Logan looked through his duffel bag in confusion, moving everything this way and that. "Have you guys seen my jacket?" He asked his friends.

James shook his head. "No, why do you need it anyway?"

He rolled his eyes and turned to face the taller teen. "'Cause we're going outside and it's pretty cold."

Kendall threw a arm around his shoulders, almost dragging him down. Sometimes the kid forgot his own strength. "Relax, we're just going across the street."

He felt a flash of panic at the mention of Spill the Beans, but he pushed it down. It was doubtful that the weirdo could actually be there after telling him she kind of stalked him there. He tired to let his logic over take his paranoia.

"What's with you?" Carlos asked as they headed out of the building. "You've been acting weird the past couple of days."

"It's nothing. I guess I'm still a little sick." That wasn't too much of a lie, he still felt a little icky.

Kendall growled softly, he still hadn't forgiven the other teen for not telling him he was sick in the first place. How was he suppose to protect him if he didn't tell him when things went wrong?

"Hey guys!" The barista greeted them. "Your normal seats open, I'll bring by your drinks in a minute."

Logan flashed her a smile, always the polite one. "Thanks Sally."

They sat in the booth seat next to the front window. It became a rule that they had to sit there just in case Gustavo wanted them and didn't feel like being a normal person and call their cells. Logan leaned against the window, letting the coolness sooth his growing headache.

"Here ya boys go."

Kendall warmed his hands on his coffee before taking a sip and laughing at something Carlos said.

Sure it looked like he was joking with his friends, but in reality he was trying to figure out how to get Logan alone, so he could confront him about what was wrong. Logan had a better chance of lying if the other guys were here than if the two of them were alone.

"Oh, and Logan." Sally walked up to the table, a dark blue denim jacket in hand. "I found this here yesterday."

Logan's eyes widened and he force a smile. "Thanks Sally. I've been looking for that."

Carlos raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you wearing that yesterday?"

"Yeah," James answered for him. "But how did it get here? We haven't been here since last week."

Logan swallowed thickly and laughed awkwardly. "Y-Yeah. I have no idea...I do have black one. Maybe I was wearing that?" He shrugged. "I can't remember what I wore yesterday. I mean, who does?" He covered James' mouth when he opened it to talk. "Yes, yes. I know. You do. Please don't describe it, we don't have all day."

James leaned back, huffing, while Carlos burst out laughing.

Kendall grinned but he kept an eye on Logan, who seemed to do the impossible and grow paler than ever. The pale teen stared down at something he just pulled out of his pocket, hands trembling slightly.

"What's that?"

Logan's head shot up, eyes wide in what could be called confusion, but Kendall knew it was surprise. He put on an easy smile that didn't fool him for even a second and slid the paper into his jacket. "Nothing, just some homework I had done and accidentally shoved in there. I had to re-do it 'cause I lost it...guess I didn't really lose it."

"That sucks," Carlos said, only hearing what Logan said and not how he looked.

He rolled his eyes. "Tell me about it." He loved school and all, but there was only so much he could tolerate.

James sighed. "Oh lookie." He pointed out the window. "We're being summoned."

They all looked out and saw Kelly hanging out of one of the windows of the studio, waving at them frantically to come back to work.

"Well, we are dogs."

"Shut up."

Logan avoided meeting Kendall's eyes all day, looking everywhere but at him. The blond was getting more and more frustrated, the frustration hitting the high point that night when Logan actually sat on the other side of the couch from him.

He'd never done that before. It was James, Carlos, Logan, and Kendall. The two shortest sat in the middle and then the other two on the outside. That was how it was always done. Why did it change now?

"You still going on that date with Camille tomorrow?" James asked.

Logan glanced at him and bit his lips softly. "Yeah...I think so." He looked frightened, almost how he looked when they were opening fan mail

Kendall frowned, something was wrong. Logan wasn't this scared of Camille. The raven haired teen even told them she was actually quite sweet and tamed (okay, not tamed per say...more like less crazy?) once you got her away from all the drama and cameras.

"What's wrong?" Carlos peered into his face carefully. "You're still acting funny, but not sick."

Logan waved away the question. "I'm good. Just had a sudden flash of Camille jumping me in excitement." Once you've been jumped by Camille it was very difficult and slightly painful to get up. He checked the clock and yawned. "I think I'm gonna head to bed. Get rid the rest of this cold before the date."

A chorus of goodbyes followed him, and twenty minutes later so did Kendall.

He wanted to get to the bottom of this. The fear, the obvious lying. It wasn't like Logan to do this to them. But he didn't want Logan to clam up before he could ask anything.

And he was too late. Logan was already curled up and snoring softly, arm dangling off the bed. Kendall smiled fondly and pulled the arm back up.

"Night, Loges."

Dear my sweet, sweet Logie-bear,

You left your jacket in the lobby yesterday. It smells good. Do you smell like that everyday? I really want to find out.

I was going to keep it, but I didn't want you getting cold before I got my hands on you. That would be bad, very bad. So not good.

I left you a few things in there. Did you like my new pictures? I like them. You have the copies, I have the originals.

I wish I had some more personal pictures of you. Up close, you looking at the camera and knowing it was me. Hopefully it will be soon.

Did I hear you're going on a date tomorrow? Jo and that bitch were talking about it in the lobby...

What did I say about that bitch? Oh yeah, to keep her filthy hands off you.

Oh, but don't worry. You can still go on that date. I give you my full permission. I want my little Logie to be happy, of course!

Just make sure she doesn't touch you in anyway I don't like. And trust me, I'll know if she does.

You're biggest fan,

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo