Hey y'all. So, guys, do you understand how happy I am when I see a review? So unbelievably happy. So, as a result, I decided to take suitelifeforever9's suggestion for this one shot. This chapter is dedicated to them for their review that made me smile (all reviews make me smile!) Enjoy!

It was a stupid mistake that Kendall didn't realize he had made until the next morning.

He and all three of his friends were awake, hastily shoving breakfast down their throats. His mom and Katie had left earlier. Katie was out by the pool, maybe? His mom had told him before she left for the gym, but he had forgotten because, well, that was when he realized his mistake.

Last night, Thursday (oh, so today was Friday, Katie had to already be at the Palm Woods school by now) the kitchen table had been cluttered with various papers and general trash. Thinking he would be helping his mother out so she wouldn't stress out over the mess in the morning, Kendall collected the important papers and recycled everything else.

Today, Friday, the table was mostly clear of these papers. Kendall, James and Carlos's reports were stacked neatly in the corner of the table. That meant that Logan's report was missing. Obviously, Logan didn't lose it himself.

That meant that Kendall had thrown out Logan's report. And had already taken out the recycling to the curb last night, so it had been picked up at six that morning.

Logan's report was officially gone.

Kendall sighed, eyes darting around the apartment, looking for, what? Something. Anything. Anything to keep Logan from looking for his report right now until he had found a solution. His eyes locked with James. James, in response, widened his eyes in surprise while simultaneously knitting his eyebrows together in confusion. Pretty soon, Kendall had muttered some excuse and dragged James into the hallway.

"What?" James hissed at him, sweeping a hand through his hair. His tone changed when he saw Kendall's face. "Kendall, what is it?"

"I threw out Logan''s report."

"The Venus report?" When Kendall nodded, James smirked despite the situation. It was really just a stress coping mechanism. He felt bad for Kendall, but he couldn't get himself into this mess. "Kendall, you're screwed."

"Yeah, don't you think I know that?" he replied, equally panicked and annoyed. "What am I supposed to do?"

James shrugged, his body tense. "I don't know! Why would I know?"

Kendall groaned. Then, he snapped his fingers. An idea. It might be a bad idea, but it was an idea nonetheless. "You distract Logan. I'll just reprint it and use another one of his report covers."

James nodded, already tying a bandana around his head.

"No bandanas!"

"Bandanas are cool!"

Not wanting to argue any longer, (they were wasting precious time) the two boys re-entered the apartment. Operation Save Logan's Report was a go. The mission was in high gear.

Kendall could hear James talking with Logan as he turned on Logan's computer and wracked his brain for the password. Logan didn't ever give up passwords, or save them to Google, ever since their fourth grade computer teacher had told them not to. Always a rule follower, that one.

His first try was Venus. Password denied.

His second try was DoctorMitchell. Password denied.

VenusDoctorMitchell. Password denied.

Password denied. Password denied. Password denied.

Oh, good! Password hint: pi(e).

Pi? This is a joke.

Kendall reluctantly typed in 3.14, the only digits of pi he could remember. Password denied.

Then it hit him. What was Logan's favorite flavor of pie? He didn't know. But he was desperate.

APPLE3.14

He was in. That worked! Logan needed to change his password immediately.

Kendall furiously clicked on the Microsoft Word icon on the home screen. Once it opened, he searched for the report. The Venus Report. Good, there it was. He selected PRINT and waited for the screen to notify him that the document was indeed printing.

The notification never came. What was wrong now?

He reloaded the page. Twice, three times.

The report was gone. The report was really, completely, in all senses, gone. It disappeared.

Kendall shut the computer right as Logan was passing him.

"Kendall?"

"Yeah?"

"What were you doing on my computer?"

Kendall coughed and searched for James. Who shrugged unhelpfully and wore the same worried look on his face that Kendall had. Logan, however, didn't seem worried at all.

Oh, that would change in a minute.

"Nothing, Logan."

Logan took the computer from Kendall's hands and opened it again. Kendall peered over his shoulder. Maybe he didn't realize that the report was gone. "Kendall?"

But he was already across the room, panicking more than before, and dragging James out to the hallway again.

"I deleted Logan's report off his computer. It's gone, I think I hit the wrong button. James, he's going to kill me."

"That he will," James muttered as the two of them came face to face with a furious Logan.

No, not furious. Panicked, just like them. Logan was pounding whatever combination of keys on his computer, the color draining from his face.

Carlos, with his own report in hand, noticed the sudden change of attitude. "Logan?"

Carlos was afraid too.

Logan had started muttering, a wide smile on his face that only got wider as he pressed the computer keys with more force. A sure sign of a panic attack, something bad, Kendall thought. Guilt ate away at him. Logan wouldn't have a full blown panic attack over this. Then again, he remembered his friend's fragile state only a few months ago. "No."

