Disclaimer; I do not own BTR, or the movie this story was based on 'Definitely, Maybe.'

A/N; I don't like this. I don't like this. I really don't like this chapter. Hey, hi peeps! I kind of hate this chapter, but I can't pinpoint why exactly. You'll finally find out what happened to Kendall, and just to warn you it will be a recurring phenomenon; getting over this will be Kendall's subplot. Okay, on with the chapter!

P.S; thanks a million for your reviews! They make my day :)

Logan would love nothing more than to be able to say that he saw it coming. He was usually a very perceptive person, especially concerning his loved ones. When they were younger, Carlos used to tease him saying Logan had a sixth sense, since he always seemed to know when something was wrong. And Logan took pride in that, in the knowledge that if something bothered his friends he'd be the first to figure it out. Unfortunately that wasn't the case.

He couldn't blame the hospital, not really because every waking hour he didn't spend there, he was at home with Kendall and Katelyn. And he couldn't blame Lynn either, since she seemed to be lost in her own world somewhere inside her head. Not that he'd noticed that either, not on his own at least...

So he really had no excuse, none other than the fact that he simply was too blind. And when he finally noticed, when he saw the dark circles under his eyes, the much leaner - unhealthy even- posture, and the constant alcohol reeking breath, he had no idea how to help.

Walking in on Kendall sleeping on the table was something he'd gotten used to. The first time he'd found him there he nearly had a heart-attack, and he'd been ready to scream the blonde's head off, when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, and Katelyn pressed her head between his shoulder blades.

"Let him rest." She'd whispered, her hands sliding under his t-shirt, grazing the muscles of his abdomen "He came home so late last night, just let him rest."

So when two months later he walked in the kitchen and for the first time in a long while Kendall wasn't face down on the table, Logan felt a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. It fell away quicker than it had appeared though, as he noticed the bottle that was clenched in his best friend's hand.

"Morning." He said carefully, heading towards the coffee pot.

"Morning." Kendall said back, the hoarseness in his voice making Logan cringe. The brunette threw a look at his friend over his shoulder.

"Little um, little early for a drink, don't you think?" he said while preparing his coffee.

"It's six o'clock somewhere, Logie-bear." Logan couldn't help but groan at the childhood nickname.

"Dude, do you want me to start calling you K-dawg again? Because I will." he threatened, earning an unimpressed look from the blond. Kendall tipped back his bottle, taking a long swig "Seriously though man, have you even had any breakfast? Drinking with an empty stomach is a no-no."

"Oh my lil' Logie, always the doctor first." Kendall's voice was teasing, but his eyes remained dull and unfocused, which was more than a little bit alarming "You gotta live a little, Loges."

"By killing my liver? No thanks." Logan deadpanned, his eyes fixed on the pot as it slowly filled up with coffee.

"You are no fun." Was all that Kendall said, taking another sip from his beer.

Logan waited in silence for his coffee to brew. Once it did, he surprised even himself by taking a seat next to Kendall, instead of shuffling off to his bedroom. But Logan knew that he had to do something, he had to at least try to make sense of what was going on. He dared a look at Kendall, and he tried not to wince when he was met with the blonde's dead gaze.

"When was the last time you ate?" he asked, his voice soft, his hands around the hot ceramic of his mug. Kendall shrugged.

"Yesterday?" It sounded like a question, and Logan was more than certain that no, yesterday wasn't it.

Kendall's face had always been kinda pointy, especially during puberty, but now it was pointy and bony, full of rough edges and sharp cheekbones. Lowering his eyes down his friend's torso, Logan noted how the once fitted t-shirt was practically hanging on the man's lean figure. His gaze moved to Kendall's arms, and Logan's stomach dropped when he saw the angry red line that painted Kendall's arm across his wrist. The blonde noticed his friend's gaze and he, not so subtly, turned his hand, blocking Logan's view.

"Checking me out, Loges?" Kendall joked, smirking "Is that why your fiancée looks so bummed out lately?"

"Don't try to steer me away." Logan said with a firm shake of his head. Kendall was about to tell him that really, Katelyn looked way too bummed out to be normal, even for her stick-up-her-bum holier-than-though little self, but he was cut off before he even had a chance to start "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" Logan asked, leaning closer to him. Kendall scoffed.

"You are going to be a butcher Logie, not a shrink." He said teasingly, but there was not an ounce of humour in his voice.

