Chapter 38: The Wildfire That Was Logan

A/N:SOOORRRRRYYYY! I haven't updated in almost a WEEK! SO BUSY! Well…I was pretty busy, but I'll admit I had some free time…but I spent that time watching the first two seasons of Skins…THANKS TO "Ranorexic" for introducing me to it!

This had extra extra "UMPH!" to make up for my crap schedule! SORRY! HOPE YOU ENJOY!...but I didn't get to edit so there may be a few mistakes grammar-wise.

Logan was frozen in his place in shock. His usually quick mind, just wouldn't cooperate. He stood there in the living room staring at the front door. Seconds became minutes, as he continued to do absolutely nothing. He could hear the sounds of the people down at the pool, laughing and cheering. It slightly irritated that they were so happy, as if they were mocking him.

That tiny little spark of irritation, however, was enough to light the fuse leading to his fury. As his mind finally registered what happened, his hands clenched into fists and his teeth gritted. 'He left…again. Again. This was the second time he fucking left! The last time.'

His entire form was trembling now with the force of the furious waves coming over him. He needed to let it out. He needed to yell! Scream! Break something! Anything! Blinded by his anger he ran around the room, leaving destruction in his path. Coffee table overturned, couch kicked surprising strongly to the other side of the room, picture frames smashing on the ground.

He felt a hand on shoulder. Before anything else could have the slightest chance at happening, he swung around and struck the person behind him.

James, Carlos, and Kendall sat anxiously on the bed. They hadn't needed to turn on the walkie-talkie when Logan was his dad were yelling, but now things were quiet. 'Too quiet.' Thought James. Carlos seemed to have read his mind because then he said, "Maybe they're starting to work it out."

Everyone wanted to believe it, but they knew it was hardly the case. James glanced at Kendall who hadn't said a word. "Kendall, you okay, man? You know Logan only said that cause it was like a last resort right?" Kendall nodded. "But that's not what I'm worried about. Logan's been-"

CRASH! SLAM! SHATTER!

Kendall shot up from the bed and ran towards the catastrophic noise that would lead him to what he was most worried about. James and Carlos followed behind.

The trio burst into the living room to see their best friend on a rampage. This was exactly what Kendall was worried about. He had noticed that Logan's demeanor since his spark on the roof. Ever since that day, the glint of anger never left his eyes. After hearing what Logan had said yesterday, he knew Logan was a ticking time bomb. All he needed was a reason to light himself. Here came his father. What better reason? Now that bomb went off and stated the wildfire that was Logan.

"Logan!" Carlos cried out. But the rampaging boy couldn't hear him. James tried also, but to no avail. Kendall ran over to Logan and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder just as he was about to flipping a side table.

Logan, blinded with white hot anger, swung around and punched Kendall on his cheek. Blood flew from his mouth as his head swung to the side, no doubt from a lost tooth or two. The sound was utterly spine chilling.

James and Carlos could only watch as Kendall fell backwards, almost in slow motion. They hurried to his side, kneeling down to inspect the damage. Logan was now seething and breathing extremely heavily. James looked up at him in pure horror. He had never seen his friend like this. Teeth and fists clenched, mouth pulled back in a terrible snarl, face red with anger, such hostility in his usually kind and gentle brown eyes. Now those eyes were shaded over, dark…almost black.

James shrunk back as Logan seemed to make a move to hit him. James kneeled with his eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the impact. But it never came. He slowly looked back up. Logan seemed to soften slightly, as he watched his best friends cowering away from him. Slightly.

He made a mad dash for the front door and just ran. Ran and ran, he just had to get away before he hurt anyone else.

Kendall slowly opened his eyes. "W-what happened? Agh!" Pain shot to his right cheek. Mrs. Knight pushed back down so that he'd be lye still on the bed. James stepped in and sat down beside Kendall. "Logan freaked and punched you." Kendall nodded slightly in understanding. "Where is he?"

James glanced at Mrs. Knight. She nodded, figuring he should know. "He ran away after he hit you. Still hasn't come back." Kendall shot up again, ignoring the pain from the sudden movement. "WHAT?" Mrs. Knight tried to push him back down, but he stood up. Ignoring his mother's protests he pulled on a sweater and grabbed a blanket. Without a word, he ran out the door.

He didn't have to wonder where Logan would be. Kendall ran as fast as he could. Logan needed him. He had to hurry. Who knows how long he'd been out, while Logan was alone?

Up the elevator.

Into the small room.

Up the ladder.

Out the door.

Kendall burst into the night sky. "Logan!" No answer. "Logan!" No answer. "Logan! It's me! A-are you here?" Again, no answer.

Kendall doubled over with his hands on his knees breathing heavily. 'Was I wrong? Crap, what if he's not here?' Kendall was about to come back the way he came when he heard something. The noise was miniscule. Too quiet to be heard when he was breathing so heavily, but he heard it now. He stopped in his tracks, straining his ears for another noise. Soon enough, there was another. Kendall walked around the roof until he was on the opposite wall from the door. There leaning against the wall was Logan.

Kendall slid down the wall to sit next to Logan. The brunette just continued what he was doing. He picked up another pebble and threw it at the ledge, enough force to make it hit the ledge, but not enough to go over and hit someone. After a few minutes, Kendall cautiously spoke. "Whatcha doing?"

"Nothing." Logan still had a light glare, but it was nothing compared to the full on snarl from earlier.

Kendall continued to push. "Doesn't look like nothing."

Logan stopped throwing rocks and just sat there. "There. I'm not doing anything." The smaller boy still looked forward, not daring turning to Kendall. "Look, I just don't wanna talk about it right now."

Kendall shrugged. "Okay." Kendall sat in silence. '3,2,1…'

"It's just that he left again. He didn't come around. But I wasn't sad about it! I was just so fucking pissed! I didn't know I could get that mad before! I started breaking things and throwing things and-…sorry about your face."

Kendall chuckled. He wrapped an arm around Logan and wrapped the blanket around them. "I get it, you were mad and you wanted to take it out on something or someone. I would've volunteered if you hadn't done it already."

"I'm really sorry."

"It's fine."

"But I'm really sorry."

"I mean I'm really, really, really –"

"Sorry!, I know!"

The two stared at each other seriously for a few seconds before they both cracked up. Logan laughed and Kendall tried to, but stopped immediately when the pain came back. "Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Logan stopped and examined Kendall's cheek. There was already a nasty purple bruise. It wasn't swelling, but it was a dark purple shade. A corner of the bruise was also slightly bleeding. Apparently, the punch tore some skin. "Kendall! Oh my god! I didn't mean to I swear! I'm-"

Kendall just leaned over and kissed the blabbering genius. "Sorry."

A/N: Horrible ending to this chapter, but yeaaahh…

Again, sorry for the delay! Been busy like hell though! I'm performing in my school's winter concert tomorrow and have been rehearsing A LOT!

SORRY!

QOTC:…I don't have one for this chapter…

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