"Logan, what's wrong?" Carlos said carefully, sharing looks with his two older and taller friends.

"My report is completely missing. Like, I had erased it. But I hadn't. I hadn't touched it for days, only to print it." Logan's gaze shifted from the computer screen to Kendall, who chuckled nervously. He prepared for the worst.

Using his everything is fine voice, he attempted a careful conversation with Logan. But Logan wasn't in the mood for careful conversation.

"Kendall," Logan seethed. Logan wasn't very good at pretending he was calm when he wasn't. "What were you doing on my computer?"

"Okay," Kendall tried. "So, remember last night? We came home from rehearsal, it was already dark in the apartment and you even said the table was a mess?"

Logan bit his lip and nodded slowly.

"After you all went to bed, I just cleared the table. Only the important stuff was saved. I got rid of some trash and recycled it."

Logan nodded again.

Kendall attempted his trademark smile, which was not well received by the future doctor. "It was dark, so I might have thrown out your report by accident."

Carlos's eyes widened and he let out a very much audible gasp.

"This morning, I took your computer to reprint it. I might have hit the wrong button. It was deleted. It was gone, I tried to refresh the page, but it didn't work."

"Kendall," Logan repeated. But Kendall was already down the hallway, in the classroom.

Jo and Camille noticed him first. "What happened?' the two asked simultaneously.

"Oh, uh, nothing. Logan's just, uh, really mad because his report was deleted off his computer and guess who deleted it?"

The two girls shared a look with each other as James, Carlos and Logan entered the classroom. Logan went to the front of the room to discuss his report's status with Miss Collins, who seemed to not understand at all. She crossed her arms over her chest. Kendall could hear something like Logan, I didn't expect something like this from you. I'll have to give you a zero for this assignment.

Kendall covered his mouth with his fist as he very clearly heard Logan pleading with their teacher. "No, I have the report, I had it done and printed and everything. But, it's gone now and I can't recover it. I did do it, I'm not—"

Logan kept rambling on uselessly when Kendall knew he had to intervene. He quickly appeared at Logan's side and wrapped an arm over his shoulders. "Miss Collins, I swear to you Logan did this assignment. He's been talking about it for weeks, practically reciting the whole thing to all of us constantly."

Another idea hit him. "Could he just do an oral report?"

Miss Collins shook her head. "I'm sorry, but the assignment was to write a report. Which, clearly, Logan doesn't have with him. I'm going to have to give him a zero for this assignment."

Defeated, Kendall returned to his seat. His gaze wandered over to Logan who looked just as defeated as he felt.

He needed to make it up to him.

—-

That was his plan, his entire goal for the whole day. But Logan remained unresponsive to his attempts. The only time Logan even acknowledged him was during rehearsal, if he absolutely had to. Which, surprisingly, wasn't often, since this week Gustavo was recording them all separately.

Dinner time however, due to his mother's hard-set rule, was the perfect opportunity. He had never been so grateful for this rule in all his life. He had also never been so grateful that the seating arrangement rarely changed. He was always next to Logan. Surely he had to talk to him then.

No, he didn't, because James was on Logan's other side, and Carlos was across from them both.

"So, boys, how did your reports go?" his mother asked. That was reasonable. After all, Logan had been talking about his Venus report for weeks. He had been so excited.

"Oh, fine, Mrs. Knight," James said, luckily on the same page as Kendall, ready to switch to a new conversation topic. He stole a glanced at Logan, who had gone almost completely silent, laser focused on cutting his chicken. "How was your day?"

Immediately, her face brightened. But then she pursed her lips together and squinted at the four boys, surveying their faces. "What did you do?"

"Mom!" Kendall exclaimed. He regretted it when he saw how her mouth opened in surprise. "Nothing. I love you," he said weakly.

"I love you too, honey," she replied, still skeptical. She looked around the table again, which had gone silent. "Logan, sweetheart? Is something wrong? You're all being so quiet."

Logan shook his head. "I'm fine, Mrs. Knight. Dinner was great, as always." He flashed her a thin smile and disappeared off to his room.

Logan was breaking rules all on his own accord.

Kendall shrugged when his mother shot him a look and stared pitifully down at his food.

What could he do to fix this?

—

Logan was hell-bent on spending the weekend to rewrite the report. Now, even in a regular situation (read: a situation in which Kendall didn't delete the report, and subsequently cause Logan to hate him for an indefinite amount of time) Kendall simply couldn't have Logan sit hunched over his computer when it was a sunny Sunday afternoon in Los Angeles, California.

"Logan, we're going to the pool! Come on!" Carlos begged him through the door at Kendall's request, because Logan still was giving the silent treatment to him exclusively.

