Chapter 29

Logan Mitchell sat by himself on a rocky ledge, humming an unknown tune to himself. He stared down at the beautiful beach right below him. He saw hundreds of people wandering around; some splashing in water, and some sitting under umbrellas, relaxing.

Logan was sitting on the top of a cliff facing the beach a few blocks away from the Palm Woods. Kendall, James, Shane, and Carlos were all hanging out at the beach, too. But they didn't know that Logan was gone. Logan wanted this moment to be his, and his alone. He watched as Kendall hit Carlos with a pool noodle, and how Shane and James kept on spraying themselves with Cuda man spray, chasing away all the little kids around them. Logan rolled his eyes. His friends were such little kids.

Logan was always the most mature out of all of them. Kendall was the leader, but sometimes, his plans went a little too overboard. James was just plain arrogant at times. He cared about his looks, and he'd do anything crazy to keep those looks. Logan never knew how James was so obsessed over bandanas, and how he could remember to carry his lucky comb around everywhere. And Carlos was just plain crazy. He did so many stupid stunts that Logan had to always keep hawk's eye on him. All his friends were crazy, and Logan had to admit that maybe he was, too. Maybe there was another side of him, too.

He couldn't believe he was still alive to sit on this cliff today. Even the doctors gave up on him, and they weredoctors. But somehow, Logan had still lived. He'd survived, when so many thousands of others hadn't. It didn't seem fair to him, but as Kendall would say it, life wasn't fair. He was so right about that, alright.

Now Logan valued every second of his short life. He didn't care if he'd die at 20, or 30, or 40, or even 100. All he cared about at that moment was to have a great time. No matter how short someone's life is, all that mattered was that they had a good life. If you had a bad one, then dying at 120 would be the same as dying at the age of 20.

Logan always based his reasoning on logic. But there was nothing logic about how he'd survived. He had a 5 percent change of living. That was like trying to fly. Well, maybe not. But Logan knew that if he were conscious, he would've known he was dying. But maybe not everything was logic. Maybe some things just came from chance. Maybe this was Logan's lucky day. Maybe this was his… he couldn't find the word for it. But Logan knew that something so rare like his situation would probably never occur to him again. He couldn't be that lucky two times, could you? Logan didn't think so.

He turned when he felt a tap on his shoulder. James sat down beside Logan hanging his feet over the tall cliff. "I though you were scared of heights." James joked, trying to lighten the depressing mood.

Logan rolled his eyes. "I was scared of dying, too, but look where that got me." James grinned widely. Logan was so pessimistic.

"I'm glad you're back, Logan." Logan looked up, not expecting James to say that.

"I am too." Logan responded. They stared into each other's eyes, not knowing how to express their feelings of gratefulness and fear.

"I... I was so scared, Logan. I seriously thought you were gonna die. And if you had, then I didn't think I'd be able to live with all that guilt." James admitted softly. He couldn't live any longer knowing that he was one of the reasons Logan died.

Logan sighed. "Don't blame this on you, dude. Everything's fine now, see? I'm okay."

"I know, but something horrible could've happened. And if something bad did happen, I wouldn't know what to do. I'm sorry Logan. I've been a jerk."

Logan nodded. "Don't beat yourself up about it, James. Everyone's a jerk at times. This was just your time to be a jerk." He finished lamely, causing James to smile.

"And I'm fine, so there's no need to worry anymore. Promise me you won't worry, alright?" Logan was comforted when James nodded.

"Thanks, Logan. I couldn't have asked for a better friend." James stood up, brushed off the dirt on his pants, and slowly walked down the cliff, being careful not to fall.

Logan already expected it when Kendall climbed up and sat down next to him, in the same spot James sat down in.

"Whoa, this place is high, man. It's so cool." Kendall said, grinning. All the people looked like tiny balls down there, just having their good old time.

"Save the best for the best, right?" Logan said. Kendall nodded, and stared out into the blue sky. He didn't know what to say.

"I wanted to kill myself, Logan." Kendall admitted quickly.

Logan's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

Kendall scoffed. "You know what I mean. I couldn't take the pressure anymore. I didn't want to be the one keeping everything together anymore. It was too hard on me, Logan." Kendall whispered, his voice breaking. He didn't like admitting his weaknesses to Logan, but that didn't matter to him anymore.

Logan stared up at Kendall with big brown eyes. "Oh, Kendall. It's okay to be scared, dude. You don't' have to be our rock all the time."