"Yeah well, I'm also your best friend, so listening to your pathetic problems kinda comes with the job description." Logan didn't mean to sound so annoyed, but Kendall was being a jerk and it wasn't even six thirty yet; every person has their limits.

"Aw, Logie." Kendall cooed "Don't worry your pretty little head with my pathetic problems. I'll figure it out on my own."

"Kendall, listen-"

"No, you listen." Kendall cut him off, and there was an alertness in his voice that had Logan's eyes snapping into a pair of green glazed ones "I'm fine Logan, stop worrying about me. I don't need this shit."

"Fine." Logan gave in, raising his hands in surrender. He pushed his chair back, standing up. He took one last look at Kendall, before turning around and heading towards his room.

"Oh and seriously? Do something about Lynn; I'm tired of seeing her mopping twenty four seven." But Logan had already shut the door behind him. Kendall tipped his bottle back, downing the last drops of his beer, before heaving a long sigh.

It was maybe fifteen days later, when Logan, while searching in the dark hallway for the keyhole of their apartment's door, stumbled onto something. He didn't manage to hold a loud scream back, and he mentally cursed himself for probably waking up the whole building. He blindly reached for the wall to his left, and hastily felt for the light switch.

With a soft click, the corridor was illuminated in an eerie golden glow, and Logan lowered his gaze to glare at whatever had made him act like the stupid white guy in the beginning of a horror flick. What he found there made his breath hitch in his throat.

Kendall was lying on the entrance mat, curled up in the foetal position, a pool of vomit surrounding him. Logan quickly fell to his knees, looking for the blonde's pulse point, his instincts kicking in. He didn't even flinch when his knees came in contact with what used to be the contents of his friend's stomach, as he pressed his fingers lightly on the other man's throat.

Logan allowed a small sigh of relief to escape his lips; Kendall's pulse was steady and strong. Logan didn't even wanna think of how close the blonde had come to choking on his own vomit. Instead he stood up, jammed his key in the keyhole and after unlocking, he pushed the door open.

Getting Kendall inside the bathroom after a sixteen hour shift, cleaning him up and changing his clothes, was quite the accomplishment, if Logan said so himself. He contemplated leaving Kendall on the bathroom floor, it would serve him right after all, but then Katelyn could walk in on him and Logan cringed at the scolding he knew he'd get. So gridding his teeth, and forcing his legs to obey him, Logan managed to get Kendall in his bed.

The brunette was panting, his forehead was sweaty and his clothes were now smelling like his scrubs, but he couldn't bring himself to care. As he sat on the edge of his best friend's bed, Logan was overwhelmed by the worry he felt crushing on him, wave after wave. He let his fingers ran over the soft blond locks, that were more greasy than he'd ever seen them, and frowned when he felt a bump on Kendall's scalp.

Doctor mode taking over, Logan had to fight the urge of performing a thorough examination on his friend. While changing him out of his clothes he'd seen the bruises on his ribcage, and some scratches down his arms, but the cut along his wrist seemed to be healing and there weren't new ones. Kendall's naked torso had shocked Logan into a motionless state; he'd spent at least ten minutes wondering when the hard-earned, defined abs Kendall sported since he played varsity hockey had disappeared, and since when were Kendall's ribs so visible.

Logan ran both his hands through his hair, never taking his eyes from the blonde sleeping peacefully sprawled on the bed. It was glaringly obvious that Kendall needed help, but he was too stubborn to accept it. The brunette thought about calling James or Carlos, since the Latino was usually the only one who could make Kendall see reason, but he knew it was only going to make matters worse.

"Why won't you let me in, Ken?" he whispered, once again running his fingers through his friend's hair. There was no answer, not that he expected one, and Logan sighed.

He got up, pulling the covers securely around Kendall, and for a couple of seconds he just gazed down at the mess his best friend had turned into. Feeling the exhaustion creeping up on him, Logan made his way out of the room and towards his own, making sure to be silent so not to disturb Katelyn. Lying down on his bed, and snuggling against her warm body, he wondered if Strauss would let him get home just a couple hours earlier the next day; he needed to have a serious talk with Kendall, and the sooner the better.

As they say 'hindsight is a bitch'. Or maybe they don't say it, but Logan definitely believed it to be true, after the day his conversation with Kendall changed the route of his life. If he'd only talked to his friend after Katelyn had left the apartment, maybe things would've ended differently. Or perhaps they would've been different, if Logan had been honest with Katelyn. No correction; it would've been marginally better if Logan had been honest with his fiancé.

