Author's note:Honestly, I forgot all about about this. A Tumblr anon reminded me and I basically cried.
I still own nothing.
Chapter Five
Logan awakes the next morning to a squabble taking place outside the bedroom door. He tries to brush it off and go back to sleep but when Carlos and James come through the door, hands round each other's necks, he dismisses the idea altogether.
"Do you mind?" He squeals when they fall onto his head, not breaking away from their near enough fist fight, once.
James physically relaxes a little at the sound of someone else's voice. "Urgh! Sorry Lonnie. This little bitch won't keep his mouth shut."
"All I said is that if he doesn't come back, I want to wish him the best of luck face to face!"
Logan falls quiet, refraining himself from adding to the conversation when he realises it's about him.
"But he is coming back Carlos, he always comes back! I kissed and nearly fucked his girlfriend and he didn't do much. He's not left, willingly anyway."
"Wait, you nearly fucked Camille?" He watches James, eyes slightly hurt as this new piece of information is to only be heard when James thinks Logan isn't sitting right there.
"Alright, maybe I didn't tell him that bit but he's good, he forgives easily." James looks indifferent, his blatantly untrue comment jabbing at Logan's heart.
Logan sucks in his anger, taking the tempting tears with it. "Just, get out. ...I need to get dressed."
Neither boy budges.
"Fine, I'll just get naked in front of you two."
It takes a minute for Logan to realise what he's just said before his head is dropping down to look at his womanly body.
"I'll get mama Knight!"
It takes less than a second to watch the guys leave this time, just about catching a glimpse of their tales between their legs.
He showers quick, finding himself as a slight pervert as when he has to touch...bits, he feels like he's cleaning someone else. Another pretty girl because to be honest, when he gets out to stand in front of the mirror, he knows he looks hot.
When reaching his cupboard, he stops, literally confused to what those cupboard could hold that could possibly be okay to wear.
He decides on a pair of James chosen skinny jeans, knowing they'll be a good fitting because whenever James would make him wear them because they were "fashionable" and "a good label", they would never fail to chaff and make it so much harder to just...move.
Deciding on a t-shirt isn't as hard. In fact, it's a piece of cake to just pull out a plain navy t-shirt and pull it off as the baggy kind.
He mentally thanks James for making him buy a dozen colours of converses because now he has the option to pick out a unisex pair of shoes. Although, a couple of pair of socks are required when he realises his feet have shrunk during the transformation.
He's way more petite than he was before.
Drying his hair proves to be a harder task as it never seems to get past the stage of at least damp.
No slapping on a bit of gel and hoping for the best.
When receiving a decent end result, Logan swaggers on into the living room, half proud of himself. Even though he's never possessed much more than the occasional Camille t-shirt that's been left around, he thinks he's done a mighty fine job.
"Someone's going punk today."
Even though Kendall is looking directly at him, Logan still has to make sure there's no one behind him.
"Me? Oh, no, not really."
On receiving a dirty look from Kendall, he shoots him a back playful glare, returning on his journey to nowhere in particular.
"Isn't that like, all of Logan's clothes anyway?" James questions, giving the girl an overall look over.
"Leave her alone. She didn't bring a suitcase with her! That unreliable airport probably lost it or something. Right, Lonnie?"
"Yes!" Logan laughs, turning to the oblivious Latino with a smile. "You took the words right out of my mouth."
"Whatever. So, what are you doing today?"
Before Logan can answer his flirtatious friend with an excuse, Kendall speaks up, "James, you can't go on dates today. Gustavo's coming round and we might have to do some vocals."
There's a sigh between the boys, Logan reacting subconsciously too, which only leaves every boy to give him a suspicious look.
"I'd hate to be you guys." He quickly remarks, his embarrassment fading quick on realising something."Wait! You can't do it without Logan."
He likes to think that anyway. Sure, he is technically standing in the same room as the other boys but as far as they are concerned, Logan is nowhere to be found.
"Griffin says we might have to. I don't want to but we're hoping Logan will come in soon and we can just add him i-"
Before Kendall can finish, there's a knock at the door, followed shortly by a booming "DOGS!"
Carlos is quick to get from his seat and to the door, opening and moving out of the way with one quick motion.
"Is he back yet?" Logan would take it as some kind of sweet gesture of concern but the fact Gustavo's fists are clenching and unclenching, along with his jaw, as he storms through the apartment, indicates that if Gustavo were to get his hands on Logan, there would no longer be a Logan.
"No, Gustavo." Kendall isn't at all bothered, even as Gustavo stands less than two feet away looking like he is about to combust.
Logan on the other hand, is close to shaking, glad to have this body for once, as it's keeping Gustavo from recognising him.
"Who are you?" Gustavo starts again, his eyes locking on the girl like a predator who's found its pray.
"That is Lonnie." James smiles, giving the petite girl his signature smile.
"She's an old friend of Logan's!" Carlos squeals, not seeming to understand when everyone but Gustavo shoots him a look.
"Do you know where I can find him so I can break his neck?" On watching Gustavo come forward to snap the spoon in half on the table next to him, Logan shakes his head vigorously, trying to avoid eye contact with the intimidating man.
"Well if you see him, tell him I want to speak to him." Logan can't help but think that Gustavo's version of speaking will hurt.
"I will do." Logan whispers, grabbing a handle of long, straight hair to cover his face.
Gustavo gives the girl one last look, turning his attention back to the members of the band of which he knows are there and not shaking in their boots.
"Right dogs, I tried to talk Griffin out of it for that inconvenient know-it-all but he was having none of it so, GET TO THE STUDIO!"
The boys drop everything, jumping from their seats to scurry out of the door.
Before Logan knows it, everyone is gone. Leaving him to stand there to choke down his fear.
