A/N: hope you all got my PMs. I hope this chapter makes up for it! :) Hope you guys are ready for this one! Not much to say except there is some swearing in this one from Kendall. Sorry, he just gets really upset. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own BTR

Kendall's POV

James and I looked at each other eye-to-eye. Neither of us said a word, yet we both knew exactly what the other was thinking.

"We're not on the same beach," I said softly. James nodded. Where the hell were we? I started to panic. I have absolutely no idea where we are, there are no people around at all, and Logan is nowhere to be found.

"We gotta find Logan. I gotta call my mom. Oh my God, we're on a deserted island with no one around and no food." I started to hyperventilate. I couldn't catch my breath and suddenly I'm out cold, hitting my head on the hot sand.

James' POV

Kendall freaks out. Like, bad. I've never seen him so scared since back when his dad died. I tried calling him but it's like he couldn't hear me.

"Kendall," He just kept on rambling. "Kendall, listen to me, you need to relax." He starts choking and eventually falls to the ground. I try to catch him, but I fail. I flip him over so he's on his back and I check to see if he's breathing. Thankfully, he is. I try to gently slap him awake, but he doesn't budge.

"Kendall, are you okay? You need to get up," I say to him quietly, still gently slapping his cheek. He moans, which I take as an "I'm okay," and I take off my shirt. I walk over to the water and sink it in. I push it all the way down and move it around so that it soaks up a lot of water, and I bring it back over to Kendall. I squeeze it over Kendall's face and watch to see if it wakes him up. It doesn't, but he does move so I move him out of the sun and into the shade under a nearby palm tree. I figure he'd wake up when he's ready.

Kendall's POV

The air felt a lot cooler. It must have all been a dream. A horrible, horrible dream. At least it's over. I sat up and opened my eyes, and looked around. It wasn't a dream. My head hurt so bad, it felt like I had just gotten in a fight. I looked around and observed the area I was in. The sky was still bright, it looked maybe about 3pm. I saw James over to my right fidgeting with something.

"What are you doing?" I asked him. My voice sounded hoarse.

"Oh good, you're up. I was starting to get worried. How do you feel?" He didn't move from his spot. I just point to whatever it was that he was holding. "Oh, I was trying to break open this coconut, but it's not working. I'm so hungry!" He threw the coconut in the water. I was hungry too. We haven't eaten since yesterday!

"Any sign of Logan?" I ask. He shook his head.

"I didn't really look though; this island is much bigger than the other one. And there is way more trees." James said.

"I hope he's okay," I say quietly. Even though I didn't know him 2 months ago, I can't imagine having to go on without him. "I really hope he's not hurt, or worse." I stopped myself from going any further with that comment. I stood up and went over to the water. I washed my face and arms and felt cool afterward because of the nice breeze that was here.

"We should probably explore the island a little bit more," James said, as he made his way over to me. I looked over towards all the trees. It's like we were in a forest on an island, if that's possible.

"Yeah," I agreed, heading back to my spot under the tree. "We need to search for Logan before it gets too dark." We started our search. James searched the south end of the island while I searched the north. We just drew the letters N, S, E, and W in the sand to show where we assumed North, South, East, and West would be. I'm not really sure if I was really searching the north side. It turns out, this beach is a lot larger than the one we were on yesterday. I made it to the east side in about an hour and a half with still no sign of Logan. I started to call his name.

"Logan," I wasn't being really loud, but loud enough so that he could here me if he was here. "Oh Logan, I hope you're okay."

Logan's POV

Struggling…struggling…deep water…fear…can't…..swim…..kick legs…stroke arms…..I see…..land…..kick legs…..stroke arms….. gotta get to land…..kick legs….stroke arms….struggling…..salt water…can't do it…drowning…..Kendall.

Kendall's POV

"Logan?" I repeatedly call out his name in the hopes of hearing a response, but nothing ever comes. Occasionally I'll hear James' voice doing the same thing in the distance. My voice hurts but I don't wanna stop because what if I called one final time and he was actually able to hear me? It's that little bit of hope that keeps me going. It so hot out right now and there are no clouds in the sky. Luckily this place is filled with trees. I sit down by a tree for a moment to catch my breath. I take in my surroundings. I hear noises, but I don't know what they are. They sound like some time of bird, but I'm not too sure. I'm not even afraid though. This is all kinda calming, despite the horrible circumstances.

"Kendall?" I heard James calling.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Over here!" I waved my arm in the air so he could see me. He found me and stood above me.

"You okay?" he asks me. I think for a moment.

"I don't really know," I respond. There was silence for a while. I could tell the sun was starting to go down. "We should keep looking before it gets too dark." I stand up and head out of the trees and towards the beach. James and I take off in opposite directions again, this time him searching north and me searching south. We searched until sundown. I kept tripping over stuff because I couldn't really see well. I was getting really frustrated. I fell maybe like fifty times.

