Does anyone else realize it's been quite a few months since I've written and posted on here? I'm so sorry. Life just kinda turned into a roller coaster filled with nephews being born, grandparents dying, parents fighting, all that jazz. I think I've told you guys, but I got a new computer, so anything I had been writing previously is gone.

I feel like I should say more, but I'm gonna leave a little sppech I have for the end A/N.

So, onto the new chapter.

92. All That I Have

Kendall woke up abruptly. He laid still for a second, thinking over whether it was worth opening his eyes to see what time it was, when he felt a poke to his side, soon followed by a, "Kendall, wake up."

He recognized the voice as Carlos', and decided he probably should get up. He rolled over and opened his eyes, and was met instantly with Carlos' face, and he was a lot closer than Kendall had expected. Kendall let out a, manly, yelp. He jumped back slightly, holding a hand over his chest. "Whoa Carlos," He said softly, looking up at the clock on his bedside table, which clearly read 2:17. "No giving people heart attacks before 5 a.m."

"Sorry." Carlos replied, his voice hushed in a whisper. "It was kind of important."

Kendall furrowed his eyebrows. "What's important at 2 in the morning?"

Carlos sighed and moved slightly, so Kendall could see across the room. What was to be expected, a sleeping- possibly stirring- Logan, was not what Kendall saw. Instead, he saw James, watching him closely, with Logan wrapped tightly in his arms, his face buried in James' chest.

Kendall jumped up, sleep forgotten, and quickly walked across the room, Carlos on his tail. While Carlos sat down on the other side of James, Kendall decided on sitting on his knees in front of the bed. "Nightmare?" He asked gently, putting a hand on Logan's knee.

Logan pulled away from James and nodded. "Everyone died. First Carlos, then James, then me, then you."

Kendall nodded. Nightmares weren't unusal for Logan. He had a very active imagination from all his reading, but with his paraniod mind, his imagination usually turned against him when he was asleep. "We're not dead, Loges. And we won't be for a long time."

Logan laughed. "I know, I know. It's just...have you ever thought about it?"

Kendall raised an eyebrow. "About what?" Even though he felt wide awake, Kendall's brain had yet to reach that point.

"About dying, crazy." Logan said, leaning closer to James again, James instanty wrapping an arm around him. After a couple seconds of silence, Logan added, "Have you?"

Kendall stood up and sat on the bed. "Well, not really." Kendall was a live-in-the-moment type of guy, never really giving deep thoughts to the past or the future unless he had to. He leaned forward slightly, looking at Carlos. "Have you?"

Carlos shook his head. Turning and looking up slightly, poking James in the shoulder. James shrugged. "Sometimes I do, but..." James shrugged again.

The room was filled with silence again, in which time all 4 boys shifted. Soon, they were all sprawled out of Logan's bed. Well, it looked sprawled, but it was quite natural for the four boys. Logan's head had gone from James' chest to Kendall's, with his legs ontop of Carlos, who was laying on James' upper half fully, while James' lower half was tangled with Kendall's. They were tangled in each other, but comfortable tangled.

The comfortable silence was broken when Kendall felt something wet dripping into his t-shirt, and a small sniffle echo across the room. Kendall pulled an arm out from under both James and Logan to wrap it around Logan. Kendall didn't have to say anything. Right now, all that was needed was a small, comforting sqeeuze to get Logan to open up.

"I don't know what I would do without you guys..." Logan whispered weakly.

In almost an instant, Kendall and Logan had somehow shifted to the middle of the bed, Carlos somehow had shifted to the other side of them, and both James and Carlos had wrapped there arms around Logan also, turning there little organized-sprawl into a pile of limbs.

"I-I could n-never fit in." Logan cried into Kendall's chest. "I was alw-ways going f-from place to p-place." Logan took a deep breath. "And then I m-move into this s-mall town in Minnie-who-now and not e-even two weeks in these three r-ridiculous boys take me in i-instanly.

"And n-now, years ha-ave gone by, and those th-ree ridiculous boys h-ave yet to l-let me go, no m-matter ho-ow hard I've t-tried sometimes." Logan laughed lightly, hiccuping every now and then. "And I c-can't help but w-onder wha-at's going to ha-appen when tho-se three boys have to le-eave me. W-what's going to happen wh-en all I-I have is g-gone?"

Although none of them would admit it, Carlos, James, and Kendall all had tears in their own eyes, some even dripping down onto the bed. Kendall took a deep breath, planning on giving words of comfort, but instead a choked sob escaped and he pulled Logan closer to him. Carlos and James also went in closer, wrapping arms around Logan and Kendall. It was a little protective box, each boy getting comfort from each other.

Logan's question never got answered, because now each boy was asking themselves the same question. Even though they ignored the fact, they were all growing up, drifting apart ever so slightly. And the longer the silence remained, the deeper in the thoughts each boy became.

After some time, Logan shifted in the tight hold the boys had formed around him. Sitting up slightly to look at them, Logan couldn't help but smile when three pair of eyes met his, filled with concern, love, and tears. Taking a deep breath, Logan laid back down against Kendall, shutting his eyes, and saying, "I don't care what I'll have to do, but I'm gonna make sure we stay together as long as possible. You guys are all I have and I'm not losing you without a fight."

The three boys let out words of agreement, and returned to there positions around each other. Comfort settled in the air, because the words rang true. None of them we going to give up without a fight. Even though they had family and others they could still count on, in their opinions, they were all each other had most of the time.

I feel proud of this story, and I hope you all enjoyed it. If the beginning is a little off it's because this originally was Dying, but I changed it about halfway through. I think it works nicely, but still.

Even though I haven't written on here for a while, I've been working on my non-published short stories for a while. And before I started working on this chapter, I went back to re-read some of my old chapters, and I feel like my writing has changed through-out the time I've been on here. It was more newbie-ish when I started, since I was still new, and I guess I still sorta am since this is really the only story I work on, but now I feel like it's grown. I don't know if some of you feel the same way or not, but this is just my opinion my writing.

Also, I'm going over to one of my friends house tonight. We're both huge Rushers, and I'm planning on writing when I get there, so hopefully I'll have another chapter tonight/tomorrow. I'm working on Theme 8 right now, so that's what will probably be up.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and please review.

Ella.