It doesn't take Logan long to recover, as when he realises he's basically been given the day off, Logan gets straight on the case of making it the best "by default" day off, ever.
Mrs. Knight and Katie have supposedly (judging by the note on the kitchen table) gone out to do some window shopping that will once again probably result in a happy Mrs. Knight and a miserable bag carrier, Katie.
He starts off by turning the music channel on and cranking it up full blast, aware that the neighbours are probably at auditions, or on set with whatever current job they may hold.
There's alot of careless dancing, along with a careless attitude. He studies and occasionally eats when this proves to need a break.
Once both of these things start to become overused, Logan brings forth the laptop, surfing the internet for something at least mildly interesting.
"This sucks!" He finally slams it shut, sliding it away, "I have nothing to-"
His eyes rest on the clock, words descending as his mouth drops open in shock.
"Four o'clock already?"
He starts to hesitate, wondering what time the others are due back and if he should attempt to use this time to venture in activities all these other supposedly sociable teenage girls do.
He can't sun bathe because well, he doesn't officially own a swimming outfit and he refuses to borrow one of Kendall's mothers outfits or his baby sisters.
The hygiene and the main point that they are his best friends family springing to mind when he cringes.
He's never been a shopping kind of guy (or James had sucked the fun out of it) or a waiting in a salon to get some pretty plastic on his nails that would eventually fall off and become a nascence anyway, kind of person.
Not that'd he'd have anyone to do these things with. Unless he was to drag Camille or even possibly Lucy, who would laugh in his face at even the thought.
He decides it's not worth it.
On giving up, he re-opens the laptop, disrupting it's hibernation as he opens the internet once more.
This time though, instead of catching the usual news on a new pregnancy or drug scandal, he takes in a paparazzi photo of himself with the headline, "Big Time Abduction?"
He feels his heart catch in his throat as he darts for the touchpad mouse again, double clicking on the "more" button.
On hearing the door open, he shuts it immediately though, sliding it away fast again as he turns to watch a confused James stand at the doorway.
"Am I interrupting some sexy time?" James sings-songs, practically purring the words as he comes forward to take off his coat and throw it over the couch.
"N-No." Logan breathes, his hand not calming from the shaking when he reaches up to run a hand through his hair.
"What's wrong?" James looks worried for the first time in who knows how long.
"Just- Nothing."
James isn't convinced and reaches out for the laptop. He settles down next to the trembling brunette as he opens it, awaiting patiently for it to wake again.
The article comes up, fully loaded now.
Both participants stare at the screen, not a word said for what seems like a century.
"Oh, ok." James finally says, shutting the laptop again and placing it on the wooden table.
Logan watches the laptop as if it's just grown a head. He can't believe people have jumped to them kind of conclusions, he can't believe he has no way out of this.
He can't believe he can't ask Kendall for the right answer.
"What do I do?" His voice is shaky, ridden with fear as he leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees and cup his face in his hands.
The question leaves his mind for a minute when he feels a large hand on his back. When it starts to do a circular motion, he looks back before looking at James. His features are indifferent.
"What are you doing?"
"Comforting? What does it look like?" James has never really been known for being the best shoulder to cry on so the rude remark comes out as more of a question.
"Why?"
"Because you're sad? Your friend, lover or whatever is missing."
"He's your friend too!" Logan sits up quick, the worry leaving him as anger takes its place.
"I know but you're like, crying about it."
Logan's mouth drops in awe as he watches his still indifferent friend not even think about his words.
"You don't even fucking care. What if he's being tortured as we speak? What if he's dying?"
"Well, I'll be sad of course." James doesn't flinch, not seeming to even see the picture Logan's practically laying out for him.
Logan cannot believe what he's years of friendship and James won't even show a little bit of concern for his friend that could be experiencing the worse.
Of course, he's sitting right there, in a body of the opposite gender (which could be considered the worse) but the thoughts still there.
"You cold hearted little prick. Just- fuck you!" Resisting the urge to ram his fist into James' face, Logan launches from the sofa, storming to their room to slam and lock the door.
He doesn't know what to do, what wall to break first and basically just where to break with pure and utter, raw emotions. He can't pinpoint how he's feeling.
He's chocking on tears and wanting to drown someone in them at the same time.. He wants to just break down.
He finally does exactly that, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as he throws himself back against the door to slide down it in defeat.
He doesn't know why the tears come on like a waterfall just broke loose from his tear ducts and he doesn't know why he's so sad to hear that no one cares, even if they shouldn't have to.
On dragging himself back into reality, he catches his phone ringing on the last ring, shortly followed by the sound of a message.
Logan forces himself to crawl over to his bedside table, opening it and reaching in to pick out his neglected phone.
He notices the messages, immediately smiling when noticing three thirds of them belong to Kendall.
He discards that thought at the recent missed call, staring at James' name in growing anger.
He contemplates deleting the voicemail flashing in the top left but his nosey ways get the best of him and he's soon eager to click on it and place it against his ear.
He can hear muffled crying on the other end when it goes through but then it goes dead for a minute, James returning with a shaky voice.
"Logan? Where are you? Please call me when you get this message. Carlos is worried and Kendall keeps going on about you and- and Gustavo and Kelly miss you. J- Just- please call me. I need to know if you're alright, I- bye.."
Logan keeps his ear to the phone even when the message ends and the voice mail options come up.
When managing to recover from the internal shock, he scrambles to his feet to look more clearly at the phone.
He contemplates texting back as at this moment in time, he knows calling won't help.
The thought plays on in his mind, growing until it's all he is thinking about but then his phone vibrates and he's quickly pushing that thought aside.
He immediately looks at the unopened message with the caller I.D. 'mum' hovering above it.
That's when he knows things are getting serious.
I won't be surprised if no one's reading this any more but yeah, I'm faithful to my stories.