Hey y'all! I've been very excited to write this. It's rather Jagan-y, because, as I've said before, I've been in a Jagan mood since Big Time Signs. I've been thinking about the first line of this chapter for so long. Anyway.

Enjoy the chapter! Happy reading!

Nope, I'm not done. Two things:

For all you Logan Henderson fans, such as myself, I have news that might not be new. There is a song.

About Logan Henderson, not by him.

It's called "Logan Henderson Is Wonderful And Best" by Papa Razzi and the Photogs. This guy also wrote songs about Kendall, James and Carlos. But, Logan's song. So good. It's hilarious but perfectly true.

For all you Logan Henderson fans whose family is aware you literally love him, play this song for your mother and watch her reaction.

Any of you who stalked the boy's seperate Twitter, and the official Big Time Rush Twitter (such as myself) might already know. But they tweeted James Maslow's Top Picks Spotify playlist. James has extremely good taste.

My favorite song on that playlist is either "Mirror" by Sigrid and Maliboux. OR "I Don't Know Why" by NOTD and Astrid S. Both are groovy.

Okay, I'm done. Enjoy the chapter!

It is generally agreed upon that Kendall taught Logan how to skate, but there was no question that it was James who taught Logan how to swim. It was unintentional. After all, James had assumed that most nine year olds knew how to swim. Logan Mitchell, in many cases, but specifically and especially in this case, was not most nine year olds.

The four boys, Katie, and their mothers (with the absence of Joanna Mitchell, as usual) were at the public pool. It wasn't the best pool, with the water always lukewarm. If you were unlucky enough to swallow it, it was highly likely some little kid's urine was mixed in. It wasn't the best pool, but it was a pool, better than nothing.

Better than sweating to death, if anything.

So, each of the boys jumped in, cannonball style. James resurfaces, still plugging his nose. He opens his eyes and scans the pool for Logan. Is he not here? No, he's sitting on one of the pool chairs, talking to Mrs. Knight while staring at his hands. James sighs, lifting himself out of the pool. Logan isn't going to have any fun if all he's doing is talking to their moms the whole time.

He stands there, directly in front of Logan, waiting for him to notice. He doesn't, he's still looking down at his hands. James takes them, pulling him out of the chair. "Come on, Logan. We're all in the pool."

"Okay. I just—well, I don't—"

And James pushes Logan into the pool, tired of his excuses. Now that he's submerged in the water, he'll have no choice but to finally hang out with them. They'll be able to have a chicken fight, which they never used to be able to do because they've never been a group of four. And now they were.

Weird, James thinks. Shouldn't Logan be coming up by now? He glances into the blue-tinted water, and sees Logan lying there at the bottom. He waits, but Logan isn't moving.

James doesn't know what to do, what if Logan's dead? He runs over to Kendall, not wanting to take his eyes off Logan, but needing to. "Kendall, Kendall, oh my God, I think I just killed Logan, he's not moving, he's just—"

"James. Go get him out of the water."

Right, right. So, trying to ignore the panic he's feeling, he dives in. It's the shallow end, James realizes. He pushed Logan into the shallow end and he still didn't come back up. James hoists Logan up by the shoulders, dragging him over to the edge, where he's coughing up lungfuls of water. He's about to cry. Mrs. Knight sits up then, alert. James smiles at her, and turns Logan the other way. He's still coughing and crying, though the other people squealing, splashing and the humming of the heater makes it hard to hear.

With a tear-stained, pale face, Logan stares at James. Only for a minute. Then, he starts to trudge up the steps, shaking. James eases him back down.

"Logan, I'm sorry, but it was the shallow end, and I didn't know—"

"But, but that's what I was saying!"

Logan's crying harder now. "I was going to die, I was going to die."

"No, you weren't," James speaks softly. He recognizes the wild look in Logan's eyes, the look that means I'm not even here anymore. The look that means he's about to just stop talking and moving, stop doing anything. James can't let that happen.

"No, Logan, come on, look at me. I'll just teach you how to swim, I won't push you in again. And we're in the shallow end, you can stand. You're standing right now."

Logan shakes his head, trying to make his way to the steps again, but he slips. His clothes cling to him tightly, absolutely soaked, as he falls headfirst into the water again. James pulls him back up. Before his genius friend can protest, they're heading back to the deep end where Kendall and Carlos are waiting.

"So, you didn't kill him?" Kendall asks.

"But Logan looks like James did," Carlos interjects.

And James realizes that Carlos is right.