"I give up! I quit! Logan's dead! I quit! Fuck this beach! Fuck everything! I just wanna go home!" I couldn't stop yelling. I just let loose and started crying. I heard footsteps coming toward me and knew it was James. I didn't even care if he saw me cry. I was so frustrated.

"Did you say Logan is dead?" He looked really worried. I just kept crying. "Where is he?!" He yelled at me.

"I don't know," I said finally.

"So why did you say he died? Jesus, Kendall, don't scare me like that!" He looked really mad. Honestly, I don't even remember saying that. I just remember yelling.

"I'm sorry!" I stayed silent for a while and tried to catch my breath. "I'm sorry," I said, more sincere this time. I felt really bad about saying Logan was dead. What if he was? I threw up in my mouth a little bit. I didn't want to think of that.

"Look, we should just crash for the night. It's too dark to see now anyways. We'll keep looking tomorrow." James said. I agreed. I was exhausted. I needed to sleep. We made our way back out to the beach and I laid down where James had me before, under the palm tree. James laid next to me, about an arm's length away. I crashed immediately. My dreams were full of Logan. Not hurt or dead, but alive and totally fine. He wasn't even harmed. He was healthy and happy, and with me. I enjoyed every minute of them and even felt myself smiling in my sleep. I woke up to the loud sound of thunder. I sat up to catch my breath. That rumble of thunder was loud, it actually kinda scared me. I saw James still sleeping. There was no rain though; it was just the noise of the thunder.

It was really dark, maybe around 2am. I walked down to the water (which is maybe about 30 feet from where I was sleeping) and wiped my face. I sat down in the shallow water and just looked at the sky. I thought about that time I brought Logan to the Chinese buffet and he said a prayer. He thanked me for being his friend. I thought for a moment and decided to try it for myself. I prayed. I don't know to whom, but I prayed. I prayed that Logan was okay. That he was safe wherever he was. I just sat there for a while after that. I just looked out to sea. There really was nothing out there, nothing but water. I started to nod off a little bit and I rested my head in my hands. My left cheek was resting in my left palm and I opened and closed my eyes slowly. I stayed in this position for a while until I noticed something in between my blinks. It looked like Logan. I must be falling asleep again. Soon enough, I was out.

As I slowly began to regain consciousness, I realized my left cheek was on fire. Not really but it felt like it because of the position I had slept in. I had my head in my hand the whole time. I rubbed my cheek with one hand and rubbed my eyes with the other. It was still dark out and I wasn't sure what time it was. I was still near the water. I was just so lazy I didn't feel like going all the way back to the tree, 30 feet away. I was bored too. I started to throw little pebbles that were nearby. I threw one and my hand had some type of spasm and the pebble missed the water completely and landed a little to my right down the shore. I looked over to where it landed and thought I was falling asleep again. I saw Logan.

"Am I going insane?" I asked myself. Why do I keep seeing him everywhere? I walked down to grab the pebble I was playing with and I tripped over something. It was Logan! What the hell? When did he get here? Is he okay? I just kinda sat there and stared at him for a minute. I pinched myself a couple times to make sure I was asleep. I wasn't. He was on his stomach, completely soaked in water. I flipped him over quickly and checked if he was breathing. He wasn't. I did only what I thought of first. I need to do CPR. I grabbed onto his nose and released a full breath of air into his mouth. I started the chest compressions as well. After only three of them Logan started to choke. I could finally breathe again. I didn't realize it but I had been holding my breath the whole time. Logan choked a couple more times and threw up some water. Then he sat up, well, tried to. He seemed really weak. It sounded like he was trying to say something to me, but it only came out as mumbles.

"Logan, relax. You're safe now." I was talking really soft and sweet. I know he gets scared sometimes. I lifted him up from his shoulders and rested his body on mine. I rubbed his back. "It's okay, buddy." He just kept mumbling, and coughing here and there. His eyes were closed as well. But the most important thing was he was alive. I kept rubbing his back. I knew he liked that.

"Kendall?" I heard him say after a while.

"Logan. You're okay. Thank God you're okay." I squeezed him so hard and kissed his head.

"Kendall?" He asked me again.

"Yeah buddy?"

"I don't like swimming." I laughed and hugged him tighter. I looked at him and saw that he opened his eyes. He looked sleepy though.

"You can rest Logan. I'll be here. And James is just over there." I pointed to where he was sleeping. Before I could even get an answer from him, I heard him snoring. I held onto him a little tighter that night, listening to the rumbles of the thunder, thankful to whoever answered my prayer.

Hope you liked it and I hope to update as soon as I'm able to! :)