A/N. Two chapters in two days! Hopefully I can keep this up. :) Thank you so much to everyone who has read, reviewed, favorites, and/or alerted. Your support is what inspires and encourages me to keep writing. I hope you like this chapter! If you have any ideas, I'd love to hear just, so just let me know! Thank you again!

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Carlos is up and ready for the day even before the sun has finished brightening the sky. He greets his surprised parents with a cheerful smile and ignores the concern they have for him. Nothing can bring him down today. Today is the day they're going to get Logan's memory back.

"I've never been so glad to be going to school." he laughs as he finishes the sausage and eggs his mother has made for him. "And it's summer too!"

"Carlos," his father says slowly, staring at Carlos with a guarded expression on his face. "you do know that this might not work, right?"

Carlos feels his smile start to slip from his face and his shoulders tense up. "Why wouldn't it work?" he asks, harsher than he means to. "It's school, Dad. Logan loved- loves everything to do with school. Of course he'll remember. It'd be like Kendall going to the hockey rink."

His father frowns and reaches across the table to touch his arm, but Carlos jerks away. "Tell me," he whispers. "why don't you think it'll work?"

"Carlos, I didn't say that I thought it wouldn't work." says his dad with far more patience than he deserves. "I'm just concerned that you might have a little too much faith in it. Of course Logan can remember and I think it's a very good idea. I just don't want you to get your hopes up too high."

Carlos is confused. Usually his dad understands him and relates to him. They see eye to eye on practically everything. It's been that way ever since he can remember. "Get my hopes up too high?" he finally repeats questioningly.

Reluctantly, his dad nods. "Carlos, I believe that Logan will start to get his memories back." he tells him gently. "But I think it's gong to take a little time. One day visiting school isn't going to be enough to bring back a lifetime of memories. It might not even seem to do anything right away. I don't know anything about the way the human brain works apart from what I learned when I was in high school. And even then I forget most of it. But I imagine that when it gets injured, it heals, like everything else, over time."

It hurts so bad to know deep down that his dad is right. Carlos wants to believe in the biggest of miracles: that they'll take Logan to school, tell him a few stories, meet up with some of the teachers, and Logan will come back remembering everything. He'd maybe be able to do that if his dad would help him.

"I guess we'll find out then." he says lightly, shoving his chair back and standing up. He collects his breakfast dish and forces a smile. "Thanks for breakfast, Mom."

She hasn't said anything during the entire conversation between her husband and son. When she smiles back, her eyes are dark with worry. "Tell everyone we said hi," she tells him. "and let us know how it goes too."

Carlos glances at his father and then, overwhelmed by the compassion he sees, looks toward the door. His parents aren't sage right now. If he keeps looking at them, he'll break and that can't happen right now. "I will." he promises. "I'll see you tonight. Love you both."

"We love you too, Carlos." his dad replies, his tone loving and apologetic all at the same time. There's no need for him to be sorry though. He only told Carlos what he needed to be told. It's not his fault that it hurt to hear.

Carlos has never been so relieved to be out of his house. His parents' worry is stifling, making it even harder to deal with what is already the worst experience in Carlos' life. It's impossible to ignore, but there are still times when Carlos can convince himself that everything will turn out all right in the end. When he's by himself and he doesn't have to see the shadow of doubt cross the faces of everyone else.

They all live within a mile of one another. Carlos meets up with James and together they walk to the Knight home. Neither of them mention what is in the other direction. If Kendall's plan works, they won't ever have to acknowledge Logan's old home again. To make is as easy as possible, Carlos and James don't say one word to each other as they walk. The complete silence is unfamiliar and unnerving, but Carlos knows that James feels the same way as he does: Pretend the problem doesn't exist and they won't have to deal with it until it's right in front of them.

Kendall and Logan are waiting outside for them when they arrive. Logan greets them with a vague, distant smile. "Hey, Carlos. James."

