So im working hard on writing new chapters for all you guys, but this story is waay longer than i planned. i have been writing for like a kajillion years (yeah im good at maths) and im still struggling. But, hopefully I'll have some more for y'all soon. Also, sorry about random mistakes. i havent had long to proofread and im getting sick. (Jeez, thanks Logan) Well, here you go.

Disclaimer: Dont own BTR. Happy copyright guys? (is there actually such a thing? if there is, i wanna be it!)

It was a fairly regular day at school. There still weren't many kids in, in fact it seemed there were fewer kids then there had been on Monday. Logan felt awful and tired the entire school day, but he did learn something in science, so he was satisfied, and he felt that it justified his effort to get up and go. Work wasn't good. They had to do some recordings, which had Logan getting yelled at left right and center from his boss because, well, he couldn't sing. His voice hurt too much, and he was dizzy so dance rehearsals didn't do much good either.

Gustavo was becoming frustrated. He couldn't do anything without Kendall. He sang lead in the majority of the songs, and he was the best dancer. And with Logan not at 100%, what was he left with? A self obsessed, conceited, flippy haired drama queen, and a hyperactive Latino who wore a helmet for no apparent reason and couldn't listen to instructions with more than three words in them. Great. He was doomed. Even the great beast himself was starting to feel sympathy for Logan. He didn't look great, and it was probably in everybody's best interests if he went home and didn't come to work for a few days.

But would he tell him? Nope. He was too stubborn. He didn't want to show any signs of weakness, or kindness, or anything. If he did, he would only be opening up the door for the other boys to take advantage of him, turning minor things into major dramas. So Gustavo tripled the amount of yelling and halved the amount of caring he did that day, mainly toward Logan.

Logan felt ripped off. He was trying his hardest to get everything perfect for Gustavo, while James and Carlos goofed off in the corner, yet he was the one getting yelled at. Why? Well that was just it. Logan didn't know why, and he was starting to wonder why he had bothered to come into work when there was a perfectly comfy bed at home. He could be sleeping, or reading, or watching TV, anything, but no, he was at work, getting yelled at by a large, angry, sweaty man.

"Gustavo can I have a break?" Logan panted after the 27th "double spin cross jump pose" he had performed to try and please his boss. Gustavo glared at Logan. He did look pale, and he was afraid if he made the small boy dance for much longer, he would throw up. Probably in the dance studio too. It had happened last time James had eaten something stupid on a dare the morning before he came to work. He hadn't been feeling well and had asked for a break, which Gustavo hadn't given him, and ten minutes later, what do you know? Karma, he guessed. Spaghetti too. Gross. But then, Logan had been there to advise everyone on what to do, and how to clean it up and everything. If Logan threw up, it would be messy for a long time. And Gustavo really didn't want a whole bunch of half digested food in his dance studio for more than about five minutes, if at all, so he granted the boys a ten minute break.

"Yes you may all take a break. Ten minutes." Gustavo sighed, turning and walking from the room. Logan couldn't believe it. Maybe his luck was beginning to turn, he thought. Maybe he was right, maybe he was wrong, but he didn't care. He got to sit and try to calm his stomach for a few minutes, maybe drink something, and shut his eyes without worrying about Gustavo yelling at him.

James and Carlos raced each other for the good couch, but stopped halfway there, deciding that they should let Logan have it. It was one of the most conscious decisions they had ever made in their lives.

"Logan. You can have the good couch today." James said. Logan smiled.

"Thanks. Wait… Why?" he asked warily. Carlos glanced at James.

"Because it's nice, because you never get to have it, and because you still don't look too good." Carlos said. Logan rolled his eyes.

"I'm fine Carlos. But thanks." Logan said, thumping down onto the "good couch."

He recognized a member of the cleaning crew walking toward the three boys. He was the one Logan always stopped to talk to. He was old, but not much older than Mrs. Knight, and he had some great stories to tell. He was also very kind to the four boys, especially when one of them broke something and they had just been yelled at by Gustavo, and spoke mostly in Spanish. He had something tucked underneath his arm. He stopped in front of the couch and held it out to Logan.

