Sitting in that familiar hospital chair, I began to truly consider things like life and death; love and hate. What truly was the difference; were is the line in the sand that separates love and hate because they were basically the same thing. Kendall was the perfect example of that and so was I. We had both hated each other so much because we loved each other more than we wanted to ever realize. But watching him in the hospital bed now, while different doctors did different things, I realized just how fragile life was. In the last year, I'd experienced almost anything life had to throw at me and still, it somehow could throw more shit in my face. I was beat up my first day in town. I'd had sex. My best friend got raped and acted like it didn't happen. The love of my life had died while I was forced to watch. I'd gotten taken advantage of and in a way, raped too. I'd lost it all and still, I didn't see this coming. How did I not frickin see this shit coming? Because for some very weird reason, life had decided to take it all from me one at a time, so why would it spare my reason to live anymore. The last year had forced me to grow-up and realize a lot about myself. That all of those things from before were no different; love and hate was the same exact thing, just different levels of intensity; life was death and death changed lives. It was all a cycle. And all Kendall was doing was sleeping. I was awake all day and night and all he would do was sleep. And what if this sleep turned into something much longer than that. Death and sleep look a lot alike.

It didn't matter if it was too many pills or slit wrists, but I wasn't living without him. I'd failed at dying with James, but this time, I wouldn't screw up. There was no one to stop me. Carlos has Camille, Jo has Sam, Mom's got her Sister and I had Kendall. And without him, there was no need for me. And the hardest of all to accept was that it was all so very familiar to that dreaded night. I knew that sitting here in tears wouldn't help me or him at all, but it passed the time. And my only hope left was to pass enough time till I woke up. I woke up at home in L.A. were I had never left and my dad was alive and James, Kendall, and Carlos had never had their lives screwed up because of me. I knew that that would never happen, but if it did, tears were as good a time machine as any. It was late and after crying for hours without my contacts, I just couldn't help but fall asleep in the chair. And that horrifying dream came back to me, but this time, I didn't wake up after it all ended. I just existed. And it was the worst part of all, the thought of living without any of them. That's when I heard the voice of my dreams.

"Sugar," Kendall panted from the bed, "Why Are You *breathe* Crying?" he smiled when he saw my face light up.

"Kendall," I yelped, jumping out of the seat in excitement, "You woke up, you're awake. How- How are you feeling? Right now." My sentences were choppy, which would have usually bugged me, but I didn't care. He'd woken up. He was okay.

"Iloveyou," he huffed out, closing his eyes back in the process, "Iloveyoualo….." and he left me again, alone. I started to scream, doing my best to wake him up, but there was no response out of him, just heavy breathing. I had to give up.

"You can't leave me like this," I finally cried out hours later, ribbons of tears winding down my eyes, "No, you aren't leaving me alone here. They've taken all they can from me, but they can't take you. No one can take you. They took Jo from me and they took my dad. They even took James, but you were supposed to be the exception." I started pacing the room, my arms wrapped around myself to stay warm, "You were my absolute and you still are, so if you even consider leaving, you're mistaken. So … So, you need to wake up again right now and talk to me or, or, or I meet do something to myself. Do you hear that Kendall, I could hurt myself if you are gone and no one could take that back if you don't wake up soon. So yeah, get up, right now, get up." I ran over to the bed and leaned my head on his legs. It'd been two days to take him to wake up. And he just leaves as soon as he shows. No, no this behavior just wouldn't be allowed. Especially not if my sanity mattered. "Look Kendall," I said, "I've given everything up for you. I've given away my privacy and my innocence. And I regret none of it when you're around, but when I'm alone, all I want is it all back. But I remember that it was for you and that's all that matters and it does. So I want a favor for once. Get up. Right now. I don't care if you leave me for someone else, just get up." I put my hands on his stomach when I felt something lightly brush my own. A steel, Velcro feel caressed my hand that was on his abs, and I just stayed there. This time, no jumps or anything that could startle him because he meant too much to me to do that. Instead, I stayed perfectly still just to get some feeling from him.

"Now why would I want to do That," Kendall replied smiling back at me, "Especially when you're my fiancé."

I gave him a confused look, "It's just a promise ring Kendall, we aren't engaged; you were the one to remind me of that at first."

"Oh Crap." He replied, giving me an awkward smile as I began to put two-and-two together.

"Kendall, are you going to propose."

"No. What would make you think that."

"You are so going to propose."

"Nope."

"Yes you are."

"I'm tired Logie, we'll talk about this later."

"Hey, no, I finally got you awake, you aren't leaving me again. Not by a long shot," I turned around to face him triumphant, but it was too late. He was asleep again. But something very different had changed the mood for me. I crawled into the hospital bed with him, wrapping the arm that wasn't hurt around me and smiling while I laid my head on his chest. He was going to propose. He was going to finally claim me as his. Finally. And it made me feel really bad for feeling like I did before he woke up, but it also made me nervous. We were both seventeen year-olds in our junior year of High-School, going onto senior. We had only known each other for maybe four months intimately because he was gone for a while getting help for himself. And we'd have to leave the state if we were ever going to actually get married and that would be a lot of trouble. And did I mention that we're underage. Yeah, I think I did, but crap, it's just to amazing to think about it. Living in a nice house somewhere in upstate New York with an adopted daughter and a dog and living around friends. And Jo could live next to us with Sam and Camille and Carlos would be tearing Hollywood up. It was just so incredible. And it was all so much that Kendall caught me muttering a simple phrase.

