Hey y'all! So, another lovely request, yay those are extremely helpful. Now, I do have another one shot that I know exactly what I'm doing with, but that won't be out for a while because it's a birthday gift. And, I mean, what better present for my non-Rusher friend than a Big Time Rush fanfiction? Nothing, duh. Anyway! This chapter is dedicated to Guest14 for the suggestion. Enjoy!

In Carlos's opinion, the best and worst thing about Logan Mitchell was how clearly he expressed his emotions.

Logan wasn't like Kendall, who usually hid his own feelings about a situation until all his friends were taken care of. He was the leader, after all. Carlos didn't think it was particularly healthy, but he couldn't be judgemental. It was nice to have Kendall be the rock, the one they could turn toin any trouble.

Logan wasn't like James, who blew things out of proportion when it came to his feelings. It was all or nothing with the striving pop star. Fiercely determined could turn into feverishly despondent if you attacked right. Not that Carlos ever did. He had gotten used to James's imbalance. That didn't mean he ever intentionally exploited it.

Logan wasn't like him, either. Carlos didn't even know how to explain his own emotions. But he knew Logan wasn't like him.

Logan was just Logan.

This was good, the best, when Logan was expressing the safe emotions: happiness, calmness, excitement. They could all handle a happy, calm or excited Logan. Happy Logan was the best. Calm Logan was rare, and easily disrupted, and Carlos didn;t like calm Logan very much, because, honestly? Calm Logan wasn't very fun. Excited Logan was persistent and talkative and direct. Excited Logan was cool, Carlos decided.

However, Logan also very easily expressed the dangerous emotions: anger, sadness, fear. This was wear Carlos usually became irrelevant, because he was the only one who couldn't handle and angry, sad or scared Logan. That was Kendall, and when it wasn't Kendall, it was James. Carlos had tried to be there for his genius friend, but it just never worked out. Kendall or James would swoop in and handle the situation, so there wasn;t a situation anymore. This was, of course, good, if Kendall and James were present.

In the case of today, at one in the afternoon, on a busy Thursday, Kendall and James were not present. Well, Carlos knew where they were. They were at school. Along with Katie, Jo, Camille and every other underage actor/musician/model/whatever living at the Palm Woods.

Now, this was painfully ironic, because he and Logan should both be there with everyone. Logan should want to go to school, and Carlos shouldn't, but he really, really did. And Logan really, really didn't. Once again, a painfully ironic situation.

Carlos was staring blankly at the television screen from his position on the couch, nearly in a catatonic state. Better than Logan, who was actually catatonic. The genius, even though this seemed like a stupid decision of his, was either sleeping or awake in his bed. Completely catatonic, basically unmoving. The last time he heard Logan talk that day was when Kendall walked out of their room at noon, just an hour ago, and told James and Carlos that Logan told him he wanted to sleep more.

Did that count? Doubtful.

This is what he meant. If Kendall was here, or if James was here, or better, both, this situation would not be happening. Kendall would probably give Logan some speech that would rouse him out of bed and jumpstart the normal Logan behavior. And it would be fine. But right now, since Kendall wasn't here (he had been, but grew increasingly frustrated as Logan remained in whatever state of mind he was in) it was not fine.

Carlos reluctantly stood up, unsure of what he could possibly do to get Logan out of his room. He clutched his cell phone in one hand, ready to call Kendall or James or Mama Knight. Even Doc Hollywood, if he needed to. Only in the case of an emergency. With the other hand, he raised it to knock on the door.

Logan's voice stopped him. "Come in, Carlos."

Carlos nodded to himself firmly, preparing himself for whatever combination of dangerous emotions he was about to see displayed on Logan''s face. So far, just the worst ones: sadness and fear. He settled himself across from Logan, sitting down on Kendall's bed. For the first time, both were unmade. Kendall's bed almost always was, but Logan's bed mirrored his. It was unnerving.

Carlos almost stood up again. He was not prepared to handle these dangerous emotions. He wasn't Kendall, he wasn't James. He didn't know what to do. "Hey, Logan."

A second passes and Logan does not respond. Carlos does instead. "Have you—have you been crying?"

He tries to control the level of surprise in his voice. He had only really seen Logan cry twice in his lifetime. The first was when he told them his mother was almost killed in a car crash. At that point, even though Joanna Mitchell was still alive, she had become less and less of a mother, more like a ghost. The second was after gym class, when James had been holding Logan ro steady his shaking form, because he was so weak. Carlos had asked why. James said it was because the wrestling team beat Logan up.

Carlos remembers how they had walked into the lobby late last night, fresh from another grueling combination of dance rehearsal, new harmonies, and Gustavo yelling at them over at Rocque Records. Most of the lobby activity had died down, it was late after all. But they had come in just in time to see the bus full of wrestlers empty out into the Palm Woods.

"Logan?" Carlos asked, suddenly feeling like he was right there, staring the problem down. He was almost right. He hoped he wasn't. But at the same time, he hoped he was. He would have finally helped Logan when he was upset, a dangerous emotion that Carlos rarely liked to deal with when it came to him. "Are you thinking about…"

How was he supposed to phrase this? "About that one time, when you and James came out of the gym, and…"

Logan nodded, effectively silencing Carlos's ramble. Then, he went catatonic again, the only sign that Logan was actually alive being that he was biting his lip.

"Hey," Carlos said. "Do you want to go to Palm Woods Park with me?"

Logan shook his head.

"Logan, come on. It'll be fun. And I promise we won't run into anyone…" He was careful not to mention the wrestling team, but Logan still seemed unconvinced, so Carlos had to fish for an example. "We won't run into anyone. Not Kendall, or James, or Camille, nobody. Everyone's at school, remember?"

At the mention of the word school, Logan's face fell.

Carlos needed to get his friend to the park immediately. He couldn't just let him rot in this bedroom all day. "But, who cares? They're not learning anything. And we're the ones having fun. Come on."

He pulled Logan up by the wrists. "Shoes. Sorry, um, you need shoes."

Logan complied, sitting back on the edge of his bed, slipping on his sneakers. Carlos pulled him up again, his mind suddenly consumed with the irrational fear that the bed was like quicksand, and if Logan sat there any longer, he wouldn't be able to move. He wouldn't be able to feel better, especially if he never left the room.

Carlos carefully scouted out each hallway, which wass, like he expected, completely deserted. He led Logan down the various hallways and stairwells until they opened the doors that opened out to the Palm Woods Park.

Carlos smiled as he spotted the smoothie cart. He smiled wider when he saw the color return to Logan's face.

"Sit down," Carlos ordered his friend, pointing to a nearby bench. "Over there. Don't move."

That should be easy for him, he thought, as he walked up to the smoothie cart. Logan hadn't moved the whole day. Today, since the brutal Los Angeles heat seemed more brutal than usual, Carlos ordered two lemonades.

Racing back to his friend, he handed one over. He took a sip of his own lemonade, sour and sweet, just the right amount to jolt him awake. It would hopefully do the same to Logan.

"Feeling better?"

Logan smiled around the straw, taking another sip of his lemonade. "Thanks, Carlos."

"Anytime, Logie."

How was that, Guest 14? Hopefully good. I hope you enjoyed! Have a lovely day, everyone.