Hey y'all. So, I was going to finish that one shot about Camille and Logan I was writing and I will finish that at some point, but then I got this gorgeous and extra specific request from BuzzinB (Guest) that saved me from writer's block. BuzzinB, sorry in advance if this is actually terrible. As per usual, this chapter is dedicated to them for the request.

Logan was a neat-freak, a perfectionist, to put it simply. Carlos, on the other hand, was not. They were really polar opposites. Cautious, reckless. Hyper-focused, hyperactive. Clean, messy. There were enough similarities to maintain a friendship, of course, they were best friends. Consequently, this acted as a double edged sword: they had a strong friendship, but had even stronger arguments.

Sometimes these arguments were pointless, like at the Pop Tiger photoshoot, when they were fighting over desert islands. Sure, that was pointless. Logan still thought Carlos wasn't being logical or practical with his choices in that hypothetical scenario, but it didn't matter so much.

Other times, these arguments were important. For instance, Carlos's messiness.

Logan couldn't remember what had gotten him so angry in the first place. He had toured with Carlos before, he knew he was messy. He had hung out at Carlos's house before, he knew he was messy. He was living with Carlos, he knew he was messy. This was not new information in any sense.

But Logan was prone to rage, just like anyone else on this Earth.

And suddenly, somehow, Logan is holding Carlos's helmet with trembling hands. And then he isn't anymore. There it is, sinking to the bottom of the garbage can with a thud. Logan kicks the garbage can shut and paces about the room, compulsively cleaning as he goes around. He picks up anything he can find and returns in to its proper place. It doesn't do much, but it calms him down a little bit. He's almost able to forget why he threw Carlos's helmet in the trash in the first place.

A quick glance into both of the bedrooms (his and Kendall's, and Carlos and James's) reminds him. See, the thing with Carlos's messiness was that usually it could be contained. Usually it was contained within Carlos's and James's room. The problem, Logan realized, was that the mess had migrated. Where? Into Kendall and Logan's room.

Carlos had lost something. He had been panicking about it too. So, what was the solution? Apparently to not only tear his room apart, but Logan's as well. Needless to say, this was not appreciated by Logan. James and Kendall probably wouldn't be too pleased about it either once they saw for themselves. Unfortunately, Logan had no backup support then. Kendall was out on a date with Jo. James was continuing his endless pursuit of Lucy.

Forced to take matters into his own hands, Logan threw out the helmet.

Inevitably, Carlos found out. "Logan! Where's my helmet?"

Do not respond. Do not respond. Do not respond.

He didn't need to. Carlos was storming into the living room, for the first time ever, helmetless. Logan braced himself for the usual tackling behind the couch. But he would hold his ground and wouldn't reveal the location of the helmet until Carlos promised to clean up his mess, or Carlos found the helmet himself. Whichever came first.

Surprise: neither. Not even the routine tackling. Instead, there was…paper tearing? Logan snapped his head up to find the source of the sound.

There was Carlos at the kitchen table, standing over a stack of Logan's notebooks. Math, science, history and English. Carlos held the math notebook open, roughly tearing out the first page.

"Carlos…"

The second page. The third page. Carlos shook his head and tore the whole thing in half. Logan stiled a screech. Then, the process was repeated with the science notebook.

Logan jumped at his friend, poised for tackling. But, Logan wasn't very strong. He couldn't even knock Carlos down to the ground.

Carlos was, surprisingly, strong. It was nothing compared to James or Kendall, but the Latino had managed to hold Logan in a death grip, immobilizing him. Despite the situation, Logan's face breaks out into a panic-smile. "Carlos," he repeats. Because this argument really is stupid, adn Carlos is tronger, and he can't deal with Carlos angry. He couldn't deal with Carlos like this. "Your–"

The door opens, Kendall and James back from their various romantic endeavors. Logan has a feeling one was more successful than the other. "Hey," Kendall says. "What—"

"Carlos!" James exclaims.

Simultaneously, Kendall yells, "Logan!"

And, to his horror, before either of their friends can stop it, before they are pulled away f4rom each other, he's wedgied.

The garbage can flies open, as if pulled by some supernatural force. Logan balls his hands into fists as his three friends gasp. Carlos releases him with one final glare, then rushes to his helmet. James follows Carlos. Kendall is staring Logan down, with an unclear emotion. Half sympathy, half shock? Half anger? It's unclear.

But Logan doesn't look back at him, and immediately locks himself into the bathroom. Two reasons: number one being the stupid wedgie, number two being to cry about this stupid wedgie that hurt. It was more than just the physical pain (of which there was plenty) but really, the promise Carlos had broken.

And, oh, also, Logan was an idiot. Had he mentioned that? He felt like one.

—

Carlos was an idiot. Had he mentioned that? He felt like one.

Because, Carlos mused, it was technically all his fault. If he hadn't lost that sheet of lyrics (which he eventually found) then he wouldn't have been searching so diligently. He wouldn't have made a mess in Logan's room. He wouldn't have made his friend mad enough to throw it out, certainly. He wouldn't have wedgied his best friend.