Logan is shaking, his hands are balled up into fists. He's not going to sink, not while James is holding him. But Logan is twisting out of his grasp, that's going to get him to sink fast.

"James, just get him out of the pool. This is a bad idea," Kendall says. Logan manages to nod in agreement, and pushes himself away from James. This, just as James thought, causes Logan to sink. For such a genius, Logan is determined to keep doing stupid things.

He's sinking slowly. James can see the panic in his face. Logan thinks he's dying again.

It's Kendall and not James who drags Logan out of the water, leading him out of the pool. Kendall wraps a towel around Logan's shoulders and talks to him for a minute. He glances back over at James and Carlos, and joins them in the pool again.

"Kendall!" James exclaims, sighing.

But Kendall doesn't answer. Reluctantly, James joins in on a rather uneventful game of Marco Polo, with Carlos screaming Marco every time he hits the wall.

Which is often.

—

James technically didn't sneak out of his house. He just, well, didn't go home. Instead, he went to Logan's. He had never been to Logan's house before.

He thought he had the wrong house at first. It was so quiet, like no one was living there. But then he caught Logan reading at the kitchen table. Some big textbook, even though it was summer vacation.

James knocks on the window. Logan's head snaps up, he looks around, eyes wide, searching frantically for the source of the noise. He's not looking directly at James, but he's been spotted.

James smiles as Logan opens the window. The smile fades when Logan starts freaking out at him.

"James, what are you doing here? You should go home. Your mom might be l-looking for you, and my mom is s-sleep—sleeping, and why are you even here?"

Logan's stutter confuses James, and so does the fact that Logan's mom is sleeping, even if it's only four in the afternoon. James shakes his head and refocuses on his goal. He has to get Logan out of this house.

"Relax."

Logan can't relax, he's too busy glancing back behind him up the stairs, probably where his mom is sleeping. He's muttering things that James can't understand, and is about to shut the window, when he slides his hands onto the windowsill. Logan wouldn't dare crush his fingers.

"Come with me, please, Loges? It'll only be a few minutes."

That's a lie. At the very least, it will take an hour, if Logan doesn't wimp out and run away like earlier that morning. Earlier that morning, he had Kendall to defend and justify his running away. Now he doesn't.

Logan very slowly, hesitantly, nods. James removes his fingers from the windowsill, expecting Logan to close it. He doesn't. Instead he climbs out of it, requiring some help to keep him from breaking his back. They're only on the first floor, but it's obvious Logan has never climbed out of a window before.

Logan shuts the window from outside, and looks at James expectantly. He's still jittery with nerves, smiling wide. It's not a good smile.

"Just follow me, alright?"

James makes sure Logan is either beside or in front of him the whole time, just as an extra precaution so the smaller boy can't run off. When they get to their desired destination, the pond, Logan tries to sneak away stealthily.

This fails.

"I'm not swimming in dirty pond water."

"The public pool is dirtier."

"It is not."

James doesn't respond, instead peeling off his shirt. He'll change into a new pair of shorts when he gets home.

"I'm not swimming."

Except, he was. Because James was stronger than Logan, and even with Logan struggling, kicking him, it was easy to get themselves both in the pond. Logan was unscathed. James had a small cut on his finger.

Now that they were in the water, Logan tensed up. James held his arms. "You're not going to sink again, I promise."

"I think you're l-lying."

"Nope."

Logan was reluctant to move at first, but somehow, the swimming lessons progressed into a splash war. James had a bit of an unfair advantage, since Logan still had to hold on to his arm for balance, but, splash wars were splash wars. It made no difference. Logan was good at splashing him.

"Wa-pow!" James was promptly splashed, his face stained with pond water. He spit, wiping his eyes.

"Wa-pow! Wa-pow!"

James encircled his friend. "Are you sure you want to keep doing that, Loges? I don't think you do."

Logan had been about to splash him, but now he merely swished the surface water around nervously. "What? Why?"

James beckoned him closer. He "tasered" him twice, which made Logan squeal like a girl. James kept this up for a while, that way Logan couldn't splash him. He attempted to, definitely, but before he could even say Wa-pow, he was tasered yet again.

Logan was shaking, aching with pain but probably also laughter. Even so, he gathered the strength to swim away. He was swimming. He was swimming! The splash war immediately forgotten, Logan swims circles around James, a grin breaking out on his face.

"Look! I'm actually—James, James, I'm swimming!"

Logan looked so happy, James wouldn't dare ruin it by tasering him again, would he? No, Logan had been smiling like that Logan enough. So he did.

Hope you enjoyed! Have a lovely day!