This is stupid. I'm just going to full out and say it. I had something planned for this chapter, and then all of the sudden this came out. Don't even ask where it came from. Okay, so anyway I'm pretty sure I've only got one more chapter left in me for this story *sob* I know it's so tragic. But no fear, because I do for those of you that don't already know have a mass one-shot story going, called 'Big Time Stop and Stars of Life' (Yea I know it's like the stupidest title out) which if you like friendship is what you should story alert next ;)

Also I haven't seen Green Time Rush I can't find it anywhere! Has it been aired? I can't find it on youtube! If anyone knows a link that I can watch it that was be MASS appreciated!

Okay, now enjoy!

"Okay boys, I think its time you go home," Mr. Mitchell smiled. Kendall, Carlos and James had been coming to see Logan every day since he'd come home from hospital. They would come first thing in the morning and leave only when Mr. Mitchell would kick them out at night. Today was the fifth day in a row, Mr. Mitchell had never seen teenagers so dedicated to anything.

"Awww, come on Mr. M," Carlos whined shoving popcorn in his mouth.

"Just like, one more hour," James complained.

Mr. Mitchell rolled his eyes, "Its six, your parents probably want you home," Mr. Mitchell was currently trying to get the boys to go home to there respective homes. He loved the boys, and he loved how they cared about his son. But at this rate he was worried the cops were going to come to his door claiming he'd taken three boys which were certainly not his.

"They don't," Kendall said quickly.

Logan laughed and threw popcorn at his friend.

Mr. Mitchell sighed defeated, "Okay guys, you have 30 more minutes and then you must go home before I get charged for kidnapping,"

"Kidnappers get very little time in jail Mr. M," James stated.

"Yea, so its not even that bad a crime," Carlos smiled.

"30 minutes boys," He repeated and received a nods and 'yeas' from the boys.

"Your dads such a kill joy," Carlos stated to Logan once the older man had left.

Logan laughed, "No his not, you guys just never leave,"

"I'm totally offended!" Kendall yelled in mock outrage, clutching his chest pretending it had been wounded.

"Cut deep man," James said.

Logan rolled his eyes, "Sure guys."

Kendall smirked and flicked popcorn at the sick boy, who was currently occupying the bed.

"You feeling better man?" Kendall asked.

Everyone stared at Logan, "I'm feeling fine now."

They each shared disbelief looks, "No seriously," he continued, "I feel absolutely fine now. But dads just being all worried saying one more day won't kill me."

"Seriously?" Carlos laughed.

Logan nodded, "I swear I am one hundred percent healthy, you just have to convince my father of that,"

He stared at the boys until finally they broke out in laughter, "Oh man that is classic," Kendall laughed.

Logan frowned as his so called friends laughed at his situation, "I really don't find it at all that funny,"

"But it is," Carlos said.

Logan rolled his eyes, "I don't understand why his being so unreasonable, clearly I'm fine,"

James shrugged, "His just being a parent."

"Being a parent means holding me hostage?" Logan asked.

"In a sense, yes," James smiled.

"If my mom was still looking after she wouldn't let you up even if you weren't sick," Kendall said, "I don't know how many times I haven't been sick but moms still made me stay in bed for a few days. Precaution I guess,"

"Or because parents are just nuts," Carlos said.

"I don't know how many times I've coughed and moms taken my temperature," James exclaimed, "I haven't even been sick! Just coughed, or sneezed or something."

This didn't make Logan feel any better, "This sucks,"

James laughed, "Yea it does."

"Alright, well we better get home," Kendall said reluctantly.

James and Carlos nodded, "Yea alright," Logan said.

"We'll see you tomorrow Logie," Carlos said.

"Yea, maybe dad will let me out," Logan laughed.

Kendall snorted, "Yea maybe."

The boys said their goodbyes to the brunette and headed home.

James entered his house to find it completely empty. Which was pretty unusual considering his mom or older sister would usually be home. He made his way to the kitchen to find a note from his mom,

Jamie,

I'll probably be out when you get home, decided to go shopping since everybody was out. But I'll be home before 7 and will bring pizza. Jasmine is at the library and won't be home till late, so don't fret. I hope Logan's feeling better.

Lots and lots of love

Mom xox

James rolled his eyes at the note. His mom was constantly writing them when she was out because she had not yet established the idea of text messaging. Of course he wasn't going to worry that she wasn't home, he was 15 and could look after himself. But he guessed she just worried a lot, which was fair enough. He just had to make sure he hid the notes from his friends. Nobody (except his mom and older sister) called him Jamie. That was humiliating.

James walked up the stairs to his bedroom and jumped on the bed when he entered the room. He was beat. Looking after Logan was a tiring job. Not that he actually did a whole lot, they just sat there watching entourage with him, but still. He felt like he'd being running around none stop.

Probably because while his body had not been physically moving his brain had been going in over drive. Constant worry was at the back of his head. He hated when one of his friends were sick. Because the only thing he did while they were, was worry. He hated it. Every sneeze and cough that escaped Logan had him on edge. He couldn't sleep properly at night worried that he would receive a text or call informing him in the worst.

James looked to his side table picking up a photo that had been sitting there as long as he could remember. It was a photo of the four friends when there were seven. They were in the hockey uniforms, on the ice. James could still remember the day it was taken. They'd just won their first hockey match and his mom had come down telling them to stand next to each other so she could take a photo. His mom was always taking photos. Something he found embarrassing as a kid but now was grateful for it.

She'd told them to stand still and smile for the photo. Kendall had quickly put his arm around Carlos holding the energetic boy in place and James had pulled Logan up against Kendall's side squishing the boys together. Kendall and Carlos's grins couldn't have gotten any bigger than they were in that photo, Kendall's full of pure adrenalin from the win and Carlos's usual goofy smile. Logan looked hesitant, the way he usually did in the early days of their friendship. Still unsure as to whether he should actually be hanging out with these boys. However it was contradicted by James pushing him towards Kendall and the boys arm around his neck. The four boys looked happy and genuine. It was James's favorite photo of them and it was constantly next to his bed.

He smiled looking at it, tracing the smiles on their faces with his finger.

Suddenly James was pulled out of his thoughts by his phone going off. Picking it up he found a text message from Kendall

Jamie boy,

James rolled his eyes at the stupid nickname Kendall came up with.

Tomorrow we are going down to the ice. 9am. Need to get back on our game. HOCKEY SEASON SOON!

James laughed at Kendall enthusiasm, even in a text message Kendall couldn't hold in his excitement about hockey. He was about to reply but before he could received a new text message.

James! I cant find my helmet, did I leave it at yours?

James laughed, Carlos knew they'd spent the last fortnight at Kendall and Logan's, not his right?

Oh wait, I'm pretty sure I left it at Logan's. I'll text him. Oh, have you got the text from Kendall yet? HOCKEY!

Rolling his eyes he was about to reply to Carlos's message when he received a new message.

JAMES! If my dad doesn't let me out of this bed soon, I think I'm going to kill someone! HELP?

James literally laughed out loud now. Even when he wasn't with his friends, he was still with his friends. If that made sense. Some people may call their friendship a bit weird, but that was the way it had always been. They'd just always been there for each other. Whether they needed advice, help or just vent. Or even to just mindlessly talk. They were brothers.

James went about replying to each of his friends, each on their own little fume and smiled. This was the way it's supposed to be.

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