hey guys here's a kinda dramtic chapter but it's short sorry its all i had time for... oh and by the way my new story Change is Hard is up so check it out ;) so please review and enjoy! oh and i own nothing but y'all already know that.
All four boys slept in until 10:30 the next day. Logan, as usual, was the first to wake up among the guys. He checked his blood sugar then went into the kitchen to eat breakfast. After he ate some cereal he decided to let the guys sleep and go to the park. He went upstairs and changed then wrote a note and put it on the fridge. The raven-haired boy then walked down to the lobby then out to the park.
"Well, well, well, look who's finally come out of his nest." Logan cringed at the painfully familiar voice. He turned around and saw none other than Peter Stevens, the biggest jerk at the Palmwoods. He was an actor and stunt person who usually played murderers on cop shows. For some reason, he loved to pick on Logan, although he usually stayed away from him when his three hockey playing best friends were around.
"What do you want, Peter?" Logan groaned. He had had enough problems the past couple weeks, and he really didn't want to add Peter to the list.
"Well, Mitchell, I've just missed you. I mean, I haven't been seeing you around. Is it because you're ashamed of your disease?" Peter taunted. Logan knew the bully wanted to fight, but he had no intention of getting into one. Besides, although Logan was pretty toned since Gustavo made them work out, he would never be able to stand a chance against the 6'5, 190lb body builder. Logan turned to walk away but Peter shoved him into a tree.
"I don't want any trouble. Just let me go." Logan pleaded with his anger along with fear rising.
"You may not, but it's been way too long since I've had any real fun. It's pretty hard to find you not with your hockey head friends."
"Dude, what's your problem? Why can't you just leave me alone, in case you didn't know my friends and I kinda have bigger things to worry about than jerks like you." Logan fumed.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Some dude tried to kill your little Mexican friend. Too bad he failed." Peter said smugly. That's when Logan lost it. He kicked Peter in the stomach then punched him in the face. Peter quickly recovered, however, and punched Logan so hard in the side of the head he saw stars and fell to the ground. Logan kicked out again but Peter jumped to the side and avoided the blow. He then proceeded to kick the crap out of Logan who was trying to regain his ground. Suddenly, a great dark force yanked Peter away from Logan and slammed him into the same tree Logan was pinned to moments before.
"Dude, what's your problem?" Peter asked trying to sound intimidating although fear invaded his voice.
"My problem is you're beating on one of my boys, and I DON'T appreciate that. He's had to go through a lot of crap in the past couple weeks and I'm not about to let him go through anymore. Are we clear?" Freight Train hissed. Peter nodded frightfully then Freight Train shoved him to the ground. "Now leave, before I lose my temper." Peter's eyes widened then he scrambled to his feet and ran away. Freight Train then turned his attention to the beaten boy on the ground.
"Th-thanks Freight Train." Logan smiled weakly. His eye was already beginning to blacken, and blood was dripping from his nose and busted lip.
"Can't I turn away for five minutes without you guys getting hurt?" Freight Train sighed and pulled Logan to his feet. "Are you okay?"
"I think so. I might have a few bruised ribs but I don't think anything's broken and I'm pretty sure I don't have a concussion." Logan replied.
"Okay, let's go get you cleaned up." Freight Train announced then scooped Logan up onto his back.
"I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own, you know." Logan complained.
"I know, but I don't wanting you tripping or something and getting hurt more. I'm tired off you guys getting hurt." Freight Train asserted.
"You and me both." The two made their way back to 2j and walked in to find James and Carlos were still sleeping. Kendall was in the kitchen trying to make himself breakfast but dropped his bowl when he saw Logan and Freight Train.
"Oh my gosh Logan what happened to you!?" Kendall exclaimed.
"I found him being beaten up by this guy in the park." Freight Train answered.
"Hey, I got a few good hits in!" Logan interjected weakly.
"Let me guess: Peter Stevens?" Kendall sighed as he got a washcloth and wet it. Freight Train led Logan to the couch and sat him down. Kendall came over and gently started cleaning Logan's face. He winced in pain whenever Kendall touched his nose or lip but he stayed quiet long enough for his face to be cleaned. Freight Train then got some ice for Logan's black eye and had him press it against the ever growing bruise. James and Carlos woke up from all the commotion and immediately demanded to know what happened to Logan.