Kendall shook his head. "You don't understand, Logan. I promised that I'd protect all of you. And I'm not breaking that promise."

"Kendall, you're not breaking the promise. You're just laying low for awhile. It's okay to do that, you know? You don't have to be strong all the time. It's okay to cry, Kendall." Logan assured him, putting a hand on the blonde's shoulder.

"I know, Logan… but it just feels so w-rong." Kendall said softly, his shoulders starting to shake with silent sobs. Logan had never really seen Kendall cry for a long time. He didn't even remember the last time Kendall cried. But he wasn't in shock for long.

"Let it out, man. I'm here for you." Logan grabbed onto Kendall's shoulders and Kendall kept on sobbing. He was embarrassed to be crying in front of Logan. Logan should be the one crying. He'd almost died, and here he was, comforting Kendall.

Kendall wiped his eyes after a few minutes. "Thanks, Logan. This really means a lot to me."

Logan smiled. "No problem. We'll always be there for you, Kendall. Me and James and Carlos."

Kendall nodded. "Well, I guess I'd have to give Carlos a turn, too, just to be fair, right?" He quickly walked down the cliff, not looking back. Logan chuckled. He could tell how embarrassing it was for Kendall to cry in front of anyone, especially his friends.

When Carlos finally got up, panting and sweating, Logan was still thinking about Kendall.

"Logan?" Logan was shaken out of his thoughts by Carlos's small voice.

"Hey, Carlos." Carlos went to sit down next to Logan. He looked down, and almost threw up. It was so high up here, and it was freaking him out.

"Can we… not sit here?" Carlos got out, scooting backwards. Logan smiled and nodded. The two short boys scooted away from the edge, and sat in the middle of all the sand and rocks.

"You know, I always thought you'd live. But Kendall and James and Shane just didn't believe me." Carlos said, pouting. Logan rolled his eyes.

"I know, Carlos. Trust me. You've been going on and on about that." Logan laughed, causing Carlos to smile, too.

"Are you gonna be okay now?" Carlos asked in an innocent voice. Logan looked at Carlos, and decided that he was strong enough to handle the truth.

"I don't know, buddy. I hope so." Logan saw Carlos tear up, but he knew that he had to tell them. He could die any day, any time. He just hoped it wasn't now.

"It's always nice to hope, right Logie?" Carlos asked, looking up at Logan with his big brown eyes. They were just like Logan's, except a little bit more watery.

"Totally, buddy. And I'm glad you hoped for me, Carlos. You saved my life." Logan told the younger boy, smiling. And it was true. Carlos had in a way save Logan's life. He had hoped when no other person had. He'd stuck out of the crowd, but because he had, everything was okay now.

Carlos blushed. "No I didn't."

Logan reached down and ruffled the Latino's hair. "Stop being stupid, Carlos. You totally did. And thank you so much, buddy. I don't know what I'd be doing in the grave right now if you didn't hope for me."

Carlos giggled. "Probably studying for ghost medical school." He joked. Logan would have told Carlos that that was a lame joke at almost any other time, but this was not one of those times.

"Maybe, Carlos. Maybe."

"But I'm reallyglad you're okay." Carlos added, slapping Logan on the back.

"I am to, Carlos. And that's what I told everyone else, too." Logan replied, wrapping his right arm around Carlos's shoulders.

Carlos leaned into Logan's touch, sighing. "This is just like in the movies."

Logan chuckled. "A very distorted and ugly movie, right? I'm sure no one would watch it."

Carlos smiled. "But I would. And you would too, Logan."

They sat in silence as they watched the seagulls fly in the air, soaring up in the sky with no worry in the world. How lucky they were.

Carlos finally stood up. "I'm gonna get Shane. He has something important to tell you."

"Bye, buddy." Logan pulled Carlos into half hug.

"Bye." And then Carlos was gone, cautiously climbing his way off the cliff.

Logan sat on the cliff still, staring and staring until everything looked like a dream to him.

A/N- GUESS WHAT? THERE'S GONNA BE ANOTHER CHAPTER! I couldn't just end with 29, could I? I had to have an even number! 30 is good! So I hope you guys enjoy the last chapter… I think I do!

I really have nothing to say, except that… DON'T YOU THINK ALL THESE LITTLE MOMENTS WERE JUST SO CUTE? Sorry, I'm hyper right now. Really.

Peace, Love, and Giraffes,

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