He didn't get a chance until his next day off, almost one week later. Strauss had practically laughed in his face when he questioned whether he could go home two hours earlier than his shift ended, resulting into a very pissed Logan who brushed off Erin when she tried to talk to him during launch. He knew that Strauss was pushing his buttons, slowly pushing him to his limits, and he tried not to let the older man see just how close he was to breaking under the pressure.

Since he always returned home way past midnight, courtesy to his attending, Logan hadn't seen much of Kendall or even Katelyn during that week. By the time he'd stumble through the door, his feet aching and yawning his head off, Katelyn would've been asleep and Kendall would've been out for his nightly activities.

He allowed himself to sleep in that day, knowing that Kendall wouldn't be up before noon. And still when he rolled off his abdomen after ten hours of sleep, and sat up on his bed, his whole body loudly protested to every move. He yawned, long enough to worry in the back of his mind about his jaw dislocating, and ran a hand through his hair, that was sticking out in every angle.

The smell of coffee hit him the minute he walked out the bedroom, and he followed it as if in trance, expecting to find Kendall in his usual seat at the table, and mentally preparing himself for the confrontation. Only to his surprise the kitchen was occupied by Katelyn, who was sitting with a crossword puzzle in front of her, a pair of glasses perched on top of her nose, and a steamy mug of coffee resting next to her left hand.

"Mornin'" Logan's voice came out gruff, a crooked smile making up for it as she looked at him. Katelyn smiled as well, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. Logan blamed it on tiredness and headed straight to the pot.

"Morning." She responded, her attention half on her puzzle half on him. Logan poured himself a cup, and walked to the table, leaning over her shoulder to drop a kiss on her cheek "Rapid series of ascending or descending notes?" she questioned, looking at him sideways.

Logan had missed this; doing crossword puzzles with her on lazy Sunday mornings. Well Katelyn would do the puzzle, and Logan would usually read a book, but her voice would distract him ever so often with seemingly random questions, hitting around the bush, rather than going for the question she wanted to ask. Logan would humour her, answering all of her unnecessary questions, and wouldn't even take credit for solving half the puzzle.

"Glissando." He said without a minute of hesitation. Katelyn scribbled the word down, before putting the crossword on the tabled and focusing on him.

"How did you even know that?" she questioned, and Logan chuckled.

"Kendall's music stuff rubs off on you, when you've been around him for as long as I have." He said, pressing another kiss on her cheek "Plus, I'm a genius."

"Yeah, a tone deaf one." She teased, pushing his head away when he tried to nuzzle her ear "It tickles." She defended to Logan's dejected puppy dog eyes.

"Speaking of the devil," Logan decided to change topics "Where is my best friend?"

"When I woke up he was yelling at the MTV people for cutting off early a 'Sixteen and pregnant' marathon, to play a Teen Wolf episode." Katelyn said, tapping her pen against the table. She laughed when Logan's eyebrows reached his hairline, his jaw almost hitting the floor.

"Kendall was watching...?" Logan trailed off, and Katelyn nodded. The brunette shook his head, and ran a hand through his hair "Okay I-I need to talk to him."

"Something serious?" Katelyn asked, her attention drawn back to her puzzle.

"Ugh no, nothing to worry about." Logan lied.

"Oh okay. Come get me when you are done, and maybe we could go for a coffee?" she suggested, glancing up at him. Logan flashed her a smile.

"It's a date."

Kendall was still watching tv when Logan made his way into their living room, but he'd changed channels and was now watching a CSI New York episode, muttering under his breath.

"No Mac, don't be stupid; it's obvious the killer is the landlord!" the blonde said, aggressively slapping his hand against his knee.

"Well yeah, but he won't suspect him until he finds out the landlord's underage daughter was sleeping with the vic." Logan said from behind the couch, causing Kendall to jump up, a hand clenching over his heart.

"Fucking fuck, Loges! You scared the crap out of me!" Logan smirked.

"Sorry, didn't mean too." Kendall grumbled under his breath, before dropping back to the couch, arms crossed over his chest.

"So...What's up?" Logan asked, taking a seat next to him. Kendall shrugged; his eyes glued on the screen across from him.

"Nothing much; watching some TV to kill time."

"Aha..Did you sleep?" Logan asked, and Kendall's green eyes slid from the TV screen over to Logan and back.

