Double Update! This is going to end up being a sickfic…so don't be surprised if I hint at it :) also Katie and Mrs. Knight are away on a trip, so that's why I don't talk about them that much in these next few chapters. They do come in later though :)

Tears formed in Logan's coco brown eyes. His nose was even redder than before because of the previous sobbing, and his father noticed it, sighing at how much of a disgrace his son was to him. Logan sniffled, his breathing being unsteady and weary. He felt like he was losing air, like he could faint at any second. Those tears rolled down his face and onto the old, dirty wood. The holes on the floor filled with water that was soon absorbed into the moldy floorboards. His cheeks turned a sickly looking ashen color as he coughed a few times. He was shaking violently and that was spotted by his father as well.

"Get out!" Mr. Mitchell screamed, "Get out now and don't ever come back! I'm ashamed to call you my son, so leave…don't come back…nobody wants you…nobody loves you, nobody will!"

Logan had no time to think. He was in complete shock. His dad never got this mad. Without questioning himself, Logan got up and dashed towards the door that was now falling off the hinges, because of when his father came in before. Logan pushed it open and ran down the hallways. He tripped over the ripped up carpet and nearly fell down the staircase.

"Keep going! Get out!" Mr. Mitchell shouted from his son's room.

Logan scooped himself out, and proceeded down the stairs, trying so very hard to hold everything in until he got far away from his dad. Holding in his fear, nervousness, sadness. Holding it all in. Once out of the house, Logan continued to run. He just kept running until he reached the park. It was snowing out, and the sun was setting. It wasn't a pretty sunset. It fit Logan right now. His was the only sunset he had ever seen that was ugly. It wasn't pretty shades of pink and orange…it was a dingy mucky looking shade of gray. It looked like the outcast. Nobody could ever love a sunset like that. Nobody could ever love Logan. Ugly. Logan felt so ugly. Unwanted. Nobody wanted him. Outcast. Why did Logan have to be so different? Why couldn't he just have a perfect sunset life?

Snow fell onto Logan's clothes, causing him to become soaked. He was freezing. His fingers felt numb from being out in the cold. He couldn't move his face, because it was so icy. All he could feel were the warm stray tears that still continued to flow. They just kept coming.

Where would he go? Where was he going to get food and water? How will he get his stuff? Where was his home? Part of him wanted to go to Kendall…but part of him said not to. Logan didn't want to overstay his welcome. Kendall had helped so much before…he felt bad having to ask for more help. He was embarrassed to have to tell his best friend that he got kicked out of his own house. More of his mind was yelling 'tell him'.

Logan was mentally and physically exhausted. He sat on a bench in the dark. It was even colder out now, because the sun had set completely. Logan pulled out his phone and attempted at dialing Kendall's number, but his fingers couldn't hit the numbers. Finally after trying a couple times, Logan was able to dial Kendall.

"K-Kenny…" Logan's voice cracked as he started to cry again…too much crying…it hurt so badly.

"Logan…what's wrong?" Kendall asked.

"…m-my dad kicked me out, and I-I h-have no-nowhere to g-g-go." Logan sobbed.

"Where are you?" Kendall questioned.

"T-the park." Logan mumbled.

"I'm coming; just stay put and try to keep as warm as you can." Kendall replied.

Within a few seconds, Kendall had found Logan and helped him up. Logan didn't say anything, he just started to walk next to his friend. Kendall sighed…

"Come here." Kendall put his arms out.

Logan crashed into Kendall's arms, crying into his friend's jacket. Kendall felt really bad for his friend…nobody deserved having to live a life like this…

"Shh…" Kendall cooed, as his picked Logan up and carried him back to his house.

Once at the Knight's house, Kendall gave Logan pajamas and a few blankets.

"Will you be ok on the couch?" Kendall asked.

Logan nodded.

"You sure?"

Logan nodded again.

Kendall went upstairs and into his room, lying down on his bed, and turning on the TV. A few minutes passed and Kendall could hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Kenny…c-can I stay up here with you?" Logan stood in the doorway with his blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape to stay warm.

Kendall scooted over and lifted up his covers for Logan, "Of course, buddy."

Logan smiled and cuddled up next to his best friend, feeling safe…a feeling Logan hadn't felt in a real long time.

Lots of Kogan haha…I just had to! LOL :)

xoxo

~EMiLY