"Is yours, si?' he asked. Logan realized what it was. It was his hoodie from Monday, neatly folded and washed. It looked like it had been ironed too. Logan felt embarrassed but grateful. He smiled and took it from the man.

"Si. Gracias." Logan smiled. All of the boys had learnt a little bit of Spanish from Carlos, and of course Logan, the smarty pants, had taken it further and learnt the entire language until he was more fluent in Spanish than Carlos was. It kind of annoyed Carlos, but he wasn't too concerned.

"You get sick and I wash." He said, making large hand gestures to demonstrate in case he wasn't making sense. Logan blushed and nodded. He had seen the washing machines mounted on the wall in a room that the four boys weren't allowed in, and had always wondered if they were ever utilized, and if so what for specifically. Well, he had just found out.

"Gracias." Logan said again. The older man nodded and walked away slowly. Logan placed the hoodie beside him and leaned back, shutting his eyes. Logan could hear the murmurs of a budding argument.

"Dude I still can't believe Logan can speak better Spanish than you. I'd be embarrassed." James scoffed. Carlos frowned.

"Well… I still can't believe Logan's smarter than you!" Carlos huffed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" James asked.

"You wanna find out?" Carlos asked. The two instantly tackled each other as Logan slowly opened one eye and straightened his neck. He knew he would have to stop the fight.

"Guys." Logan said. They ignored the small boy.

"Guys!" Logan said a little louder. The two ignored him and continued rolling about on the floor like the idiots they were.

"James. Carlos. Come on." Logan sighed, standing up and walking over to the mess of flailing limbs, stopping in between the two boys. Suddenly he was grabbed around the ankles and pulled to the ground. He hit the carpeted floor and his head banged down. He moaned. He had somehow become involved in the fight, and the only way to get out of it was through punches, kicks and bites. James yelped in pain as Logan sunk his pointy white teeth into James' sleeved arm, forcing him to release the death grip that he had around the shorter boys neck. Logan decided he should probably forget his Spanish. This was the fourteenth fight that the two had gotten into about it in a month.

"Logan that hurt!" James whined.

"And you strangling me didn't?" Logan questioned.

"Not strangling. Restraining." James corrected, while throwing a punch at Carlos.

"Why? I wasn't even doing anything!" Logan said, kicking Carlos off his leg. Only those boys had the skills to have a normal conversation while in a fist fight with each other.

"DOGS!" Gustavo yelled with a piercing voice. Logan's head spun and he instantly felt the two boys let go of him. He realized toward the end of the fight it had become less of a fight between the two and more of a "gang up on Logan" type deal. It always happened. He didn't know why but whenever he tried to break up a fight their attention would turn from fighting each other to working together to maim the poor boy. It was like an instinct. Whenever anyone else tried to beat Logan up they were basically pronounced dead within moments, but they just couldn't help themselves. They never really hurt him, but it wasn't pleasant all the same. They didn't mean to do it but they couldn't help it. That's why Kendall usually broke up the fights. He was the stockiest. Anybody tried any crap on him and he had them in a headlock and begging for mercy in two seconds flat. But there was no Kendall. Only poor Logan. Where was Kendall when he was needed?

Well, Kendall was at home, feeling like he was dying. He tried to sleep but he couldn't, so he lay on his side, facing the wall with his eyes shut as his mom sat beside him, rubbing his back and offering him drinks, food and other comforts for the entire day. He never took anything that was offered to him. He was afraid that if he moved, one of two things would happen. One, he would use up all his energy and not be able to move for the rest of the week, or two, one of his limbs would fall off. He couldn't stop coughing and his stomach hurt.