Frustrated, he holds his head in his hands.

"Hey, man."

For a second, Carlos hopes it's Logan, but it isn't, it's James.

"Hey," he replies. "I feel like an idiot."

James sits down next to him on his bed and pats his shoulder. "You were mad. I'd be mad if Logan took my lucky comb again."

"Yeah, but you didn't wedgie him. Which we all said we wouldn't do. Remember? Fifth grade?"

James nods. "Yeah, buddy. I remember."

Carlos groans in frustration once again, utterly clueless. What is he supposed to do now? Logan probably hates him, at least temporarily. That's how Logan's temper worked, mad until he wasn't. That's how Carlos's temper worked too. They were similar that way.

"James?"

"Yeah?"

"I've got an idea."

And the plan was in motion.

—

"Kendall."

"Yes?"

Logan collapsed down on his bed, hands covering his face. He grumbled and muttered to himself, before remembering that Kendall had answered and he should probably respond back to him. "I'm an idiot, right?"

Kendall laughed. "Well, come on, Logan. For a genius, I wouldn't say throwing Carlos's helmet in the trash was such a great idea."

Logan groaned, kicking his friend. "Well, I know that. I'm asking you, Mr. Leader, to help me come up with a plan."

"But you're the genius," Kendall protested. "The smart one."

"Yes, but I panic under pressure and then you always come up with the answer."

Playing to Kendall's strength worked quicker than Logan initially anticipated. It should've taken more convincing. But Kendall was always ready to step up whenever anyone flattered him with the "leader" compliment, even though, did it count as a compliment if it was just a true fact? It didn't matter, because soon:

Kendall snapped his fingers. "I know what to do."

Logan smiled. "I smell plan," he sang.

And the plan was in motion.

—

James and Kendall met at the kitchen table, leaving their younger friends.

"You have a plan?" James asked.

"Of course I have a plan, James."

"The question is: does your plan involve bandanas?"

James was already tying an obscene amount of bandanas to his forehead, wrists, neck and ankles. He waved a flamboyant hot pink one in Kendall's face, who snatched it out of his hand. It remained there, limp in his grip as James stared him down.

Kendall sighed. "It could. Just this one, though."

"Fine. Bandana Men!"

"Nope."

"Say it."

Kendall reluctantly pumped his fist in the air, arranging himself in a superhero pose. "Bandana Men!"

Fully costumed and appropriately equipped to restore Logan and Carlos's friendship, the two Bandana Men began to work through the multi-faceted plan. Kendall would lure both boys out to the kitchen (toast and corn dogs were of unlimited supply in the apartment, it seemed). James, if necessary, would use the remaining bandanas that Kendall had refused to wear to tie up Carlos and Logan. Yes. A very complex, difficult, multi-faceted plan worthy of several British intelligence agencies, indeed.

The first part of the plan was rather successful, despite the fact that Kendall had somehow burnt most of the toast. A stray corndog or two would end up missing a skewer, which was an entirely different mystery Kendall would not attempt to solve. But, burnt toast was still toast and skewerless corndogs were still corndogs.

Logan and Carlos approached the table and sat down quietly.

"The subjects seem to be hostile towards each other," James whispered. Kendall pushed him away. This was serious. And what did hostile mean again? How did James remember and he didn't? A new problem. No, he had to focus on the current, more pressing issue of his friends.

He would consult Logan's prized Merriam Webster dictionary later to look up both the definition of hostile and a better, more complicated word to throw James off his game later.

"The subjects are confused," Logan said, inspecting a piece of toast carefully. "Are we being poisoned?"

Kendall pushed his genius friend's head lightly. "I worked hard on that toast, man."

"Toast isn't very complicated," came the uneasy retort as the toast was studied more thoroughly. Logan picked at the charred crust and pushed his plate away. "What's going on?"

James attempted to tie Logan's wrist to the armrest of the chair, who flung his arm back in response and stood up. Carlos followed this example. The skewerless corndogs remained uneaten, but the normal ones had been consumed. At least someone appreciated their efforts.

"This was our plan," James explained simply.

Logan and Carlos stared at each other, confusion clear in their faces. Both of them shrugged at each other.

"This was a horrible plan," Kendall muttered. "What—"

But he was interrupted by two simultaneous apologies spoken across the table to the other side.

"I'll glue your notes back together, Logie," Carlos promised. "I'll try my best."

"I'll, um, I won't throw your helmet out again. I'll try not to get so mad over the mess."

The two boys nodded at each other, striking up a conversation about the two Bandana Men themselves and their strange antics. Kendall fist-bumped James.

"Bandana Men win again," James proclaimed.

"Bandana Men win again."

Sorry about the ending? BuzzinB, I hope this is somewhat what you were looking for. If not, I apologize, but I do hope you enjoyed it anyways. Have a lovely day, everyone!