"Man, I hate that guy." Carlos groaned.
"He's lucky I'm stuck in this bed or else I'd go teach him to mess with my brother." James fumed.
"Don't worry, guys, I'm fine. Plus, Freight Train here already scared the crap out of him." Logan returned smiling at the massive man.
"Just doing my job; although my job would be a lot easier if you guys were all wrapped in bubble wrap." Freight Train shook his head.
"Yeah but then we wouldn't be able to have as much fun!" Carlos reminded.
"Maybe, but still, can you guys not get injured anymore?"
"We'll try, but we make no promises." Kendall smirked.
"So are you sure you're okay Logan? You're not going to pass out on us or anything?" James questioned the raven-haired boy.
"No, I'll be fine. I'm probably gonna be pretty sore for a couple days though." Logan responded.
"Good, now about some brunch?" Kendall suggested. James and Carlos nodded vigorously. "What about you, FT?"
"I'm good I ate before I came. Thanks though."
"Logan?"
"I already ate too. I probably need to check my blood sugar though." Logan replied then got his pack. He took out his meter and pricked his finger to check his blood sugar.
"Logie, I've always been curious. Does it hurt when you prick your finger so many times?" Carlos asked curiously.
"It doesn't hurt much as long as I don't do the same finger too many times in a row. Plus, you get used to it after a while." Logan replied taking out his insulin pen.
"Does the insulin needle thingy hurt?" Carlos inquired.
"Nope, I can hardly even feel it." Logan put away his stuff and went to help Kendall make the food.
"Yay mac and cheese!" Carlos and James cheered as Logan served them the cheesy pasta. They inhaled it quickly then turned the TV on "Songebob" while Logan did the dishes.
"Dude, come sit down. You were just in a fight and need to rest." Kendall ordered. Logan sighed then came and sat down next to his friend.
"I really did get some good hits in. In fact, I threw the first punch." Logan crossed his arms.
"You did? Dude you never start the fight!" James exclaimed.
"He provoked me! He said some… stuff." Logan defended.
"What kind of stuff?" Freight Train questioned with an eyebrow raised.
"Do I have to say it?" Logan whined.
"YES!" his three friends responded.
"Fine, well for one thing he said I was diseased but that's not what made me crack. He said, and I quote, 'I almost forgot. Some dude tried to kill your little Mexican friend. Too bad he failed.' That's when I couldn't take anymore." Logan said through gritted teeth.
"I don't blame you at all." Kendall said equally angry.
"I am not Mexican!" Carlos said trying to ignore the last part of the sentence.
"We know you aren't, buddy. Peter is just a jerk." James assured.
"I know he is, but why do people have to be so mean? I mean, first Blackwell, now Peter. When will it end?" Carlos sighed.
"I don't know, Carlos, but at least we're all okay and together." Kendall reminded.
"Yeah, so how about we change the subject and watch a movie?" Logan suggested. The other three agreed so Logan inserted The incredible Hulk into the DVD player and everyone sat back and watched the movie. When it was over, the boys and Freight Train played the Wii until Mrs. Knight and Katie got home. Mrs. Knight immediately noticed Logan's wounds and preceded to make sure he was properly treated and mothered.
"Dang, why can't you guys get a break from all this?" Katie groaned.
"I wish I knew, baby sister, I wish I knew." Kendall sighed. Freight Train reluctantly left later that night and all the boys turned in early.
"So you're really okay?" Kendall asked Logan as they changed into their pj's.
"Kendall, for the millionth time, I'm fine." Logan groaned as he checked his blood sugar.
"Okay, I just hate that you've already had to deal with so much then an idiot like Peter had to come make things even worse."
"I know, but I'll be fine in a few days. Besides, I didn't go through any of this alone. You're the one who got shot." Logan reminded.
"That was nothing. I think James got the worst of it." Kendall waved off.
"Yeah, although all three of you were hit pretty hard. I actually got off pretty easy through this whole ordeal." Logan said smugly.
"True, other than you know, going comatose for like eighteen hours." Kendall smirked getting into his bed.
"I needed a nap by then anyway. Goodnight Kendall."
"Night Logan."