Hey y'all! This chapter is dedicated to JustChillin (Guest) for the request. I hope this turns out well! Kendall is being grumpy for actually no reason in this.

Sorry this wasn't up yesterday, somehow I've been managing daily updates but maybe I'll aim for a double update today to make up for it?

I also apologize if Jo's apartment is in the wrong spot, I checked the wiki and it told me that it basically changed three times.

Anyway. Happy reading, as always, and enjoy!

Logan knew almost immediately that something was wrong with Kendall. It was already nine in the morning and the blonde was still asleep, presumably. Logan hadn't gone back into their bedroom to wake him up, but the clock was ticking, making them later and later by the second. Of course, Logan was well aware of his friends' habits of sleeping in. But Kendall knew they had a nine o'clock call time.

He rises from the swivel chair he's spinning in, not for fun, but anxiously. Anxious spinning. Logan doesn't bother knocking, and flicks the light back on. Kendall had to be up then. Logan had turned the lights on when he got up earlier that morning.

"Kendall," he says at the door. "Kendall, we're going to be late."

In response, Kendall murmurs something incoherent.

"Kendall," he repeats. "We have to be at the studio. Right now, actually, and Gustavo won't be—"

"Get out, Logan," Kendall replies. "I'm getting ready."

Harsh, but still not uncommon behavior for his sleep-deprived friend. It usually took a few minutes for any normal person to wake up, Logan reasoned with himself. There was no way Kendall was being rude to him on purpose. Just the effects of low sleep on the body.

That's what he thought originally. However, his original thought process was, for one of the first times, proven wrong.

—

This was easily determined by Kendall's behavior in rehearsal. He looked awake enough to sing. And sing well. Well enough for Gustavo to critique them at his usual level, you didn't make me want to throw up, I only had the mildest desire to choke you, etcetera. There was no extra tension between the two today.

Which would have been a relief, except that it seems this tension had shifted from Kendall and Gustavo to Kendall and Logan.

Kendall also sounded awake enough to hold a conversation with Carlos, about what, Logan wasn't sure. But Kendall was laughing, smiling. So, initially, Logan thought the problem was gone. Just early morning sluggishness was to blame, then. It made perfect sense.

Unfortunately, this was the second time today that he was proven wrong.

Logan hadn't even messed up. He didn't stutter over the new lyrics, didn't screw up the harmonies. No. He simply nudged Kendall, accidentally. That's what sent him over the edge.

Kendall yells something at him which he couldn't hear. He was trying to block it out, pressing his headphones closer to his ears. He motions for James to switch places with him in the sound booth, who obliges.

"Guys," Kelly interrupts. "Guys!"

But Gustavo beats her to the punch. "Dogs! What are you doing? James, Logan, switch back. From the top."

And Logan sings, as if he's on autopilot, halfway present, barely even that. Because he still couldn't figure out Kendall's hostile attitude towards him. He needed to figure it out though. What had he done?

—

After rehearsal. It's dark out by the pool, still heavily occupied by all the teenage residents of the Palm Woods. Logan is reading up by that fire pit. The others are in the pool, splashing around.

With the last chapter finished, Logan sets his book down and walks over to join his friends. Kendall's frowning at him.

"What?" Logan asks, irritated beyond belief. He's spent the whole day trying to figure this out, what he could have possibly done to keep Kendall mad at him like this, but nothing comes to mind. It's frustrating not having the answer.

Carlos cuts the tension with the loud suggestion of a chicken fight. Logan's only consolation comes from the fact that Kendall won't be the one pushing him off James's shoulders. The second, newer consolation, is James's shoulders that he is currently sitting on. James holds Logan's ankles to provide more balance.

Logan and Kendall are usually on the same team when it comes to games like this. But with how the day has gone so far, he's almost positive Knedall would let him drown. Well, maybe not drown. But drop him, something to inflict injury. Logan is not Kendall's biggest fan right now. The look in his eyes before he submerges himself under the water proves it.

"And, fight!" Carlos declares, arms outstretched, ready to knock Logan down. And they do, because Logan has never won in a chicken fight, he's not entirely sure why he keeps agreeing to play the game. Surely not because of the immeasurable amount of chlorine and pool water he swallows, nearly choking on.

Logan resurfaces, coughing up at least a half-pint of water. He rests his arms on the edge of the pool before pulling himself out. He shivers.

What is going on with Kendall?

—-

Logan still doesn't have his answer by the next morning. He doesn't even remember sleeping, he probably didn't. His brain's been wide awake since the darkest hours of night, until the earliest hours of the morning.

It's shutting down, shutting down right as he nearly collided with the table, plunking down into his chair. There's a bowl of cereal in front of him, one he doesn't remember preparing, but his brain has been blanking out all morning.

