Chapter 11-Featuring You

Logan's P.O.V

"Kendall can you sing that part a little slower," I say to Kendall for the fourth time.

"Hey you're not supposed to be telling the dogs what to do, I am," Gustavo yells, "Kendall sing that part a little slower."

Kendall sighs and we go through the songs again. He sings it nicely this time but now it doesn't sound like he's putting his all into it.

"Kendall you have to try and feel the music," I say to him as the music stops.

"Kendall try and feel the music," Gustavo copies me.

"How am I doing Logan," James asks.

"Fine," I mutter.

"Sing it again," Gustavo yells and they all groan.

"Kendall-" I start to say but get interrupted by Kendall.

"Can you stop trying to correct me," Kendall shouts, "There's like two other guys in this booth. Correct them. Correct James, since you apparently like him so much."

"I'm just trying to help," I mumble and fiddle with the hem of my shirt.

"Well you're not," Kendall takes off his head phones and storms out of the booth.

"Wait Kendall," I grab his arm but he yanks it out of my grasp, "I just want to help you out."

"Well I don't want your help," Kendall barks, "You're here to give me food and make sure I arrive at places on time, not to bitch me about my singing."

"Kendall I-"

"You're so annoying Logan," Kendall snarls, "Why don't you do me a favor and leave me the heck alone. Or maybe just go back to Minnesota where you belong."

His words felt like a dagger and it stabs me in the heart. Kendall looks at me for a second then storm off. Carlos and James rush out of the booth and runs towards me. Water starts to drip down my face and I sniff.

"Hey," Carlos say, "you okay?"

I wipe the tears from my face, "yeah I'm fine."

We left it at that and Carlos and James practice the song by themselves. Once practice was over we head back to the Palm Woods and I head straight to my apartment. I close the door behind me and start sobbing. I let my back slide down the door and I land on my butt with my head on my knees. What was up with Kendall? I mean I know I was being kind of annoying but to use words like that was just not like him. Whatever, it's his problem not mine.

I reach into my pocket and call Camille. Camille and Lucy gave me their numbers after the game of Truth and dare. The phone rings and after the third ring she pick up.

"He Logie, what's up," Her cheerful voice asks.

"Do you know anywhere nice and quiet I can go to just, you know, hang out. I'm sick of just sitting in my apartment."

"Well you could always go on the roof," She suggests, "They leave the key to the door in a crack in the wall. If you want I can show you."

"Sure," I reply, "Meet me at my apartment in about five mins?"

"Okay," She says, "see you then."

I walk up the ladder to my night table and grab my song journal. I climb back down and throw my guitar case over my shoulder. I also grab a blanket and make a sandwich. By the time I was done getting ready, Camille knocks on the door.

"Ready," She asks with a smile.

"Yup," I reply and we head up to the roof.

She shows me where the crack in the wall is and opens the door. The sky is clear with only a few clouds floating in it. It was the afternoon so the sun was getting ready to set; painting the sky beautiful shade of oranges, reds, and pinks. I set the blanket down and sit on it. After pulling out my guitar I test a few strings.

"You play the guitar," She walks over to me and sits next to me.

"Yeah," I play a small sweet melody for her.

"That was really good," she claps, "can you sing too?"

"Yeah but don't expect me to sing for you," We laugh and then I ask, "Do you mind if I spend some time up here by myself?"

"Only if you sing me a song," She bribes.

"Maybe another day," She nods and leaves me alone.

I warm up by singing and playing a Big Time Rush song on my guitar. I love music. The sound, the feeling, everything about it makes me feel better. My father used to play the guitar and he taught me how to play when I was little.

And my mom, she was the world's best singer, even if she didn't sing professionally. Of course I inherited her angelic voice and my dad always begs me to sing but I rarely do. Singing reminds me of her and the thought of her not being here with me kills my heart.

So I stopped. Instead of being a singer I wanted to become a doctor, so I can save people's lives. So every little boy and girl can grow up with both their parents and their parents could never see their children die.

Kendall P.O.V

After rushing out of the studio I head to the park to just walk around for hours. I wasn't practically mad at Logan just frustrated. How could he love James? All he does is chase after good looking people and make out with them. He would probably date Logan for a couple weeks get bored of him and then dump him for some pretty girl. I would take care of Logan; make sure to keep him safe and love him for all he's worth. It just wasn't fair.