Mrs. Knight became worried when her son became unresponsive and lethargic. He wouldn't answer any of her questions and he wasn't moving, and although his eyes were still half open, they were glassed over with fever. She got up and left the room momentarily. Kendall whimpered. He wanted his mom there all the time, never leaving his side. He heard his mom's light footsteps pad into the room. Mrs. Knight rolled her son onto his back slowly, resting a wet washcloth over his forehead. He shivered and batted at it lazily. Mrs. Knight shook her head in sympathy, resting her hand on top of the washcloth and feeling Kendall's cheeks. He was burning up, but he had taken Tylenol less than half an hour ago, so she couldn't give him any more. She watched his eyes close as he drifted back to sleep, the pain medication and illness taking its toll on his worn body.

Gustavo stared at the tangled mess of boys on the floor. He realized he wasn't going to get anywhere with just the three of them, especially when Carlos and James were having one of their "off" days.

"You have the rest of the day off. Stay away from me." Gustavo sighed, walking away. James and Carlos jumped to their feet instantly, high fiving and hollering all the way down the hall and to the elevators, almost forgetting one very important thing. Logan. They turned around and ran back to the lounge area, lifting Logan into the air and carrying him to the waiting elevator, as Logan kicked and struggled. The two other boys were simply too ecstatic to notice their tiny friends protests to being manhandled.

"Guys. Don't do that. Ever." Logan warned, dusting himself off and pressing the button for the ground floor.

"Didn't you hear Logie? Rest. Of. The. Day. Off!" James yelled. Being in a confined space, the bellows made Logan's head hurt twelve times worse than it already did.

"James I'm, you know, RIGHT HERE!" Logan yelled. James shrunk away.

"Alright grumpy pants. Guess who isn't invited to double date with me tonight." James huffed.

"I don't care." Logan sighed. It was true. He wanted nothing more than to climb into bed and fall asleep.

"Does that mean I can come?" Carlos asked hopefully.

"I dunno. Maybe…" James said. He taunted him cruelly, never giving him a straight answer until Carlos couldn't take it anymore, and dived onto James. Logan's stomach churned as the elevator shook with the rough movements. He rubbed his hand over his stomach, thinking about his symptoms in comparison to that morning, stepping out of the elevator like a sane person as Carlos and James rolled out on top of each other. The ladies working at reception stared, but they were used to it. Logan figured they should have a 24 hour James and Carlos watch security guard around the office. He sniffled, wiping his nose on the back of his hand sighing miserably as he made his way to the car, Carlos and James rolling behind him.

All his symptoms had worsened; nausea, headache, stomachache, muscle aches, everything ached four times as much as it had that morning. But Logan was almost as good an actor as he was a singer, so he managed to hide his ailments for most of the day. Well, until he got home.

The three boys burst through the door, me with a suspicious glare from Katie and a harsh "shushing"

from Mrs. Knight.

"Sorry." James whispered, jumping on the couch beside Katie. She hid a tiny smile and a deep blush

under her hair by ducking her head as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder in a makeshift hug to

show his brotherly affection toward the small girl. Mrs. Knight instantly flew at Logan, asking him a

thousand different questions and feeling his forehead.

"Logan Mitchell you are burning up." She said. She made a move for his throat and dug around gently,

feeling for his tonsils.

"And your tonsils are up. Get to bed right now, and not a peep out of you for the rest of the night." She

said. Logan sighed.

"But…" he started. Mrs. Knight interrupted before he had even the tiniest chance to defend himself.

"Not a peep! Go!" she ordered, pointing toward the stairs. Logan hung his head and started slowly

toward the stairs. He acted disappointed, but inside he was glad he would have an excuse to stay in bed

all afternoon. He dragged himself up the stairs, moaning to himself as he felt the onset of a fast forming stomachache. He knew it wouldn't end well. But all he wanted to do was sleep. He entered his room to see Kendall asleep, moaning softly, drenched in sweat. Logan sighed. It was his fault that his friend felt so awful. He stripped to his boxers and climbed into bed, pulling the covers over his aching body, as he slipped instantly into unconsciousness.

There it is. Sorry if it was racially stereotypical... oops. But I like to think it was cute, so I will. I hope you enjoyed it, and please,

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