"Mrs. Logan Harris Knight. I'm going to be Mrs. Logan Harris Knight. Mrs. Logan Harris Knight." Then I heard Kendall start chuckling.

"Don't you think that that's a little presumptuous?" Kendall said, obviously delighting in catching me in something as embarrassing as this, "And wouldn't you be Mr. Mrs. Logan Knight. Unless you have a secret you aren't telling me about."

"That's not funny," I said back, looking into his emerald eyes, "Cause I'd hate to have to say 'no' to your proposal. That would be a travesty, don't you think."

"I don't know what Travesty means Bunny."

"Well, anyways, go ahead. Do it."

"Do what?" he asked coyly, starting to really annoy me; I was the one always playing hard to get, not him.

"Uchhh! For the best thing to ever happen to me, you're getting on my nerves."

"Oh, am I."

"Yes, you're being very annoying."

"No, I meant the best thing to happen to you."

"What do you think?"

"Not an answer"

"I feel like we've had this argument a million times before."

"Then this will be our million and first because you have to tell."

"You want me to profess my love for you," I asked, a little confused on what exactly I'd have to do.

"Bulls eye."

"Fine. Thank You." I huffed out, but then it all came flooding out as the loneliness came back to me, "Thank You for being the best thing to happen to me. Thank You for saving me from myself. Thank You for loving me even when I didn't love you. Thank You for taking care of my mom who you barely know. Thank You for existing."

"No bunny, thank you." He replied smiling, "I can't think of a greater gift in this life than you entering it. You taught me things about myself that I had tried to ignore for so long. When everyone else had given up on me, you were there by my side and that's when you gave me heaven. You're smiles like crack for me; watching you laugh or giggle or just be happy in general makes me actually feel like I belong on this Earth. Like I'm not some weird stranger or alien that'll never amount to anything. And that's why I'm so pissed that I'm lying in this bed right now, because it makes you sad, and I had something important to do for you."

"What would that be Kendall?" I said sarcastically, looking into those eyes that seemed like gems.

"Remember that day a while back when I gave you this," he pulled my finger forward for everyone to see, "well, the best moment in my life is the moment I saw you smile with this on. You were so happy and all it was was just a promise ring. And then I realized something. There's one promise that I want to make you that means more to me than anything. I want to promise to be with you forever and as soon as we walked out of that mall together, I saw what I needed to do." Ugh, I just want him to do it. Just propose to me and make me into the happiest fourteen year old, love sick school girl like he always could.

"Kendall," I tried to stay calm even though I was so anxious, "just do it."

"Logan Harris Mitchell, would you marry me," my jaw dropped and my eyes got wide when I saw the small red box with the ring in the center of it; I was expecting it, but it for some reason, it didn't make anything less surprising or exciting. And that ring. It was beautiful and unique, exactly like our relationship. It had a thin silver band that contained three main gems. An emerald, A diamond, and A citrine. I looked up to him when he continued, "I've gotten your mom's permission and Jo's just for good measure in case you didn't trust your mom. That's why I was over there Friday. Because if I was going to do this, I would be doing this right."

"YES!" I exclaimed, squeezing his waist tight against me and burying my face in his chest that had become my pillow. I didn't want anything more than for this. To be able to fully have and be owned by Kendall Knight. Nothing mattered right now besides that.

"I think this will be the only time I get to say this, but Logan, if you don't calm down, you might break me," Kendall said smirking.

"Oh, wouldn't want that to happen would we," I said, backing off of him a little, "I've already almost lost you once today. Not going through that again."

"Wait, you thought you'd lost me," Kendall asked, "I just got a little burned. I didn't almost die."

"It's just, all you would do is sleep. I could never get you awake and I just assumed the worst. That you had gone into the same coma I'd lost, James, too," I responded sheepishly; was he really going to make me feel bad for caring about him.

"Fuck"

"Why fuck"

"It fucking hurts me to think of you so sad over something that didn't even happen."

"Uh, you've been asleep for two days straight. That's pretty much a coma; it did happen."

"No, you've been asleep for two freakin days; Every time I'd wake up, you were in that damn chair asleep and I couldn't find the nerve in me to wake you up. At all. So I'd go back to sleep so I could try to catch you later." I didn't even remember sleeping, but there was a lot of last weekend I couldn't remember.

"You know, you set the bar high with this ring," I said, smiling while I showed off the stunning thing on my finger, "I don't know how you'll beat this with the wedding."

"When the time comes, I'll throw you a wedding bigger than Kate's, you just be ready," and after he kissed me on the cheek, I was. I was always ready to spend the rest of my life with Kendall.

Author's Note: Honestly, this has to be the hardest chapter I've ever tried to write, but it was nice. I hated the original and I wasn't impressed with the second try, so I scrapped it and started again, but kept the engagement thing from the original because I absolutely loved it. If it seems random, I totally just gave you my excuse. Oh, and sorry for another crappy play story, but I'm a better actor than a play write. And I just felt leaving a note would be totally inappropriate, so I decided that this was the only other place I could. And the next chapter's the end. And be ready, cause if you thought the story was already campy, the end is like a circus. But a good circus because *spoiler* the storm has past. Nothing bad can happen to them anymore. And it's time for a dedication finally and I want to dedicate to a new reader, ishop67, who is totally frickin awesome. Love you little shopper, and I'm so happy you decided to read. BTW, the Kate is Princess Kate, not Katie. If you go that, great, but I was revising and I was like 'I didn't bring Katie into this story did I,' and then I got it. Luv ya. XoXo