IOINSLFKNPAWEFAVNA;WIENAS;KFNALDKGFNAWIEFNLAKDSFAVNE! I KEEP WRTING THIS CHAPTER, AND I KEEP HATING IT! GAH!

I could seriously strangle myself, I'm so mad at this, so sorry if it's crap, but I'm on the verge of giving up, you feel me?

Kendall burst in the room, and was shocked with what he saw.

Logan had pulled on the now clean pants he had worn in underneath his hospital gown and shrugged James's hoodie on over top. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, tugging on his socks and sneakers. His IV's were dripping onto the floor, and all the machines previously hooked up to him had deadpanned.

"Um, where do you think you're going?" Kendall asked, crossing his arms. Logan's eyes flickered up at him nervously, and then went back to the laces he was tying.

"Home?" he answered, phrasing it more like a question, knowing full well that if Kendall didn't want him to go, he wasn't going. Kendall slammed the door closed behind him, standing solidly in front of it. Logan sighed. "So I guess that's a no?" Kendall looked murderous.

"How could you ever think it'd be a yes? Logan, you're hurt. Lie back down. I'll go get the doctor so he can," he wiggled his fingers at the dangling tubes and wires, "reconnect you," he said uncomfortably.

Logan looked distressed.

Carlos scratched his chin, staring intently at his pudding choices. "You see, chocolate has a surprisingly rich flavor, whereas the light, tastiness of vanilla can defiantly be appreciated…" Carlos babbled on, completely distracted by 'the awesomest incrediblest yummiest awesomest food ever'. James's mind, however, was whirling.

What wasn't Carlos telling him? He'd asked on the way down, but the Latino's lips were sealed, and James didn't want to press it. He doubted Carlos reliving what he now referred to as 'the moment' would help him get anymore answers out of him.

He had seemed so worked up. James was completely and utterly sick of having to see him like that. Carlos was normally so bright and… enthusiastic, to put it nicely. Seeing him so upset was unnerving. If it was up to James, none of his friends would ever cry again. Of course, that wasn't exactly an option.

"Carlos," he addressed the younger boy, working up his courage. "I need to talk to you."

"You can't tell me not to go!" Logan fought back desperately, knowing it was useless. Kendall raised an eyebrow. Logan squirmed under his stare, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and wincing as he touched the bruise that had formed there. His body felt like it was on fire, but, you know, being tasered seemed to have that effect on people.

"Why do you want to go?" Kendall asked him seriously, and puffing out his chest as if to intimidate. Sometimes Logan just needed a little push to talk. Logan laced his fingers through his hair nervously.

"It's not like I want to, it's just, he wouldn't, but, I don't know… it's not important," he mumbled incoherently. Kendall picked apart his words, making sense of some of it.

"Who is this 'he' who's making you do things you don't want to, that could possibly hurt you?" the blonde asked, ready to tear whoever it was apart. Logan bit his lip.

"He's not making me do anything really," he admitted, "it's just- woah, woah, wait," Logan caught himself. "I said it's not important."

"What was up with Logan," James asked finally, his curiousity getting the better of him as Carlos shoveled his pudding into his mouth. The loaded spoon stopped in midair.

"Whaddya mean?" Carlos asked, refusing to meet James's eyes. He scooted his chair a little closer to the Latino, searching his expression for any giveaways.

"I mean," James began patiently, "why did you come out of Logan's hospital room sobbing?" Carlos bit his lip, feeling nauseous. This isn't exactly a conversation he wanted to be having right now. Let alone at all.

"He was attached to all those wires and I wa-" the skeptical look James was shooting him cut him off. "Logan was going to tell me something," he stirred his pudding. "Something… something I wouldn't be allowed to you guys." He said, becoming ever interested at everything that wasn't James's face. James's eyebrows knit together as he processed what Carlos was saying.

"Like… like a Jimmy thing?" Carlos squirmed.

"I don't know. He was crying really hard, and" he held back tears himself, "he wouldn't let me near him. I didn't know what to do, so I left to get Kendall…" he trailed off, unwanted memories flooding his mind. James pushed his pudding a little closer to him, and Carlos forgot everything immediately, attacking his 'favoritest food' happily.

"Is this about Jimmy?" Kendall questioned him, becoming angry.

"No," Logan said squeamishly.

"Then who?"

"No one."

"But you think he would rather you're home?"

"Yes."

"Then who?" Kendall asked, frustrated.

"No one." Kendall groaned, exasperated. Logan was so stubborn when it came to talking about himself. Luckily for Kendall, he was worse. He cracked his knuckles, dragging a chair across from Logan and taking a seat.

"Who?" Logan pursed his lips together and sat on his hands, feeling the dead weight of Kendall's hard stare. After a moment, when it was painfully obvious Logan wasn't going to say anything, he tried again. "Logan, who?" There were another few minutes of silence. It was time to pull out the big guns. Kendall pouted, "Come on, Logie, tell me who!" he begged. Logan wavered.

"My dad."

Yeesh. I don't like it.

YO! Blooper alert. Okay, so in Big Time Mansion, in their montage where they clean up the house, it ends with Logan, Carlos, and James letting go of the newly glued together statue. BUT THEN when Gustavo comes home Mrs. Knight is counting down the seconds for it to dry. IT WAS ALREADY DONE!