When will he stop addressing them like perfect strangers? Carlos shakes the question away and grins back. "Hey, Logie! Ready to go to school?"

"I'm not." James groans, a bit theatrically, and Carlos remembers that they're supposed to be acting as normal as possible. The Carlos that Logan needs to know does not like school.

"I guess I am." Logan replies, looking nervous. "Kendall said some of the teachers will be there?" he glances over his shoulder where Kendall is standing.

"Just a few." Kendall replies with a tight smile. He looks exhausted, Carlos thinks. He wouldn't be surprised to find that the older boy was up half the night planning the day. Now, he stands and flips his set of car keys around. "Let's get going."

As they drive, Kendall talks. He points out various sights and homes of people they know. He tells Logan about all of these places, looking over at his brother every other sentence to see if anything sparks a light in Logan's blank stare. Nothing. Logan is interested, but he can only repeatedly shake his head in answer to the hopeful looks he gets from the other three boys.

"Don't worry." James tells him comfortingly. "You probably just need to experience it. Kind of like seeing a movie again that you haven't seen in a long time." He shrugs and grins slightly. "Maybe."

Logan smiles back a little shyly. "It makes sense to me." he told James quietly.

Kendall hasn't said anything and Carlos can tell by the way that he's gripping the steering wheel that there are still unspoken issues between him and James. So much for them doing this together.

"Here we are!" Kendall finally announces, sounding both relieved and tense at the same time. He pulls into the near empty parking lot and turns the engine off before risking a glance at Logan. "Nothing?" he guesses in a disappointed voice. By now, it's pretty easy to tell if Logan recognizes anything or not.

"Maybe when we get inside." Logan suggests as he gets out of the car. He eyes the tall building closely, but doesn't say anything else. He's just waiting for them now.

It's weird seeing the school so empty. Their footsteps echo in the hallway, alerting the principal of the school. Mr. Rivers opens the door of his office and greets them with a smile. "Come in, boys." he says warmly, waving them towards him. "I have some things you might want to look at before you go any further."

Carlos can't help but feel nervous when the door closes behind them. He's used to going to the office when he's in trouble and today it feels strange. He catches James staring at him with a knowing, crooked grin, and he smiles back before focusing on Principal Rivers.

"Logan." the middle aged man says, looking at Logan in concern. "How are you?"

"I'm doing all right, I guess." Logan replies politely. "I mean, I don't. . . remember. . . anything really. I know you're the principal, but only because of. . . well. . ." he gestures to the nameplate on the man's desk.

Principal Rivers gives a short nod, trying to hide the alarm that springs to his eyes. "I see." he murmurs, working his lips up into a smile. "Well, hopefully we'll be able to help you a little with that."

Straightening up, he pulls open his desk drawer and hands Logan a small stack of papers. "Since it's the summer, I haven't been in my office for a few weeks as you can probably see for yourselves." He gestures around the nearly empty room. "However, when your mother called, Logan, I managed to dig up a few things that might get you started.

Carlos leans over to see the papers. There's a map of the school that every new student gets, a list of the teachers' names, and even a list of honor students where of course Logan's name is at the very top.

"I understand you have several prearranged meetings with Logan's teachers?" Principal Rivers asks, looking to Kendall.

Kendall nods. "Yes, sir." he says clearly. "Mrs. Cambridge and Mr. Williams. Advanced Physics and English Lit."

"Oh yes, of course." Mr. Rivers nods. "I believe they're both in their respective classrooms waiting. Would you like me to accompany you?"

"No thank you." Kendall says smoothly. He stands up and gives the principal another polite, false smile. "I think we're all set. Thanks so much for your help."

"Thank you." Logan echoes.

Mr. Rivers stands up to show them out. "Of course, boys. Please let me know if there's anything I can do." He looks at Logan. "I hope you recover soon, Logan."

"Thank you, sir." Logan says again. "Me too."

