Logan currently, really, really, didn't want to be in that perfectly sanitized hospital; he desperately wanted to still be at James's house, sleeping off the tears that were coming so much lately. But no, the taller boy said that he had to see the blonde boy from before who jumped the gun, literally, and saved him. He was thankful, but it didn't make any part of this whole situation less awkward.

He didn't know the boy. Logan had no idea who exactly he was and why he'd do it, but he knew that he'd have to go see him. To be grateful and apologetic, all while in the face of utter destruction, for the teen that had saved him. And though he was happy that this new boy, James, was with him, it didn't make it any easier to handle.

Yes he still wondered, why had the boy done it exactly? He knew that he didn't know the teen that had done it and he knew that the blonde boy had taken a real, painful bullet for him, but he still wondered, why?

No one really liked Logan; he knew that, so Carlos really was his only friend at St. Mary's Catholic. Everyone just knew the brunette as the dorky gay kid who didn't speak much. So why would this person he'd never seen before take a hit for him? Logan believed in good people, but that was taking it to new extremes; there had to be another reason that wasn't exactly clear to him yet.

If Logan had died that day, sure, it would have been a loss and the school may have even mourned him, but it wouldn't have been genuine? No one would have known him well enough to have anything to cry about; the only people that gave a damn about Logan were the ones who would bully him. Them and Carlos.

Carlos, his one and only friend. Carlos, his would be killer. Carlos, the only person he'd ever truly learned to love. And without the Latin boy there, it didn't matter how many Jameses were there to comfort him because the pain was just too much. Without his friend by his side all his, all his courage was gone, leaving the world a colorless, ghastly monochrome. Everything seemed to have a colorless color; an emptiness that desperately needed to be filled.

But without Carlos, it couldn't.

And maybe that's why he was so afraid to enter the hospital room of the boy who'd taken the blow for him. Because he had to realize that Carlos did this. That he hurt this person and would never be back to apologize for it, leaving another thing empty – another color left absolutely colorless.

"Come on kid," James urged, lightly pushing Logan forward to the door, "You don't have anything to worry about."

"But, but," Logan was desperate to come up with an argument to not have to this, "but what if he doesn't want to see me because, cause, he took so much pain for me and I'm not even worth it." The brunette hugged himself tight to show how closed to the idea he was but of course the tanned teen didn't listen.

"Now how on earth could anyone regret saving you," James started, getting closer to Logan get him to open up, "You're pretty and smart and pure and perfect. There's not a thing to regret about saving you. It's like saving an Angel."

"You think I'm an Angel," Logan responded enthusiastically, obviously falling for the compliments.

"Sure, what-ever you want, you just need to go in there," James replied, slowly backing away.

"Wait, you aren't coming in there with me," the smaller boy whimpered out.

"I'll be right back," James said, making his voice reach a higher pitch, "Plus, I don't owe him."

"I. Owe. Him." Logan responded cautiously, not liking the way the statement tasted in his mouth.

"Yeah, you at least owe him a 'hello,'" the taller by said while walking away, "plus I have to go check my hair; I think I felt the cuda hold break."

"Yeah, you go do that," the smaller teen said with a tiny grin at the ridiculousness of James and his beauty routines. But that didn't make this situation any less tense. Nervously, he turned around into the door behind him, yet he didn't open it. Instead, he stood still to hear James's footsteps disappear and then he started to think.

If he tried right now, he could run away and escape going into that room with the person who saved him. He could get away right now and take a bus to his home. He wouldn't have to face the blonde and he could avoid James, but he had to get away first. Then the door swung open.

"Kendall!" the small girl in the doorway shrilly screamed,"you have a visitor. A very, very cute visitor."

Logan blushed a deep red when the little girl said that and he could tell she did it on purpose; the devious smile on her face gave that away instantly. So he walked in slowly, letting himself feel comfortable as he passed through the sturdy metal door frame and into the bright, white room. Then he saw the blonde.

Author's Note: I know what you're thinking; you're thinking WHAT THE HELL! You end right there with less than a thousand words written and with the last line, "Then he saw the blonde." Well, I have something important to tell you about this story. I love every story I write individually like they're my babies. I may hate the way they go and I make think they suck, but no matter what, they're my version of children and I put a lot of work into coming up with the ideas and writing it out in the most detailed, dramatic fashion possible. And when I start to resent one of my babies, I have a problem.

Recently, I've begun to resent this story.

So I have to do something I never ever wanted to do and put this story on hiatus. I'm not cancelling or quitting this story, but for now, I'm putting it on a break for a while. A long while. But I make you this swear on, on, on Gaga (yup, I'm swearing on Gaga) that I will finish this story. I don't care if it's five chapters, but I'm going to finish this and it will turn out Kogan in the end, but at the moment, I simply can't do that. Don't hate me for this. I love you all too much to hate me. No, instead I hope you can just put up with the wait and accept that this will take a while. So be looking out in a few months for when this story continues. And I don't care if it only has three readers, because it will get finished. And I will love the finish. It will just take longer than the time I've given myself. So don't hate me too much and know that this isn't over. Not by a long shot. Not with the last line, "Then he saw the blonde."

On Hiatus. For Now!

On the bright side, I do have a new ongoing that's starting on Friday that should be okay; it isn't as dramatic as this at first, but you know me; I'll get there.

Luv ya. XoXo.