"Sure."

"When?" Logan pressed. Kendall let a frustrated huff, letting Logan know he was close to snapping.

"Last night." He lied unconvincingly.

"C'mon, you can do better than that!"

"Logan, fuck! I slept, and I ate, and I pooped, okay?! You can stop mothering me now, and let me watch some goddamn television!" Kendall yelled, never turning to look at Logan. The brunet reached for the remote that was resting next to his thigh, and pressing the power button the TV was off. Kendall growled, covering his face with his hands.

"Now we can talk." Logan said calmly, leaning against the back of the couch.

"There's nothing to talk about." Kendall's voice was muffled, but the anger was obvious in it.

"Oh there's plenty." Logan countered, feeling his own anger building up "Like for example; how come you always fall asleep on the kitchen table? Or why I found you lying at the corridor the other night? Or maybe what the fuck is up with you slicing yourself up!" The last sentence was yelled, and Kendall's head snapped up.

"I don't." he said meekly, causing Logan to glare at him.

"I know what I saw."

"It was just one time, I just-I-" Kendall was too frustrated to put his emotions into words, so he ended up groaning once again, rubbing a hand over his forehead.

"You just?" Logan questioned, not willing to let it go.

"Look, I know that if I wanted it to be effective I should've cut upwards towards the inside of the elbow, and not across, alright? You told me that once, so I knew what I was doing!" Kendall yelled.

"You still could've cut yourself too deep, loose too much blood! What would you have done then, huh?" Logan demanded.

"I would've come and get you, obviously." Kendall was back into being sarcastic, and Logan fisted one of the pillows in his hands.

"Why the hell did you that for, Kendall?"

"Wanted to see what colour my blood is?"

"Cut the crap! What about the bruises on your ribs? And the scratches on your hands? And there was a bump on your head...You passed out on the mat!" Logan was now the one yelling, as he jumped off the couch "What the hell is going on, dude?"

"It's nothing, will you shut up about it already?"

"Are you getting into fights, is that what it is?" Kendall avoided his gaze, and Logan all but crashed on the floor. "You getting into fights?" he asked again, his voice much higher than usual as he tried to comprehend what was going on.

"Well, you know how I get when I'm drunk..." Kendall's attempt to joke about it, had Logan seeing red.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" He all but hollered, yanking Kendall from the couch by grabbing the front of his shirt. The blonde was too stunned to do anything, as Logan pushed him against the side wall of the living room, hard enough to make him grunt in pain.

"Logan, what-"

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" Logan demanded, both his hands pushing Kendall's shoulders on the wall, holding him there. Kendall simply shook his head, not looking at his friend "Answer me!"

"Because I hate it, okay?! I hate everything I've turned into, and I can't take hating myself!" Kendall cried out, his hands balled into fists "I hate sitting on my ass all day, I hate that I haven't even touched my guitar since we moved here, I hate that I have to rely on you for everything, and I hate that you don't hate me for it!" by now his throat felt itchy, due to him screaming it raw, and Kendall worried that maybe he'd done some permanent damage to his vocal cords. And then he chuckled at the stupid thought; what did it matter anyway? "I hate you for not hating me, Logan."

Logan's arms fell by his sides, and he took several steps back, looking at Kendall liked he'd just slapped him. His chest was moving rapidly as he gulped in oxygen, the adrenaline surging through his veins the only thing that kept him up straight.

"Do you even know what it feels like to be a nobody?" Kendall's voice was calm now, but his eyes were still shining with fury "To watch your dream slip away from you, farther away with each day that passes? What it feels like when your best friend, who will have to work his ass off for the rest of his life to pay for his university loans, is the person you go to for pocket money? It fucking sucks, Logie."

Logan wanted to say something, anything; anything to stop Kendall from crumbling down before his eyes. But he was speechless.

"Oh, and just who the hell do you think you are to pass judgment, hah?" Kendall questioned, pushing himself off the wall, and entering Logan's personal space "Your life is no better than mine."

"W-what are you talking about?" Logan managed to choke out. Kendall seemed to seize him for a moment; his head cocked on the side, his eyes calculative. Then without any explanation he grabbed his arm, and dragged him to the kitchen. Katelyn looked up the minute they stepped in, feeling the atmosphere changing in the room.

"I'm talking about being sick and tired of you two lying to each other's faces and calling it love." Kendall's voice was loud, but he wasn't yelling. Logan swallowed past the lump in his throat and turned to look at his friend.