I wander through the park, kicking things that were in my way. My thoughts take a turn. I'm an idiot. James is my best friend and he's madly in love with Logan, even if he doesn't know it. I shouldn't be bashing him in my thoughts.

Then there was Logan. I let my jealousy take over and yelled at him when I shouldn't have. I'm such a horrible friend. Logan is probably on the first plane home and once Griffin finds out he's going to kill me.

I sigh and make my way back to The Palm Woods. It was getting late and the sun was starting to set. When I get up to our floor I knock on Logan's door. I wanted to apologize but it seems like he's not home. Great, he really did go back Minnesota.

"If you're looking for Logan he's on the roof," Camille walks up to me and I jump.

"Uh thanks," I start to walk to the stair but she stops me.

"He says he wants to be alone."

"I know and it my fault he wants to," I reply, "That's why I'm going to go apologize to him."

"What did you do," she asks but I just ignore her and head to the stairs.

When I get to the top I slowly open the door and sweet music floods my ears. I see Logan sitting on a blanket with a guitar in his hands. He was singing and I have to say he has the most beautiful voice in the whole world.

"You can be the lyrics, it's like I already hear it. Girl, you know the only song that I wanna do is

Featuring you," He starts humming and then stops singing all together.

He writes something down in a small journal and then starts playing the same tune on his guitar.

"That was beautiful," He jumps, then turns around to stare at me.

"Kendall," Logan shrieks, "What are you doing here?"

"I uh, came here to apologize," I walk up to him and sit next to him, "I was a jerk and I shouldn't have said the things that I said. It was all because I was jealous of James and yeah. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," He says quietly, "and you don't have to be jealous of James. We probably will never get together anyway."

"Yes you will," I admit, "James loves you, even if he doesn't know it yet."

"Yeah right," He scoffs.

"I'm not lying," He sigh and then goes mute, "So what were you just singing?"

"It's a song I wrote," He says, "Well writing. There's a piece missing. I just don't know what to add."

"Can I read it," He hands me the journal and I read through the scribbles and notes.

I think about the song in my head and rap, "Hey baby/You're my number one feature/I have to write a song about you/Every time I see you/ I can be the melody you can be the lyrics/Make 'em wanna throw their hands up/Every time they hear it."

Logan stares at me shocked, "Please tell me you remember what you just said."

"Of course," I reply and write the words down in his journal.

I hand it back to Logan and he quickly writes down a few more lyrics. He then hands it back to me and asks me to sing it.

"Only if you sing it with me," I say.

He bites his lips but then nods his head. He points out the parts I will sing and the parts he will sing. He starts strumming the guitar.

I then start singing, "My heart had a bunch of beats/None of them seemed to work for me/I can't find the point to sing/When everything seems to sound so out of key/I was looking for a melody/You walked right in and/took the lead/I didn't know what to say/Cuz everything sounds so differently."

Logan joins me for the next part, "Now my heart goes boom boom boom/It's like a million notes a minute/And I don't know how you did it/Yeah, my heart goes boom boom boom/So let's put our song on replay/You and me together make a number one record/ Girl, you know the only song that I wanna do is/Featuring you/You can be the lyrics/It's like I already hear it/Girl, you know the only song that I wanna do is/Featuring you."

We hum for the next couple of beats and then Logan sings; "Now you're stuck inside on my head/Like the hit on the radio I can't forget/Now my life's got a new soundtrack/When I sing it for you, you sing right back/No solo, we duet/And I'm never gonna go back to the way it was/And I know that we just met/But it all sounds better with the two of us."

We sing the chorus again and when the part I add come up I start rapping. Then we finish with a repeat of the chorus.

"That was amazing," I say and high-five Logan.

"Yeah," he giggles.

"We totally need to sing that to Gustavo. He would love it."

"Or despise it like everything else," He retorts.

"I bet he would like it. I say we sing it to him tomorrow during practice."

"Kendall, I don't know," he mutters.

"Come on," I beg, "Pleaseeee."

"Fine we can sing it but not tomorrow," He sighs and I hug him, knocking him over in the process.

I stare into his brown eyes and I wish I could kiss those luscious lips of his, "I am sorry."

"I know," he whispers and stares into my eyes.

I get off of him and lay down on my back. I look up at the stars that now were in the sky.

"I miss the stars in Minnesota. There were so many there. There's barley any here with all the lights in the city."

"Yeah," I mumble, "There are a lot of things I miss about Minnesota."

He hums in agreement and rests his head on my chest. He is totally not helping me out here but I just lay there enjoying the moment.