It honestly creeps Carlos out how completely abandoned everything seems. It's almost as if the building has been empty for years instead of a few weeks. He glances at each of his friends to gauge their reactions. James is seemingly fascinated with the floor, Kendall almost runs into a wall because he's staring at Logan, and Logan. . . Logan just looks lost. Carlos sighs and follows his friends down the halls of the "ghost school" until they reach Mrs. Anne Cambridge's Advanced Physicals classroom. This is it he thinks to himself. Please please please let this work. Let something work today. They need something to hold onto.

Mrs. Cambridge is in her late sixties, but for as long as Carlos can remember, she's moved and acted like she's still a teenager. Even before Kendall can knock on the door, she's there to swing it open for them, chanting, "Come in! Come in!" As soon as Logan walks through the door, she has him by the arm and is pulling him to her desk. Kendall looks like he's one step away from acting like a father who is watching a mad woman drag his kid away from him. "Now!" she announces, sitting Logan in a chair and letting Kendall breathe again. "Logan."

"Ma'am?" Logan questions, looking freaked out.

"Logan!" she shrieks back, literally wringing her hands together. She actually looks insane and Carlos knows that it isn't just him when James glances nervously at the door and Kendall places a hand on Logan's shoulder. "Logan, do you know me?" she demands now. "Do you recognize me at all?"

"Mrs. Cambridge!" Kendall finally intervenes. "Logan needs to breathe"

Eyes wide behind a thick pair of glasses, the teacher nods. "Yes, yes, of course" she exclaims, smoothing her gray hair a bit. "My apologies, Kenneth. It's only that your brother has been my star student and a favorite subject of conversation in the teacher's lounge. What a brilliant mind at such a young age. Logan, can you remember what I taught you? Anything at all? Do you remember what-"

Logan stands up and eases himself behind James who towers over the tiny Mrs. Cambridge. "I don't remember anything," he murmurs quietly. "And I can hardly concentrate with you going on like that."

Mrs. Cambridge gasps and Carlos isn't surprised. Though he doesn't blame Logan for what he said, it's still completely out of character for him. Then again, how can he act like they all remember him when he doesn't remember himself? Carlos can't begin to imagine how overwhelming all of this is for Logan.

"Look," Kendall says in exasperation, his patience beginning to fray. "Mrs. Cambridge, we came here hoping you could help us. Logan- Logan has amnesia. He doesn't remember anyone right now. . . not even us." he waves a limp arm around to gesture to himself, James and Carlos. "School was- or has always been one of Logan's favorite places. He's a genius, we all know that. We were thinking that since he spent so much time here and. . . and even enjoyed himself, that he might remember something. . . or someone. You taught one of his favorite classes, so. . ." he looks at Logan and shrugs. "I don't think it's helped at all though."

Logan is as blank as ever, but somehow Carlos is pretty sure that the neurotic woman in front of them hasn't helped one bit. Who could possibly concentrate on anything with her around? How does she teach? He wants to ask Logan if she's always like this, but then he realizes that Logan won't remember. What he does know however, is that she isn't helping one bit. She's seriously stressing Logan out and that's the last thing any of them need right now. It's time to move on.

Obviously, Kendall has the same idea. He has Logan by the arm and is tugging him gently, but firmly away from the teacher. "I think we need to go." he says slowly. "Thanks, Mrs. Cambridge."

Once they're outside her classroom, Logan shakes free of Kendall's grasp and lets out a breath. "Is she always like that?" Instantly, he's aware of his mistake. "I mean- I'm sure she is. . ."

"It's fine, Logan," Kendall says wearily. "Do you want to go see Mr. Williams or head home?"

Carlos glances at Kendall in shock. Is he giving up already? But no, he can't be. He's just concerned about Logan after the mishap with Mrs. Cambridge. He doesn't want it to happen again. "Mr. Williams is more normal," Carlos reminds them all now, but stops when he realizes that no one is listening to him. He can't be bothered when he knows why.