"Kendall-" but he was cut off.

"Tell him, or I will." Kendall said, almost calmly, his eyes pinning into Katelyn's, who seemed to shrink into herself. She shook her head slightly, and Logan rounded on Kendall, dread suddenly filling the pit of his stomach.

"Kendall, what's going on?" he questioned, but Kendall was still looking at Katelyn.

"Why don't you ask your fiancée?" Logan's eyes returned to Katelyn's, that were now brimming with tears "What's the matter, Miss goody-two-shoes? Cat got your tongue?"

Logan knew he should probably be defending Katelyn, but something stopped him; Kendall would never be offensive towards her for no reason. True, the two didn't like each other all that much, but Kendall had never been anything but friendly towards her, ever since Logan introduced the two.

"Kendall, please." Katelyn whispered, as a couple of tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Okay then, I shall tell him." Kendall seemed to be reluctant as he looked at Logan, whose eyes were flickering between the two blondes. He gave him a soft smile, before sighing and "Logan, Katelyn kissed Jett."

"You...Jett...what?" Logan had to grab one of the chairs closest to him, to prevent himself from smashing something.

"Logan, I'm so sorry! It only happened once, and I was drunk. I swear it didn't mean anything! We were at this party, and I was missing you like crazy, and Jett..." Katelyn's voice broke, and so did the dam that was holding back her tears.

There was a part of him screaming and crying, a part that wanted to kick and hurt someone, or break something. And it felt like that part, which was rather silent surprisingly, was a black hole dragging towards it every happy thought he ever had; all of his dreams with Katelyn, his hopes for a family with her, it was all going down that hole, leaving him numb.

He recognised he was being a hypocrite, but he couldn't help it. He just felt so utterly betrayed, so hurt and angry...or well, he would've felt all that, if he weren't numb.

It was only a kiss, the little voice echoed inside his mind.

Yes, but a kiss is never just a kiss, Logan conquered. Katelyn had kissed Jett. Jett his roommate, who happened to be socially retarded and a kid at heart. Jett who always joked about fancying her. Oh yeah, it was definitely more than just a kiss, at least on his end.

"Logan? Please, Logan, say something." Katelyn begged with him, not daring to get up from her chair. Logan cleared his throat, and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He frowned, and tried again,

"Is that why you've been so distant lately?" his voice sounded dead to his own ears.

"I felt so guilty! I tried to tell you, but it was so hard, Logan. I love you so much, and lying to you-"

"Blah, blah, blah." Kendall spoke over her words faking a yawn "Boring." He added "Now, your turn."

Logan didn't even register Kendall's voice, not until the blond laid his hand on his shoulder. He jumped, startled, and looked up at Kendall who was looking at him expectantly.

"What?"

"I think it's time to come clean, buddy." Kendall said, squeezing his shoulder.

Logan's gaze moved to Katelyn, who had been reduced into a pool of tears and silent moans. Her cheeks were flushed, her nose runny, and her eyes puffy, but all that Logan felt looking at her, was benumbed. She had one arm wrapped around her middle, the other pressing over her mouth, probably to muffle her sobs. Kendall squeezed his shoulder again, and Logan swallowed.

"Lynn, it's okay." He whispered, and Katelyn raised her eyes to him, the tears glistening in them.

"It's not, Loges, it's not okay." She mumbled.

"It could be, because I'm willing to overlook it, because god Lynn; I do love you." And even though he was being honest, every word was spoken in a monotone that wasn't very convincing "But Kendall is right; I need to come clean, and afterwards you'll probably hate me."

Katelyn shot up from her chair, nearly knocking it off in her haste. She crossed the room to reach him, her head quickly snuggling against his chest, her arms coming around his waist.

"I could never hate you." She whispered, and Logan sighed again, his arms closing around her middle. He held her close for a second, memorizing how she felt pressed against his body, how her shampoo smelled as her curls tickled his nose, how her heartbeats always seemed to be in perfect sync with his. And then he pulled her at arms' length, pinning in her eyes.

"I slept with Erin."

It was like he could see the word coming apart at the seams in her eyes. At first there was nothing, just the two of them standing there, blinking at each other. Katelyn soon started trembling, as he held her in place, her head moving from side to side as the simple motion would make his words not to be true. The tears had stopped cascading down her face, and now a horrified look had taken over her eyes, as she stared at him. He could see her world shuttering, and yet it was the calmest he felt in weeks; the secret was finally out. The guilt was still there, and under the layers of numbness the hurt and sadness were also there, but the lying part was over.

