A/N: Sorry it took me a bit longer to get this update up. I was sick the past couple of days. I think I had food poisoning or something. I'm still trying to decide if I want to start the Carlos/Logan horror/humor story now or not. I guess you'll know what I decide if you see it pop up.

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Til I Forget About You

Leaving

Today was Camille's last day in Los Angeles for who knows how long. She had to be in New York City tomorrow. The rest of the guys hadn't talked to me ever since I told them that I might be going with Camille to New York City. I ate all my meals in my bedroom rather than the dining room, because I didn't want the other guys to be uncomfortable with me there. I tried to convince myself that I didn't mind, but who was I kidding? Of course I minded!

My suitcase was packed, and I had wheeled it out into the living room. Mrs. Knight and Katie were waiting for me. The three of us were heading to the airport together. Camille's dad would be taking her to the airport separately. I hadn't asked the other guys if they wanted to come see me off, but that's because I knew that they didn't. At the moment, they were currently in their bedroom avoiding me.

I felt like such a horrible person for leaving, but I knew that I couldn't stay. Maybe I just needed some time apart from the rest of the guys. Maybe they would get over it in time. Maybe they would eventually miss me. Sure they were mad at me now, but they couldn't stay mad at me forever, could they? All I knew was that if my staying made them uncomfortable, then I shouldn't stay.

I tried desperately to fight back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes. Mama Knight must have seen how much I was struggling with that, because she walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me in an embrace.

"Oh Logan, they'll come around. You'll see. Just know that there are people here who will miss you; I will miss you. You're like a second son to me. I know that you're not leaving forever, but that won't stop me from missing you while you are gone. Sweetie, any time you want to come back, you are more than welcome," Mama Knight told me.

I couldn't help but notice that the hug between me and Kendall's mom soon became a group hug with the addition of Katie.

"My brother's an idiot! They're all idiots! Instead of trying to get you to stay, they're pushing you away," Katie commented.

I chuckled to myself lightly when I realized that was as close as I was getting to Katie telling me that she would miss me too.

"What's so funny?" she asked, perking her head up.

"I'll miss you too, Katie," I replied.

My eyes drifted to the closed bedroom door where I knew Kendall, James, and Carlos were. I guess a part of me waited with anticipation hoping that the door would open sometime soon before we left for the airport. I didn't want to get my hopes up, but I couldn't stop myself from hoping even if I wanted to.

"Mama Knight, will you tell the guys that I'll miss them, and that I'm sorry?" I asked timidly.

She broke up our group hug only to frown at me. I averted my gaze shortly after, and stared at my feet instead.

"Why don't you tell them, sweetie? I bet they'd like to hear that from you," she responded.

I vehemently shook my head left to right.

"They probably don't want to hear anything I have to say to them," I replied.

I hated what this had done to our friendship. I felt like an outsider; it was the three of them against me. We've been the best of friends since pre-Kindergarten, and it's come to this? Over the last few days, to an outside observer, one would laugh at the idea of me being best friends with Kendall, James, and Carlos.

However, I felt like the only person who deserved to shoulder the blame was me. My suggesting that I go to New York City with Camille was the catalyst; that was the trigger. I was the one who pulled it. Not anyone else. If I hadn't, things would be back to normal as though none of this had ever happened. How much I wished that were the case.

"Maybe, but then again, maybe not. Do you want to walk away without saying anything to them and possibly regret that decision later on? Forget about what they think. Forget about what they want. If you want to say goodbye to them, then say goodbye to them," Mama Knight said.

She made it sound so simple. She made it seem like it was all black and white. I was too analytical. I was too objective. I was too considerate. All of those traits were stopping me from telling them goodbye. Yeah, I went out of my way to avoid them as much as possible, but not once did they reach out to me. Not once did they approach me. Not once did they talk to me. I closed myself off to them, but they didn't do anything to lessen the distance that was growing between us.

I could see why they were mad at me too, so I couldn't really blame them. If I was in their shoes, and they were in mine, I'd be mad at me too. I understood how it might seem like I was throwing eleven years of friendship away all for some girl. That couldn't be an easy pill to swallow. It made sense why they wouldn't want to say goodbye to me.

I cared way too much about what other people thought or felt—more than I cared about what I thought or felt. What stopped me from going to them were their feelings toward me. I wanted to say goodbye to them. I wanted them to say goodbye to me. I knew though that's not what they wanted. Somehow, what they wanted mattered more to me than what I wanted. Their thoughts and feelings came first.

"Let's just go. If we don't leave soon, I'm going to miss my flight," I said.

Mama Knight and Katie led the way, and I solemnly followed behind them. They had already made it out the front door. I stood in the threshold, and took one look back, combing over the interior of the apartment.

"Bye Apartment 2J," I said.

"Logan?" I heard a familiar voice say.

I was surprised to see that Carlos had emerged from the bedroom just in time to catch me before I left. Seeing tears stream down his cheeks, only made tears fall down my cheeks. Carlos was crying. He was crying because of me. Just when I thought I couldn't feel any worse about myself…

"Carlos, what are you—" I asked before he cut me off.

"Don't go, Logan. Please don't go. I'm not mad at you. If anything, you should be mad at me. I've been a total jerk to you the past few days. It's just it was much easier to go along with Kendall and James than to go against them. I know that's a lousy excuse, but if you'll just stay, I'll try and make it up to you. I'll do whatever you want. Just name it. Just don't get on that plane, Logan," Carlos said, his eyes glistening with tears.

Now I felt like the worst friend in the world. I couldn't help but feel like now I had to choose between Carlos and Camille. I had known Carlos for eleven years. I had only known Camille for less than a year. Carlos was one of my best friends, and right now, probably my only best friend. Camille was my girlfriend. It would be so much simpler if Camille had landed a role in Los Angeles or the guys went with me to New York City. I knew neither of those scenarios was happening though.

