Thought: eep. so. yeah. I was really excited about writing this...well, towards the end. I think the beginning/middle pretty much sucks but it gets good. Read every word and don't just skim like I usually do (; I hope every one who celebrates has a great Easter. Personally, I hate all holidays, but I've been looking pretty cute lately, so I've been in a good mood. Oh, I deleted my other story. I put the reason in my bio. Yeah, that wasn't random or anything. Ok. On with my story.

Logan had never done a radio interview before.

Kendall usually tried to keep things simple when he was on tour. For his first tour, he'd taken on a lot of serious commitments and appearances that just got very stressful to attend. He barely slept, he barely ate, and even Scott became worried about him. This time around, it was going to be much more simple.

They had no interviews or photoshoots or promotional sights to attend while in America. Other countries were trickier though, because of the natural fact that they were other countries. More promotion was needed to get the name across.

Kendall started filming a lot while out of the country. He enjoyed it, and he enjoyed looking back and seeing the memories all over again. It made him sad to think that Logan would never be able to see this, but at the same time, it made him proud that he was strong enough to create his own memories. You didn't need to see to have memories.

As said many times before, Logan was inspirational. Logan inspired Kendall and that's what drew Kendall to him the most. You had this tough little blind kid with a fucked up life, who never let anything stop him from being inspired. He was determined, dedicated, loyal, motivated, and selfless. He was perfect.

They hit 50 countries in a month, and boy, did they have the time of their lives. Kendall easily figured out how to handle the plane situation. Turns out, all he had to do was sing. Sometimes he sang for five minutes, sometimes he sang for three hours. But regardless, he always kept Logan calm, and James and Carlos were always kissing in the back of the jet.

Kendall and Logan didn't kiss nearly as much as James and Carlos. Kendall was, to be honest, a little embarrassed to kiss Logan whenever James was around, and James was always around, or near; but his presence made Kendall too uncomfortable to kiss. After all, Logan was James's brother, and Kendall couldn't stand watching some pig kiss his sister.

The popularity of Logan inevitably grew without hesitation. Kendall and Logan busied themselves with music a lot. Carlos and James liked to have little dates and do cutesy things together. They weren't 'official' but they were definitely a thing. Privately, of course, the media and public couldn't find out about their little rendezvous. It was easy for them to still be themselves but act like they weren't anything in public, because they always knew they'd have private time at home or on the jet or in hotels and stuff.

Kendall and Logan, as aforementioned, got lost in music. They spent a lot of time in the small jet studio, playing around and practicing. Kendall wrote a lot of songs, but Logan couldn't read. Kendall had no choice but to sing the songs over and over to him so he could learn. Kendall, of course, didn't mind. He loved singing to Logan, and honestly, Logan loved hearing it. Logan would laugh at some of Kendall's word choices sometimes.

Kendall would get embarrassed. He overanalyzed himself, criticized, scrutinized, plain out psychoanalyzed his own work. Once he would finally like how it was, he would sing it to Logan and instantly hate it all over again and change half of the song.

"I can't tell if we should make this fast, or slow," said Kendall, studying a set of lyrics they had written the previous day. They were in their hotel room. That's how it went, at this point. James and Carlos in one, Kendall and Logan in another, Scott in a third, and the rest of the bands scattered about as well.

"I'm really tired, Kendall," said Logan.

"We have to write the song, Loge."

"Bur it's so late…"

"It's only one, bud, come on, help me finish this."

"How does it go?"

"Well, okay. Wait a minute. Before I tell you anything, how was your day? Because I've been missing you by my side. …yeah."

"…I think James should sing it."

"…what do you mean?"

"…did I awake you out of your dream? I'm sorry but I couldn't sleep, you calm me down, but there's something about the sound of your voice."

"…yes. These lyrics we dropped yesterday, Logie."

"I just…I dunno, sometimes when we write songs I think James or Carlos should sing the lines…is that weird?"

Kendall hesitated, then shook his head. "…no," he said, remembering Logan can't see him shaking his head. "It's not weird. I do that sometimes too. In fact…well, no. forget it."

"No…what are you planning?"

"Nothing. It was just an idea I had a while back. We need the thirteenth song for your album, Loge."

"What was the idea?"

"…just that…well Carlos and I wrote this song a while back, unintentionally in four part harmony and I just thought it'd be cool if we all did a song together, but it just…it seems like it'd be a lot to handle right now. We're just trying to get the album done and we don't need another side project."

"Sing me the song."

"No."

"Sing me the song, Kendall."

"No, Logan. I'm not singing it."

"Why?"

"…make it count, play it straight, don't look back and don't hesitate when you go big time. What you want, what you feel, never quit and make it real when you roll big time…go on, shake it up, whatchu gotta lose? Go and make your luck with the life you choose. If you want it all, lay it on the line. It's the only life you've got so you've gotta live it big time."

Logan smiled. "We can do it."

"You're nutso if you think we can do it, Logie, there's just no way. We'd have to-"

"We'd just have to lay it down, like we've been doing."