"What?" Katelyn's horrified whisper brought him back.

"I slept with Erin." He repeated, his hands still holding her arms.

"When? Why? I-I don't understand..."

"I don't know why, probably because I missed you too much and she was there." Logan said, knowing how bad it sounded "And I wish I could've just waited like twelve hours, because then I came home and you were here and I-"

"You slept with her the day before you proposed to me?"

"I'm sorry." Was all he could say. Katelyn blinked, some tears clinging on her eyelashes but not falling.

There was a deafening silence, and Logan wasn't really sure how long it lasted. Katelyn simply stood there, watching him, a million and one feelings flashing through her eyes. In the end she settled for sorrow. She slowly leaned forward, and brushed her lips over his.

"Me too." She whispered, biting on her lower lip. Logan slid his hands down her arms, intertwining their fingers, and pulling her closer.

"Not something you can overlook, huh?" he asked, his head resting against her shoulder. Katelyn's body was stiffer than usual, but he was glad she still allowed him to hold her.

"I wish I could." She whispered, her breath hitting his neck. Logan squeezed both her hands, his thumbs running over her knuckles, as he buried his face in her hair.

Maybe if they were a different couple they would've fought. Maybe there would've been a lot of yelling, and crying and even slapping. Maybe their talk would've ended with one of them slamming the door to the other's face. But they weren't a different couple; they were Logan and Katelyn, who loved each other, but had lost their way. And hurting each other more than they'd already done was out of the question.

"You are going to be brilliant for me, yeah? Make me proud?" Katelyn said, pressing a kiss over his pulse point, before pulling back and looking him in the eye. Logan tried to force a smile on his face, but he failed. He nodded anyway.

"Of course." He said softly, and was rewarded with the faintest upwards twist of her lips, but he'd take it over her tears any day. Katelyn leaned her forehead against his.

"I'll always love you, Logan Mitchell." She murmured against his lips. She kissed him sweetly, one last time, and then he stepped away.

"And you'll always be my favourite girl, Lynn." He said, dropping her hands.

"I'll send someone to get my things." Logan nodded, and after a long second that felt more an aeon, Katelyn turned on her heel and walked away.

Logan heard the entrance door closing, and he gave permission to himself to slam against the chair he'd been leaning on. Elbows on his knees, Logan hid his face in his hands, his fingers gripping at his hair. The full realisation of what had just happened hadn't hit him yet, and Logan knew he needed to be prepared for when that happened. And by prepared he meant drunk out of his freaking mind.

"Talk about an emotionally draining morning." Kendall's voice floated to him, and Logan lifted his head enough to see him leaning against the frame of the door "I left when the mushy crap started." His friend explained, when Logan frowned in confusion.

"There wasn't much mush." Logan said with a small shrug. He sighed heavily, his fingers pressing the back of his neck. Kendall dragged one of the chairs next to his, and sat on it backwards.

"What I said earlier, about hating you...I might've been exaggerating." He admitted, and Logan finally felt something other than numbness, and he smiled "It's more like an intense dislike." The blond teased, his trademark smirk plastered on his lips. Logan rolled his eyes.

"You're a dick, Knight, anyone ever told you that?"

"Plenty of people."

"Well they are right, and I just broke up with my fiancée, so I'm not in the mood." Logan muttered "Oh, and I'm still pissed at you for wasting yourself."

"Unbelievable! You just got dumped, and found out you've been cheated on, and you are still going on about that?"

"You are my friend, Ken, and I worry about you." Logan said, ignoring the stab of pain he felt at Kendall's choice of words; the numbness was wearing off fast "I don't want you to throw yourself away." Kendall sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"We'll worry about me later." He said in a tone of voice that didn't leave any option for objection "Now come on." He continued, getting off his chair, and dragging Logan out of his "Let's go do something crazy!" he waggled his eyebrows, and slid his arm over Logan's shoulders. Logan chuckled, and could do nothing but follow.

A/N; So...that was that! Kendall is depressed, kinda. He also broke up Logan and Katelyn, kinda...I feel like the actual break up was kinda lame, what do you think? Let me know! I'll see ya again when I see ya!

P.S #2; I finally updated on a Sunday again! (Well Sunday for me at least..)