Logan, not hearing Kendall's question, started walking off by himself, straight to where Mr. Williams' room is. He takes a few steps and then freezes, whirling around to look at the others. His face is white in shock. "I know where it is." he whispers. "I know exactly where to go."

He knows where the classroom is. It seems like such a small thing, but he knows. He remembers. Before Carlos can react, James whoops and grabs Logan in a fierce hug. "You remember!" he shouts loudly. "Logan, you remember something!"

They all try to ignore the way Logan jumps at the intensity of James' hug and then almost instantly tries to back out of it. He looks shaken, whether from the hug or the small memory, it's impossible to tell. "Logan, are you okay?" Kendall asks him in concern. "Do you need to sit down?"

But Logan is already continuing the walk to his English Lit class. For the first time since before the accident, there's a light in his eyes and a spring in his step. He looks hopeful. They don't dare to try and stop him, but follow him silently. This already means something so important and it might lead to something even bigger.

"Hi, Logan. Boys." Mr. Williams is the same age as Carlos' dad and the complete opposite of Mrs. Cambridge, He's calm and quiet, looking only concerned for Logan's well-being as he shows them into his classroom. "How are you feeling, Logan?"

"Okay." Logan nods. "I remembered how to get here!"

Mr. Williams' face brightens. "That's fantastic, Logan! Anything else?" They all shake their heads. "Well, we have all the time in the world. Come sit down for a little while. How can I help you?"

Logan looks at the others and shrugs, "Maybe tell me about myself?" he says with a slight grin. "What kind of student am I?"

"The best I've ever had." Mr. Williams replies right away. "I haven't been around for as long as the other teachers have, but they all say the same thing. You've been a blessing to have in all of our classes." He glances at the other boys. "Do you remember what you want to be once you get out of school?"

"A doctor!" Logan says instantly and his face lights up. "I remember that too!"

"I knew coming here would help!" Carlos cheers. "You're remembering, Logan! You're really remembering!" He turns to James and Kendall excitedly. "I knew coming here would help, I just knew it!"

"Logan, what do you remember about your dream to be a doctor?" Kendall asks quietly. He looks as hopeful as they all do, but he's restraining himself.

This time, Logan is back to shaking his head. "Nothing, really." he admits in a heavy voice. "Only that I want to be a doctor." He looks expectantly up at them. "Why?"

Mr. Williams starts to speak up before anyone else can. "You told me once that you inherited your intelligence from your father."

"My father?" Logan repeats in a question. He looks at his friends. "Is that true?"

Carlos stares from James to Kendall. James looks partially relieved and Kendall looks horrified. This isn't going to end well.

Kendall's eyes are dark with anger. "We have to go." he says tightly. "It's been a long day for Logan. Come on, guys. Let's go."

"Is something wrong?" Mr. Williams asks in concern. Clearly he's confused and taken aback by Kendall's outburst, especially since Logan is beginning to recall bits and pieces of his life. "Logan did tell me that his dad was a lawyer. He said that-"

"Thanks, Mr. Williams." Kendall interrupts again. "We really have to go though. I just remembered that our mom wanted us home in time for lunch. Our grandmother is supposed to be stopping by."

Logan stares at him, distracted and interested. Buying into Kendall's lie easily. "We have a grandmother?" he asks him.

Kendall nods, and it's without the slightest bit of hesitation that scares Carlos. Kendall is lying to Logan as naturally as he is breathing. It isn't Kendall. Did they lose two of their friends that day at the rink? Carlos glances over at James and frowns in worry. A shiver of fear runs down his spine when he sees the blind fury in his friend's eyes. He recognizes none of his friends right now and it absolutely terrifies him. Because without his friends, Carlos doesn't even know who he is.

A/N. I'll start working on the next chapter as soon as possible. I have the story outlined now, so even though I never stick with outlines (i ALWAYS change things haha), at least I know where I'm going. I hope you liked this chapter! Have a wonderful rest of the week! :D I love you all xoxoxoxo.