"Logie, I need to get you home. I think you should sleep for a while. It'll help, trust me," James whispers, meeting Logan's broken gaze. The smaller brunette does look tired, and he's been through a lot. Sleep is just what he needs, maybe he'll feel better afterward.

The cuts on his arm concern him, however. James wonders if they're too deep, and hopes, for Logan's sake, that they aren't. He doesn't think Logan wants to tell Kendall and Carlos about this, after all, he feels the same way. A pang of guilt hits him, keeping the other half of the band in the dark. He knows that it has to be done, though.

"Okay." Logan speaks softly, almost inaudible. It's easy to see that he's tired, upset, distressed, and just an emotional mess right now. His heart breaking, James turns back to the other boy.

"Do you want to walk, or do you want me to carry you?"

"I'll walk," Logan replies, casting his eyes downward.

"Okay, c'mon," James whispers, hauling the other brunette to his feet. Slowly, he begins to lead Logan to his car.

The drive home being silent, both guys walk into 2J, James leading Logan in. Kendall's watching TV, while Carlos is nowhere to be found. The blond looks up as they enter, his eyes widening. He jumps off the couch and walks over to Logan, his concern reflected in his eyes.

"Logie?" Kendall looks at his little brother with sympathy, noting how miserable and broken he looks.

"I'm gonna go to my room," James says. He presses his lips down to Logan's head, nods to Kendall, and leaves the room.

Logie…" Kendall whispers, wrapping his little brother into a warm, tight embrace. He notices instantly how Logan doesn't hug him back, and just stands stiffly in place. He's letting Kendall hug him though, which is a good sign. However, not hugging back is uncharacteristic of him.

"You okay?" He says, stepping back. Logan doesn't look at all okay, but he still feels that the question is necessary. Though in his eyes, Logan is vulnerable and innocent, the small brunette has a temper, possessing a strong ability to fight back, both physically and verbally. He's not someone to be messed with, no matter how much he may appear that way.

"Yeah." Logan's words are emotionless and empty, his gaze on the hardwood floor. Kendall watches as he pushes past, and walks in the direction James went, probably heading for their room.

He can't even describe it.

The feeling…the emotion Logan's been feeling for the past few weeks. It can't be put into words, but it's horrid.

He feels empty, hollow, almost not there. He feels like he doesn't matter, he has no value, but worst of all, if he killed himself right then and there, no one would care.

"Carlos?"

A voice startles the Latino out of his thoughts, and he looks up. Stephanie is standing there, a smile gracing her face. They've been dating for a few months now, and are completely in love.

"Hey, Steph," he replies, scooting over and opening his arms. He's sitting by the pool, just thinking, and now he's glad Stephanie showed up. She sits down next to him, and leans into his chest, as he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

"Steph…what would you do if you fucked up really badly, and the person you hurt is really torn up, and your other friends are freakin' pissed at you?" Carlos doesn't even know why he asked that, but he's pretty curious to hear Stephanie's answer.

"'Litos, what'd you do?" Stephanie's facial expression transforms into one of concern, as she looks at her boyfriend.

Scratching his head, Carlos decides to tell her the truth. "So…Logan said some crap that hurt James, and I yelled at him, and said stuff much worse, and made him cry, and he's a mess, and both James and Kendall and freakin' pissed at me. I regret it…but James won't let me near Logan."

Stephanie sighs, looking away. "You gotta talk to Logan. James is just being over-protective, 'Litos. He's worried that you might say something that'll hurt Logan even more. And from the way he's looked the past few days, Logan doesn't seem okay. Be very gentle, baby, and don't upset him. He's fragile."

Carlos winces when she says fragile. Logan hates being called fragile, vulnerable, etc. He hates being judged for his size, something he can't control.

He nods to Stephanie, smiling and kisses her cheek. "Thanks."

"Logie-bear, please talk to me!" James stands outside their bedroom door, begging. He even called his brother 'Logie-bear'. That nickname is only used in desperate times, because Logan despises it. He thinks it makes him sound weak and vulnerable.

Just as he predicts, the door swings open. But what James sees, makes his eyes widen to the size of soccer balls, and his jaw drop to the floor.

Cliffy, eh? What do you think James saw? Also, I'm sorry that updates are so late. School's started, and I'm already in over my head. I'll update as fast as I can, but I don't know how long that'll be. I'm sorry. Thanks for reading, and please review! I love you guys!

XO ~Neha