"I just have to finish this," came Logan's reply.

And Kendall didn't care anymore about the silent treatment. He opened the door, appalled to find Logan laying in front of the computer on the floor. In the dark.

Logan was surrounded by various textbooks and notebooks, some half open, others closed. The small bedroom was a complete mess.

Kendall flicked on the light and Logan shut his eyes, but didn't pay any attention to him otherwise.

Kendall returned to Carlos and James, shutting the bedroom door. "He's a psychopath. We have to get him out of there."

"Just let him finish his report, we'll check on him in an hour." James suggested. "There are girls waiting for the face, you know."

James did that weird jazz fingers thing that he did whenever he mentioned his face. He and Carlos followed him out of the apartment, excited to get out to the pool.

Carlos was busy chatting up the Jennifers, James was busy suntanning surrounded by nameless girls, and Kendall was still distracted by the whole Logan situation.

He couldn't enjoy the pool like this. He stood up abruptly, his friends oblivious to his departure. He knew how to fix this by himself anyway.

His plan started out with toast. Lots of toast, since it was Logan's favorite food. That was something he could never understand. Plain toast was flavorless and bland. But he made a full plate of plain toast. Logan bait.

When that didn't work, he left the toast on the kitchen table and flipped to Channel 7 to check for that Venus documentary that Logan became so obsessed with he had recorded it into their DVR and secretly watched it when he thought no one was home. Logan bait.

He didn't plan this in the best chronological order, when he realized he would have to leave the apartment to buy pink smoothies. He bought the smoothies anyway, setting them next to the plate of toast and smiled when he came back to the apartment to see that the door to their bedroom was slightly ajar. Logan was off the floor. The textbooks and notebooks has migrated to the desk, where he was now sitting.

Kendall was now searching around the apartment for that box where Logan kept his report covers. Organized in rainbow order, Kendall pulled out a clear report cover bound with a blue spine. He rummaged around a bit more for those white stickers and stuck one in the right hand corner of the report cover. He wrote in the most careful handwriting he could manage: LOGAN MITCHELL.

The new report cover was set down on the table, a safe distance from the smoothies and toast. Kendall turned the volume on the documentary a bit louder and waited.

Logan was stubborn.

Kendall turned the volume up even louder, two seconds away from yelling "Hortense Mitchell, get out here and watch your stupid documentary!"

Two seconds passed. Logan appeared, but the small smile on his face fell when he saw Kendall.

"Hey," Kendall said gently. "I'm sorry. Did you finish your report?"

Logan nodded, his gaze settling on the toast and smoothies.

"Yeah, that's for you. An apology, um, lunch? You've been in your room for a while, I don't really know what time it is."

"It's two. That counts as lunch."

"Are you going to eat it?"

"Yes."

Kendall smiled, this plan finally worked. "I put on the documentary too. You've been obsessing over it for a while."

Logan shrugged as he sat on the couch, completely captivated by the screen. There was a plate of toast in his lap and a smoothie in his hand. "Not really. Just while I've been thinking about the report."

"You've been thinking about this report for two months?"

Logan smiled sheepishly, his face slightly red from blushing. "It's my main source."

Kendall retrieved the cover from the kitchen table and held it out to him. "This is for you, too."

"Thank you."

For a minute, Logan rose from the couch, taking the report cover with him. He fit the report inside and had it safely tucked away in his backpack. It really was a nice report cover. Kendall did a nice job.

He returned to the couch quickly, remembering he didn't pause the documentary. He had already watched it so much, scoured it for every possible detail. He didn't need to watch it again, even though he wanted to.

He flicked through the channels, to Kendall's surprise. "I liked the documentary, I promise. But, look, on Channel 9 there's a game. You'd probably—"

Kendall nodded and joined his friend on the couch. "Oh, hey, it's the Minnesota Wild! I'm gonna text James and Carlos, see if they want to join us."

"Okay."

Kendall slung an arm over Logan's shoulder, taking a sip from his own pink smoothie. "Am I forgiven?"

"Yes."

Kendall grinned. There was nothing better than this, being forgiven and hanging out with one of his best friends, watching a hockey game.

No, he was wrong. There was one thing better.

When all four of them were sitting on the couch together, screaming at the screen because this ref was completely blind.

That was definitely the best.

Well, there's chapter three. Just some things in case you were wondering:

The medicine Carlos was talking about in the first chapter (which is now titled Big Time Sick because yay I can input chapter titles) is called Mucinex and it definitely is the most disgusting medicine ever created.

All of Logan's Venus facts are true!

The information about hyperventilating and trigonometry (in the chapter now titled Big Time Bully) is true. I had to look up the trigonometry stuff, but I did know about hyperventilating due to biology class.

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