's eyes opened having sensed them and he smiled.

James was stunned. "How'd you do it?"

"…I sang him to sleep."

"…you sang him. To sleep." he said slowly, baffled.

"Mhmm."

"And it worked?"

"He's sleeping, ain't he?"

"It wasn't that bad?" he asked.

Kendall shook his head. "Looking back, no. I mean, I'm pretty sure he's out for the rest of the ride. We've only got like, an hour left so I don't think anything worse will happen. He only puked once and I didn't even use the inhaler. For a moment there, I thought I would need to, but it was just a moment. And Logan's okay."

James smiled upon hearing that.

He hadn't been there for Logan on this plane trip, and Logan was okay. The split James had wanted was set in stone. He didn't need to take care of him all the time because he was once again, okay with Kendall. He was fine. He was healthy. He was sleeping on a plane, which had never happened in the history of plane rides of vomit, asthma attacks, screaming, punching biting James had endured.

Kendall didn't wake Logan up till after the plane had landed. It was about ten o'clock at night in London. We had left Florida around 8, the flight was nine hours, and because London was four hours ahead of us in time-zone, it was late there.

Kendall was tired and jet-lagged and he wanted to check into the hotel and cuddle with Logan till he was supposed to be at a radio show in the morning.

They met Scott at the airport. Scott had arrived in London the previous day, getting everything ready. The boys had the presidential suite waiting for them. There were two rooms on the opposite side of the flat-styled suite. Kendall led a groggy, ill-feeling Logan to the bedroom on the left and James and full-of-energy-Carlos went out for dinner at the little London bistro across the street that was open twenty four seven.

Logan's stomach was all twisted in knots but he seemed much, much better now being on land. Kendall couldn't believe how far they'd gotten in just a few months. He didn't care how many world records he broke, what mattered most were the personal ones he achieved. And one of his biggest personal goals was to fall in love, and he was pretty sure that he had. He wasn't sure how, or why, or if it was possible because he'd known Logan for two months.

But, at the same time, he'd spent the last two months constantly with Logan, learning his perfections, and imperfections, his personality, his talents. He truly felt lucky, especially laying there in London, (well, of course, Paris would have been more fitting, but you can't win them all), in the presidential suite of a hotel with the most beautiful person inside and out in the entire world next to him. Nothing else mattered.

Note: hi. sorry, i'm really tired haha. it's probably really bad. thanks for reading(: