I'm a horrible person, I know. So here it is, another chapter. Hope you enjoy.
"Kendall I swear to god if you tell me that Glee is gay one more time, I will suffocate you with this pillow," James exclaimed.
All boys were once again watching TV and because Logan had fallen asleep before, James had changed the channel from some weird as document on planets to Glee. Logan was the sick one so it felt only right for him to choose what they watched, however when he was asleep all boys refused to watch science stuff.
Except Kendall, who also refused to watch Glee.
"I just don't see the infatuation James," Kendall sighed and slumped on his pillows in defeat.
"It's a great show," He tried to reason.
"The main girls too loud, the main guys to dumb, Blondie's pregnant which makes no sense because wasn't she all for celibacy? And what is the guy with the Mohawks problem? And who's supposed to be the father? Frankenteen or Mohawk? And not to mention they break out in song every five minutes!" Kendall explained his logic.
Carlos chucked from the ground, "Dude its sad you even know that."
James sighed frustrated, "Well if you had been paying attention like I told you too, you would know what's going on!"
Kendall just shrugged.
"Its not that bad a show Kendall, blondie and crazy chick are kind of hot," Carlos said.
Kendall responded by throwing a pillow at him.
"Its either this, or smallville." James said.
"Fine Glee," Kendall said, at least Glee was easier to follow. He had absolutely no idea what was going on is Smallville. James needed to watch normal TV like Simpsons and hockey.
"What is going on?"
Logan slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes, he had heard fighting and pillows being thrown. Never a good sign knowing his best friends.
"Oh look at that Logan's awake! Back to the science channel..document…thing." Kendall said far too happily.
Logan laughed, "It's okay guys, keep it on Glee. Just because I know how much you hate it Ken."
Kendall groaned and threw another pillow at Logan.
"Oh Logan you're up! Good, how are you feeling?" Mama Knight came bustling into the room.
It was becoming creepy and weird how she knew he was awake. It seemed as soon as he woke up she was there looking after him. Like she sensed he was awake. Or maybe she had just bugged the room. Normally Logan would have thought that was impossible, but this is Mama Knight they were talking about.
Before Logan could reply to Mama Knight however his cell phone started to ring.
Everybody went silent, wondering who would be calling Logan. Considering most people who usually called him were sitting in the room.
He picked up the device and saw the caller ID read "Dad".
Logan froze, he didn't know how to take this. His Dad hadn't called him since he got sick. He had texted him saying he wasn't well and was going to stay with the Knights for a few days when he had first gotten sick. But the only reply he had gotten was okay, get better and see you when I get back.
Not that he hated his dad, or his dad hated him. He was just a man of little words who didn't let emotion show often. He had done that once with Logan's mother, only to have it brutally torn away. Sure, it hurt Logan to know why his father didn't treat him the same as normal dads did, but he understood.
"Umm, Hello?" Logan answered.
Kendall, James, Carlos and Mama Knight stood silently unsure of how to react. Mama Knight on one hand wanted to hear what Mr. Mitchell had to say, but on the other wanted to rip the phone away from Logan and give him a piece of her mind and some parental advice.
"Logan?" Mr. Mitchell replied.
"Yea, hey Dad," Logan said awkwardly.
"Where are you?"
"I'm at Kendall's house remember? I told you the other day." Logan said awkwardly, he wished everybody wasn't in the room for this conversation.
"Oh right," He said slowly, "I got home and you weren't here."
"Mrs. Knight's looking after me while I'm sick, because you were away,"
"Oh, right. That makes sense. How are you feeling now?"
"A bit better, still not great though,"
"Right, Okay." Mr. Mitchell really was a man of little words.
"Do you want me to come home?" Logan asked hopefully.
"Ummm, no you'll be better off there. I'm sure Mrs. Knight is doing a wonderful job. Besides I've got to go out of town again."
"Oh, okay," Logan said disappointed.
There was silence for a moment and every body looked at Logan expectantly.
"Well get better son," Mr. Mitchell said.
"Yea thanks," Logan sighed, "Bye dad."
The phone line went dead and Logan slowly put his phone down forcing himself not to think about the conversation. His dad was back. His dad had even called him, but he didn't want him. He knew that his son was sick yet he'd rather go to work then be with him. Then again he shouldn't be surprised, he knew what he father was like. He'd always been like that. He should be used to being a second priority in his father's life by now.
"Logan…I…" Mama Knight started but honestly she wasn't sure how to finish. She knew how that conversation went, they all knew. They didn't need to hear both sides of it to understand what had just happened in front of them.
Mama Knight was furious, how could Logan's dad do that to him? She would never choose work over her children. Her children always came first no matter what. It did not make sense in her mind how every parent did not see it like that. Would Logan's dad have shot his son down so fast if he had seen his son's face? Mama Knight had never seen Logan look more vulnerable or upset, it was honestly like looking at a puppy who had been left out in the rain.
"Logan sweetie, it's okay…"
"Its fine," He quickly said standing up.
"Logan," James tried,
"No I'm fine," Logan said tears forming in his eyes, "I'll be right back."
Logan got out of his bed and pushed past his friends, making his way to the bathroom. He needed to get away from everyone. He couldn't sit there and let them pity him. This was something his dad always did, he shouldn't be surprised.
If Logan had a hockey game, his dad would be working.
If Logan had a science fair, his dad would be busy.
If Logan won an award at school, his dad would be out of town.
It always happened, he shouldn't be surprised.
But that's the thing, he always was. Whenever his dad said 'I might be able to make it' or 'I'll take the day off' Logan always believed him. This resulted in it hurting more when he didn't make it. He knew his dad loved him, if he didn't love him he wouldn't call, or he wouldn't leave money or the notes he found on the kitchen table telling him he would be out of town. So it's not like his father completely didn't care about him. He just wished that he had a normal dad. One who really wanted to spend time with him. One who really tried to make it to all his games.
By now Logan was sitting on the edge of the bath tub crying. He hated it, he hated how this man made him feel like this. His own father made him feel like this. He was pretty sure your parents weren't supposed to do this.
His hysterical crying started to cause a painful coughing fit. God, could he get any more pathetic.
"Logan?" A timid voice said through the bathroom door.
Logan quickly wiped away his tears and straightened himself out, "Yea?" He called out.
"You've been in there a long time," It dawned on Logan that the voice didn't belong to Kendall or James like he thought it would, but none other than Katie Knight.
"Oh sorry," Logan replied sheepishly and opened the door for her, "This house only has one bathroom doesn't it."
Katie smiled, "Yea it does, but I wanted to make sure you were alright,"
She said it as more of a question then a statement.
It was a known fact that Katie was very 'grown up' for her age. Logan assumed it was because of the people she hung around, who were all older then her. She was basically raised by Kendall who had taken over her father figure, only a lot more protective and hung out with him and the boys or her mom majority of the time.
She didn't really like people her own age, found them annoying. However in the whole time he had been friends with Kendall, Katie had never really spoken to him about anything 'deep'. Sure, he picked on her in a good natural brotherly way, and she gave back just as good as she got. He would look after her at school, and had stood up for her on more than one occasion, but he wouldn't really call their relationship close.
"Thanks," he said and sat at the edge of the tub where she joined him.
"Are you okay?" She asked after an awkward silence.
"I'm fine," He said automatically.
"I don't buy it," She said.
He laughed, "You wouldn't."
"Nobody does Mitchell," Katie stated.
"True," Logan said.
"I'm sorry," Katie said.
Logan looked stunned, "What?"
"I'm sorry about your dad,"
"Oh," Logan said.
"At least you've got one I guess. Mind you I don't really know what's better," She said.
"Why?" He asked.
"Well would I rather have no dad, or one who constantly disappointed me? At least my dad's gone, he can't hurt me," Katie said.
Logan started at her for a moment, "You know for a ten year old you're really smart."
"Well I'm way smarter then you four," She smiled.
Logan laughed, "Smarter than Kendall, James and Carlos yes."
"Well you know were always here for you. Mom loves looking after you, and Kendall loves it when you're all over. I don't know about James and Carlos but I'm pretty sure they like it too," Katie laughed.
"Thanks Katie," He said and gave her a quick hug which felt really awkward.
"You might want to go back out there, mums freaking out about you, Carlos is going nuts with worry and James and Kendall might just kill each other over an episode of Glee,"
Logan laughed, "That'd be right."
He left the bathroom and found his friends watching the Simpsons, a quick coughing fit got there attention.
"Hey Logie!" Carlos said happily.
"Dude if we get sick because of you I will not be impressed," James said.
It looked as if the way they were going to handle what had just happened was to simply not handle it. By ignoring the phone call and treating him like they usually did, like a part of their little dysfunctional family.
"Come sit down Logan, mom will be in here any minute to stuff you with cough syrup and soup," Kendall joked.
Not my best but at least it's an update right?
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