Logan:
Caitlin and I head to her parents room, her flip flops squeaking as we made our way there.
"Hey, you guys." Kendall calls out, rushing towards us. He gets a few glares and 'shh' but he ignores them. That's the thing about Kendall. He did what he wanted and he didn't care what people thought. Well, except his friends.

We proceeded to make our way down the hallway. Almost as if we were part of the movie Mean Girls and were the popular crew of the school. I shook my head. I was losing it.
As we entered the room, the pale blue walls welcomed me back for another dreadful time. I hated hospitals. They gave me the shivers. Everywhere people were sick and needed help. It saddens me.
My view shifted to her parents who were poking at the food on their plates. A large dry piece of meat sat in the middle with some carrots on the side. A stiff jell-o sat on the side, in a small cup.
"Afternoon, guys." Caitlin smiles at her parents. "You eating lunch?"
The rest of us say our hellos as they look up from their plastic plates and gives us warm smiles. They look from Caitlin to me to the others. They nod and look back at the plates.
"What's for lunch?" Caitlin tries again, looking at the plate. "Yuck. Next time, how about I bring you some real lunch?"
"We're fine." Her mom finally spoke.
"C'mon mom. Look at that. The meat is practically alive." Caitlin sighs, sitting down on a chair.
Her mom ignores her and smiles at me. "I don't know how you deal with her. She's so persisting." Caitlin sighs as I give her mom a small laugh.
Her dad squints at me and gives a nod. "Pass me the paper, will you, son?" I grab the newspaper from a table behind me and hand it to him.
"You know, you're alright. I just might consider letting you marry my daughter."
"Dad." Caitlin sighs while I laugh again. "I'm going to the washroom."
She says, getting up. "Be right back."
She walks swiftly out of the room, her brown hair falling behind her. I outline her figure with my eyes, starting with her slender legs. She's wearing shorts which makes it ten times easier. She grips onto her bag's handle as she exits the room, headed to the washroom.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Her dad says, interrupting my thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Don't play dumb, boy. I was once a boy." He laughs. I blush. Before I can say anything else, he says another thing. "Take care of her, you hear?" He looks at all of us.
"Just in case we...leave, we want to know she's in good hands." Her mom adds.
"Mrs. Greene!" Katelynexclaims. "Don't be silly."
"I'm just stating the obvious, darling." She laughs but it's far from happiness.
"Caitlin means a great deal to us, Mr. Greene." James speaks.
"So you'd do anything to protect her, right?"
"Of course. She's a sister I never had." James nods.
"Speaking of sister, Katelyn, I need you to be there the most for her." Her mom smiles.
"Mrs. Greene, with all due respect, I don't think Caitlin would like you speaking like this." Katelynsighs.
They nod, and Mrs. Greene say anything else. But Mr. Greene does. "You guys means a great deal to her, as well. You do know that, correct?"
"Of course." I nod.
"She told us once over the phone that you guys were her world. You're just as important to her as she is to you." He continues.
I want to say something to him but a nurse comes into the room, disturbing the conversation.
"I'm sorry." She apologizes. "Mrs. and Mr. Greene, it's time for your nap." She looks at their plastic plates and sighs. "How come you haven't touched your lunch?"
"For heaven's sake, Millie." Caitlin's dad groans. "We're not five years old. Stop babying us."
Millie, who I assume is the nurse's name, shrugs and looks back at us. "I'm afraid you have to leave."
"Oh. Okay." We nod.
"Thanks. Bye Mr. Greene. Have a good afternoon, Mrs. Greene." I say, waving to the two familiar faces in the stiff hospital beds.
We leave the room and we come to a realization that Caitlin still hasn't returned.
"She couldn't have gone far." James says, looking worried.
Without another word, we all headed off in our own ways, looking for Caitlin.
I started my search outside, strolling by elders who needed care or patients out for a fresh air. I enjoyed the small breeze that the clouds gave up in the summer hotness every once in a while.
To my surprise, I spotted Caitlin sitting on a bench, fidgeting with her fingers. She looked up, eagerly as if waiting for someone to come and her eyes widen when she saw me.
"What are you doing here?" She asks me as I sit down next to her, shoving my hands into my pockets.
"I should be asking you." I replied.

She started down at her hands again, as if thinking of a answer."Honestly, I don't know." She sighed, leaning her head on my shoulder.
"I was coming back from the washroom and I heard my parents talking to you. They seemed to much more eager to talk to you guys then me. So I left you guys at it and dashed."
"Caitlin, we were talking about you."
"Yeah, behind my back."
"It was all good, I swear!" I exclaimed.
She lifted her head from my shoulder and a feeling shot through me like pain. I realized it was. "Logan, you don't get it, do you?"
"No, I don't." I shake my head.
There was a flicker in her eyes and fear overcame me. If there would be a time where Caitlin would be breaking up with me, now would be the time. I felt as if she would be breaking up with me right then. Caitlin was my life. I'd die without her. But as fast as the flash came, it left her eyes and she softened.
"My parents are in a hospital, my other friends are ignoring me, you guys are forced to go to a hospital as a daily activity and my boyfriend seems lost." She whispered.
"What?" I ask, startled.
"Ever since..." She stops then shakes her head. "Never mind. Let's go back to the studio."
"Caitlin - "
"The others are probably waiting by the cars." She said, ignoring me.
"C'mon."
She gets up and I do too, but I pull her back. I swing her around so she's facing me and I pull her in so were face to face, nose to nose. I pull her into me, not caring that it was so friggin' hot, and enjoying her familiar warmth and smell. She looked up at me and I took it to a advantage and kissed her.
"Everything will be alright." I murmured into her hair.
"I sure hope your right." She whispered.
"I know I am." I said, pulling her out so I could look at her. "I'm sure of it."
She smiled up at me and the Earth felt balanced. It's been a while since it felt like that. With the tour coming up, Caitlin falling apart, life has never been more difficult and tiring.