"Carlos and James…well, I don't really know about James, but Carlos can't do anything besides backup right now. He has a hard time focusing, so that's why we just keep him in the shadows a bit. He doesn't have to focus all the time there. He likes to goof off and this is serious stuff we're doing."

"Don't you want to at least try it?"

"Of course I do. I've been wanting to 'at least try' with Carlos for years, but now's not the time."

"I think it is."

"I think you're just tired and want to get the final song done and over with."

"Whatever the reason, I trust it. I trust Carlos, I trust James, I trust the song you wrote. I trust you."

Kendall still hesitated. He took in a deep breath. "If we lay the track down on the album, we'd have to perform it to promote it, Logan. I don't know if you understand what that entails."

"…we'd have to promote all the other songs anyway."

"But it's different when other people are involved on the track. People will expect a performance. Like with choreography and dancing, which requires exact movements and precise landing."

"…you don't think I can do it?" Logan asked.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no," said Kendall quickly. "It's not that I think you can't do it. I've said it a million times, you can literally do anything, you're so fucking talented. But it would take a lot of hard work and practice, and even then, it doesn't ensure your safety. Your safety is jeopardized every time you go on that stage, and adding a bunch of complicated dance moves with three other people…it's just not a good idea right now."

"I understand all of that," Logan said, his face solemn, "but this whole thing is about taking chances, and risks, and it's the guys with the risky moves that are the ones that go big time. You're exhibit A."

"I'm exhibit A?"

"Yes. You are the most risky person I've ever met. You act on impulse, and that's fucking scary. Now it's my turn to act on impulse, and you're denying me that? Is it in the contract? You can't deny me the right to act on impulse. Can you?"

Kendall chuckled. "I'm not denying you the right to act on impulse. I'm just saying nobody is ready for us to do a song as a group. We've never performed together. It wouldn't work…it just…I just…"

"I wasn't ready to make a CD, and we're one song away from producing an album. You and Carlos randomly decided to make a label, and you're seventeen, God knows you weren't ready for that. Yet, here we are."

"…there's no sense in arguing about this. I've said no. Case closed."

"Oh, come on, open your mind to the idea, at least."

"My mind is always open, Logie. But it's one a.m. and Carlos and James are doing God only knows what right now and you're tired, and I'm pretty sure you're borderline delusional. You don't know what you're saying."

"…I don't want to fight with you, Kendall. And like I said, I trust you. So, fine. You win. But I'm tired and going to bed. You can finish the song if you want."

Logan stood up and waited a moment before tapping out a safe route to the hotel room bed. They were in Brazil, and had just performed the last show before they flew back to the United States and finished the tour with the final date in Minnesota and then they were to head back home. Logan wasn't really sure what was going to happen now, but he knew everything was going to be different. He knew he missed LZ. He knew he missed his bedroom. But he didn't know what was going to happen.

Kendall did his best to keep Logan awake all night. It worked well. Kendall kept wining, and complaining about the song, and Logan kept getting in and out of bed trying to help him, but ultimately becoming frustrated at the seams. Kendall did this purposely, though, trying to keep the younger boy awake. The less he slept at night, the easier it was to sing him to sleep on the plane.

Around five a.m., Logan said finally, "I don't think this song will work. I still feel like I shouldn't be singing some of these parts. Paris, London, Tokyo, there's just one thing that I gotta do…it just doesn't sound right coming from me."

"What do you think we should do, then?"

"Anything."

"Anything, huh?" Kendall repeated, then suddenly burst out, "Anything you wanna do, anything that you please, whoa. Forget about our problems, forget about our past. I seen the future and I know we gonna last."

"…every second I'm with you just goes so fast. …this wall we've built together, there ain't no way of knocking it over and we'll be here forever."

"Getting closer, and closer baby, cause…" Kendall stopped. "I should be writing this down."

"…I can't sing this."

Kendall sighed in frustration. "What do you mean?"

"I can't sing that part you just sang. It sounded too good coming from you."

"It all sounds good coming from me, I'm Kendall. This songwriting is getting harder and harder as we go along because you're so pickily complicated."

"First of all, 'pickily' is not a word. Secondly, it's not my fault you keep coming up with lyrics that I can't possibly sing."

"You can though! Just sing it!"

"But. I can't."

"Logan, you can sing the songs. You're just being complicated. I don't understand. You sing cover songs on stage on a regular, nightly basis. What's the difference?"

"The difference is that these are supposed to be me. The other songs were easier because they were more…me. I helped write them."

"You're helping me write this, though."

"I know but not I'm thinking about singing songs with you, James and Carlos, and let me tell you, James is singing some of this in my head. I'm just…not…good."

Kendall stared blankly, completely baffled at this statement. Things had gone severely downhill over the past ten minutes and he was frustrated beyond belief with his crush. Logan was so naïve, and so down on himself. It pained Kendall to see how hard Logan was on himself. He was always saying he was bad when he wasn't. "You must be joking. Logan, you're the most talented person I've ever met-"

"Talent has nothing to do with being good."