It's probably his. He swishes the spoon around in the cereal mixture, before lifting the spoon to his lips. The spoon never makes it there. His head, on the other hand, lands right into his cereal bowl.

The exhaustion overwhelms him. He stumbles to his feet as someone pulls him backwards. The chair he was sitting in crashes to the floor.

It's Kendall. Logan's too tired to understand what he's actually saying, but he looks angry. Kendall throws his hands up in annoyance and Logan wonders, what?

What could he possibly have done?

He leaves Kendall standing there to wipe off his face. He's completely knocked out for a minute, right as he sits back at the table.

He's awake again when Kendall's yelling more at him.

"Kendall," he manages, his lips barely moving, his words slurred from exhaustion. "What did I do?"

He's not listening for Kendall's response, and when he does get one, Logan talks over it anyway. "What did I do? I don't even know, and it's—I've been trying to—I'm sorry! I don't know what I did!"

Kendall's talking again, his tone unchanged, still ripe with uncharacteristic anger.

But James and Carlos are talking as well. James is yelling at Kendall, Carlos is too, for a minute. Then, the Latino turns to Logan and sits down next to him.

"Did you sleep, Logie?"

Logan barely moves his head to signify that, yes, Carlos is correct, and no, he did not get any sleep.

"Maybe Kendall's grumpy because you haven't been sleeping?"

No, Kendall doesn't care about that right now. All he's done the whole day and last is frown and yell at Logan.

"Maybe it's because Gustavo likes you more?"

Logan snorts. Gustavo doesn't like any of them, but if he does, Kendall's obviously his favorite.

"Oh! You were out on a date just a few days ago, right, with Camille? And Kendall hasn't been able to hang out with Jo since she's been so busy on set. Kendall misses his girlfriend."

Carlos figured it out. Carlos figured it out before he did. He huffs in frustration once, before sitting up, bracing himself for Kendall's wrath.

"Kendall?" Logan interrupts the argument he's having with James, quietly, and somehow, it works.

Kendall turns to him. No verbal reply or anything.

Logan looks back to Carlos who encourages him with a smile. Logan balls up his fists and pulses, trying to breathe, trying to remember that he has the answer. If he just gets it over with, the problem will be over with, too. Just like that.

"Are you mad—er, um—with me because I've been hanging out with Camille and you haven't been—with Jo, obviously, I mean—because she's been busy on set?"

Kendall doesn't offer up a reply.

Logan squeezes his thumbs inside his fists tighter, feeling the familiar sensation of his knuckles cracking. "Because—because I'm sorry, I just don't know how to make you not angry with me anymore. I, um, I don't know."

Silence.

Logan rolls his eyes, snatching the remote off the couch. He flips through the DVR until he finds a prerecorded hockey game from Sunday. He takes two slices leftover of veggie pizza (why does Kendall like this? It's disgusting. And it's not really a breakfast food, but it'll work.) and microwaves them. Handing the plate to Kendall, he points to the screen. "Hockey game. Your favorite food. I—ugh. Kendall! I don't understand, why can't you…"

He trails off as everything clicks in his head. He rushes out of the apartment before anyone can stop him. He's practically banging Jo's door down, when it's her father that opens it.

"I need Jo. Immediately. Has she left yet?"

"Are you Kendall?"

"No, I'm—I'm Logan. But I need Jo for Kendall. Does she have a minute?"

Jo's father disappears into their apartment. Jo nearly collided with Logan on her way out.

"Hey, Logan," she says. "What are you doing?"

"Do you have a minute? Just a minute. It's Kendall, please."

She nods, slightly confused by the vague explanation, but they head towards the elevators, just barely evading Jo's driver.

Logan is frantically jamming the Floor 2 button.

"What's going on, Logan?"

"Nothing, nothing. I just—figured something out."

The elevator doors open to reveal the second floor. Logan throws open the door to 2J, Jo at his side.

He pushes Jo inside, with the persistent repetition of, "Kendall, here's your girlfriend. Kiss her."

"Relax, Logan," James is saying, with a careful warning tone laced through his words. Why is he doing that? He's the one who solved the problem, no thanks to James.

The future doctor dismisses this and watches his genius idea unfold.

Jo and Kendall do kiss, the already brief public display of affection cut even shorter with an urgent text from Jo's driver.

And there she goes again, off to film one of the stupidest shows ever on television.

Logan watches Kendall's face carefully, currently stuck in a perpetual grin. Paralyzing bliss.

Logan claps in his face to de-paralyze him.

"I tried my best," he supplies weakly, a small smile on his face, thinking he's finally solved the whole thing.

Kendall grins again, and that's all Logan needs to know.