"Logan, please. Ever since you and I met, we've never been away from each other for a day. How am I supposed to go without seeing you for six months or longer? I'll talk to Kendall and James. I'll get them to come around. Please, just don't leave," Carlos begged.

I knew in my heart of hearts that they wouldn't come around though. They were both way too stubborn to do that. I mean maybe eventually they would, but not anytime soon. Especially not James. He made his feelings toward me crystal clear the last time he and I talked.

It's not like we'll be losing someone important.

Unless we're desperate for someone to sing backup vocals and harmonies, that is.

If I was being perfectly honest with myself, this wasn't the first time I felt like an outsider within our group. I always joked about how "I've gotta get new friends." I was joking too…for the most part. A part of me was serious though. It just didn't make sense how someone like me could be friends with people like them. We didn't exactly have a lot in common. We loved hockey and we loved singing together. Other than that, I didn't really have anything in common with them. I always felt like the ugly duckling of the group.

James and Carlos were very much alike. Both were fun-loving. Both loved parties. Both loved establishing and boosting their cred—their rep. They, after all, were 'The Hollywood Super Party Kings of Hollywood.'

Out of all my best friends, I was probably most like Kendall. The two of us were the more mature ones. The two of us were more responsible. However, Kendall was more of a troublemaker than I was. He was often the one who came up with all of our schemes and plans. He was more of a risk taker than I was. In fact, it was often Kendall who persuaded me to go along with his plans despite my reservations.

"I'm sorry Carlos. I have to go. Camille is waiting for me. Mrs. Knight and Katie are probably in the parking lot right now waiting to pull out," I said.

"You know, I've always liked Camille, but what she's doing to you isn't right, Logan. Making you choose between her and your best friends," Carlos stated.

I was surprised by how blunt Carlos was just now. Usually, he chose his words a bit more carefully. It's not often anyone heard Carlos say that he thought something someone was doing was wrong.

"I'm not choosing her over you guys, Carlos. I just think that this is the best decision for everyone. Besides, singing isn't my thing. My dream is to become a doctor. As far as our group of friends is concerned, James was right; I'm not important. You'll be fine without me," I said, my voice breaking.

Carlos quickly closed the distance between the two of us. He threw his arms around me in a comforting hug. A part of me wanted to shove him off, but most of me found myself welcoming the gesture.

"Where is this coming from? How can you say that, Logan? That isn't true at all! You are an amazing singer! You can hit notes I couldn't even dream of hitting. Plus, if singing wasn't your thing, then why is Gustavo giving you more and more solos? Why are you getting to sing the lead more and more? I'll tell you why, because singing is your thing! As far as our group of friends goes, you are important. You're the brains of the group. If it wasn't for you, Kendall, James, and I would have landed in juvie countless times by now. You're the most level-headed one…" Carlos said before I cut him off.

"You mean the most boring one," I interjected.

"You're not boring! Don't forget who went 'ghost hunting' with me. Don't forget who was one half of 'The Good Luck Patrol' with me. That was you. Kendall and James wouldn't have done those things with me, but you did."

Come to think of it, I wasn't really surprised that out of all of my best friends, Carlos was the one who was trying to stop me from leaving. Out of the four of us, he was the one who had the hardest time holding a grudge. Out of the four of us, he was the youngest. He gave me a run for my money as the most sensitive and emotional one of the group.

"Carlos, I have to go. I'll be back before you know it, though. You can call me, text me, and e-mail me anytime you want, day or night," I said, pulling back from his embrace.

"Yeah, but it won't be the same," Carlos replied.

"I know, Carlos. I know. I'll see you later, okay?"

Even though a voice inside my head was screaming at me not to, I walked away from Carlos. I couldn't bear to look at him. I didn't want to see how sad I had made him. I wasn't even sure if he responded to me or not.

XXXXX

Camille and I were waiting at our gate at LAX. Any second now, they would start boarding passengers for our flight. We were seated side by side. She rested her head on my shoulder. She knew something was up with me. I was a lot quieter than normal.

"Are you okay?" she asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders. How could I answer that question truthfully? I wanted to go, but I wanted to stay. I was okay, but I wasn't. I loved Camille, which was why I was going with her, but I hated her because she was making me leave in the first place.

Saying that I was going to leave was one thing, but now that I was actually about to, it was entirely different. I was starting to second guess myself. I was starting to have doubts. I was starting to chicken out and get cold feet.

"Look, you don't have to come with me if you don't want to, Logan. I mean ideally, I wouldn't want to have a long-distance relationship, but if you want to stay, just tell me, and we'll find some way to work it out," Camille said.

"No, I want to go. I have to do this," I replied.

It had always been the four of us—Kendall, James, Carlos, and me. I had never really been off on my own. I didn't know how I would fare on my own. A part of me was scared by that. However, a part of me was admittedly kind of excited. Besides, I wouldn't be completely on my own. I would have Camille with me.

To Be Continued…

A/N: So once again, Carlos gets in the spotlight. I have no idea how this keeps happening. Lol. I don't know how I feel about this chapter, but hopefully you liked it. I hadn't updated in a while, so at least I'm getting something up, right? Oh, and I am thinking of writing a sequel (of sorts) to my story 'Brotherly Love.' I don't know if it's so much a sequel though. It plays off the events of the episode 'Big Time Sneakers.' It'll just be a one-shot though. Starting another multi-chapter story? Thanks, but no thanks. If I do, it'll be the Carlos/Logan Horror/Humor one not a Jagan one. Anyways, yeah for some reason my Author's Notes always end up really long, so I'll shut up now.