Kendall laughed. "It has everything to do with being good. Talented people aren't bad at doing what they do. That's where the talent comes. It's a natural ability. You're a fucking flat out natural when it comes to this, and you're damn good. Stop being so negative and sing the fucking song. What was it you said? Ain't no way of knocking us over."

"It. It is a wall. That we cannot knock over because we built it together. You know, this isn't working. It doesn't matter. Nothing even maters."

Kendall put his arm around his crush and shook his head. "Alright, well, let's take a break, then. It's not like we have a deadline or anything. I just wanted to get it done, you know? But you clearly need to stop for a while."

Kendall kept his arm around Logan and took in a deep breath of air.

Logan chewed at his bottom lip for a few moments. "Kendall? How come y-" he cut himself off. "…Kendall?"

"…yeah, Logie?"

"I love you?"

Kendall laughed. "I love you, too, Logan."

"No, I mean, like…I love you."

"Yeah. I love you, too."

"Kendall! Don't make this more complicated than it has to be. It's bad enough. Just tell me you hate me, and I'll leave."

"…What? Do you really think that? Do you really think I hate you?"

Logan remained silent for a while. And for a moment, for a split moment, Kendall thought he was going to say 'we don't talk about that'. But Kendall knew that Logan knew his excuse wouldn't work on him anymore. Kendall could always get Logan to talk. Kendall was the first one that could always get Logan to talk, because Logan loved Kendall. Logan admired Kendall. Logan had Kendall at his fingertips for the past few months and he didn't even realize it.

But Kendall knew. Kendall knew he was at the mercy of Logan. Kendall knew anything Logan wanted, Kendall wanted for him, but three times harder. Kendall knew that he would literally do anything, anything for Logan. If Logan told him to jump off a bridge…he would. He was dedicated to Logan. But he didn't know just how badly. Kendall knew he was one hundred percent dedicated to Logan. But all Logan knew was music. Kendall knew, and Logan didn't.

In a sense, Kendall was music. That boy walked, lived and breathed music. It was his life. The pieces to the story fit; Logan just knew music. He just understood it better than he ever understood anything else because you don't have to see music to understand it. It just is. And music and love are related on so many levels. Every song has to do with love, whether it's love from a spouse, a parent, a friend. Love connects people. Music connects people. They're both a story, and they're both touched with magic.

"…I just feel like I'm impossible to love."

Kendall was startled by this. He wasn't expecting this; he was taken aback. "You?" he questioned, his heart fluttering hard in his chest. "You're the easiest person to love. Just looking at you makes me want to love you. I swear to God I loved you the first time I saw you. I mean, really saw you. You're such an incredible person. How could I not love you?"

"…The only reason you think I'm incredible is because I'm different."

He swallowed hard. "No. You're different because I think you're incredible." He prayed the old trick would work. He didn't know what else to say. He knew no matter what, that Logan didn't come into his life by accident. Blind or not, it didn't matter. What mattered was the connection. What mattered was love, and music. What mattered was that there was nothing that Logan could do that would change the way Kendall felt about him.

Kendall watched Logan. Logan shook his head subtly for a moment, but Kendall noticed. He glanced at the white eyes, and stopped breathing with anticipation. "You're not supposed to love me back. Nobody ever loved me back. Why do you love me?"

Kendall's heart ached. He didn't know the answer to that question, and Logan knew whenever he lied. "I honestly didn't think I needed a reason. I just…love you. Everything about you."

"But…that doesn't- you can't….that doesn't mean you're in love with me." His voice was so quiet that Kendall barely heard him.

How did we get to this? Kendall thought. Just a few minutes ago they were trying to write a song, and now Logan was trembling and Kendall thought his heart was going to burst and his head was going to explode. He bit his lip and then, suddenly, he lurched forward, grabbed Logan by his shoulders and planted a big, wet, emotional kiss right on his lips. It was real, and pure, and natural. And it was what Kendall knew what was going to happen. Because Kendall knew and Logan didn't.

Kendall stopped kissing Logan and easily noticed Logan was no longer trembling. "That's how I know I'm in love with you," said Kendall. He ran over to the guitar in the corner and gave it a strum, "That's how I know," he said, and then he ran over to the portable keyboard on the bed and pressed a few random notes, "That's how I know," he said, and he serenaded to him, singing, "He'll find his own way to show you, with the little things you do, that's how you know he's your love."

Logan laughed that one.

Kendall laughed because he couldn't believe the kiss had worked.

And Kendall got Logan to stay up with him, and they finished Nothing Even Matters, but Logan still, was refusing to sing it solo, and Kendall, still, insisted Logan grow a pair, shut up, and sing the damn song.

About twenty minutes after the song was written, Scott knocked on the door. It was time to get on the jet and fly to the last date on the tour. Ending the World Tour.

But going home.

Note: As you probably noted, I did not italicize any singing. I hope that didn't confuse you. I just don't think it should be italicized. I'm picky about my grammar haha, even if it's wrong. I don't know. Anywho. I hope you enjoyed. I really like the ending of this chapter. I'm hoping youuuuuuuuuuu will share your thoughtsssssssssss with meeeeeeeeee:D yes. so review. please and thank you for reading! (: