A/N- People, I changed my mind! Im not gunna do it all at the same age anymore! I decided that Im gunna do 2 or 3 per age, going down. This chapter still takes place at the Palm Woods, but going the next chapter after this on will be at age 15. Okay? Okay. And guys, keep the requests coming! I need em! Anything you got, please, dont be afraid to pitch it to me.

The following plot was submitted by TheRescuer2

Chapter 3

With his hands in his pockets, and a smile wider than ever plastered on his face, Logan made his way down 5th avenue, as the L.A. lights began to shine on. The sun had left, and the city that never shuts up looked greater than ever in the Hollywood lights.

It was the best night of his life, and nothing could ruin it. The giddy teens caught a movie, shared a few laughs, even kissed. But that was just the beginning. Logan and Camille decided to take a walk along the beach. There, Logan impressed his girl by fixing her heel when it broke, and ripping off his shirt, revealing the muscles he had been working hard to achieve, and diving into the chilly night time water to retrieve her phone when she dropped it in the ocean and it washed away out into the far end of the water.

Logan can still taste her cherry lipgloss smudged on his lips from the last spontaneous, fire bombing kiss he recieved when the two locked lips for the final time before Logan left off. He refused to wipe it off. Tonight was something. Something specail. Tonight was the night that changed the way he felt about Camille. It was specail.

Nothing could ruin tonight for him. Nothing. Except for one thing.

As the raven haired boy entered an area of town that was darker, alittle more empty, and quiter, he wipped his phone out to check the time. 9:07.

He thought nothing could ruin this night for him. Nothing.

As he was about to snap his phone shut, it was yanked from his hands.

"Hey, who do you think-" Logan looked up, and met up with a pair of hard, cold, and unfamiliar eyes.

Taking a step back, Logan swallowed hard, only to stumble back into two other men. Infront of him, three men, behind him, two men, the teenager knew he was surrounded.

Sure, if you were to pick one city to go waundering around in the dark in, it probably wouldnt be L.A., but usually around the Hollywood area you shouldnt expect too much crime.

It was then that everything turned into a blur. They had beaten the boy sensless, and stole everything from his possesion, with the exception of his cell phone, which had been tossed to the ground beside him, but just a bit too far out of his reach.

...

Sweat trickled down the Latino's forehead. Pressure was on. Infact, it wasnt even pressure, it was just nerve racking paranoia that was beginning to take over like crazy.

The bright green numbers on the digital clock blinked at him every second, but the door never opened.

10:07

What had happened? He said he'd be home by 9:30, and now its a whole half hour later. Where could he be? He was just with Camille. Did something happen? They were just at the movies. No, he's fine. Right? Yeah. Okay, Logan's just fine. He's just having so much fun that he lost track of time and he- "AH!" Popping off the couch, Carlos shook his aching head to realease the racing thoughts and practically shouted, "Where is he?"

Sitting ontop of the swirly slide and eating icecream, James almost considered not responding to Carlos. By now he was kind of used to his friend's wierd behaivor. Sometimes Carlos would think things in his head, then say the rest of it out loud and noone would know what he's talking about.

So, slowly and lazily, the teenager lifted himself to his feet and placed his icecream bowl to the side, giving his friend a tired look, "Where is who?" he asked, without a care.

"Logan!" Carlos exclaimed.

James raised a brow. Sometimes he worries about that kid, "On a date with Camille. Now hush. Kendall, Katie, and Mrs Knight are all in bed."

Dumbfounded, Carlos' mouth dropped to the ground, "Dude! He was supposed to be home like a half hour ago!"

James rolled his eyes, but the feeling of irratation slowly faded when the numbers 10:15 blinked at him, "Oh. Crap."

Rubbing his eyes, Kendall trudges out in his pajamas, "You guys can be so loud you know that?" He half yawned.

"Logans not home yet!"

...

"Logan!"

"Logannnnnn!"

"Logieeee, where are you? LOGIE?"

Kendall sighed, huffed, and threw himself down on the curb, letting his flashlight fall from his grip and roll into the street. Carlos grabbed it, and sat down next to him.

"Where could he be? Its almost 11:00!" James' voice was pure hysteria.

Kendall shook his head, scratching his furry eyebrows, "Calm down. We'll find him. We just gotta work together. We make a team. And if we just stick together, we can find him."

"You know, it's impossible to make the full team, if Logan, isnt here! And he's always our fall back." James argued.

"Yeah," Carlos pitched in, "How can we keep from falling back if our fallback man is missing?"

Kendall wasnt sure his friends were making much sense, but yet again, when do they? He spoke up, "Wait. You know we havent tried calling him, yet."

Logan was usually the one to think logically, instead of just running out in attempts to find one person in a gigantic city. But of course, Logan wasnt here to find himself.

With shaking hands, the blonde dialed as fast as his fingers could move, and they heard a slight fuzzy ringing in the backround.

"Guys," James spoke up, 'Do you hear that?"

Kendall and Carlos listened closely, and Kendall dropped his phone as soon as he spotted his best friend covered in blood and crawled up in a corner right across from him.

"Logan!"

His friends rushed over, and Logan sat up when they kneeled down near him.

"G-Guys," he croaked out, "It-it hurts so much."

"Shhh," Kendall rubbed the smaller boy's back soothingly, "Dont talk, just breath."

As Logan's breathing began to even out, Kendall glanced up at his taller friend, "James, call an ambulance."

"On it."

"I-Im sorry." Logan said meakly.

Confused, Carlos raised a brow, "For what? You were just mugged."

"Logan theres no reason for you to be sorry." Kendall explained. It was wierd with Logan, all his life he had suffered from the death of one parent, and the neglect of another, and everyday the naturally tense look in his best friend's eyes stayed, and he constantly beat himself up everyday about anything. If Logan was ever bullied, he would appologize. If he was mugged, he would appologize. It just didnt make any sense to Kendall.

Logan ducked his head sheepishly, and didnt say a word.

"Logan, what's wrong?"

He looked up at his friend, "It...it makes me seem like I cant fight my own battles all the time. Like I cant stick up for myself, defend myself."

Kendall bit his lip. That look, in his eyes, It was back. Infact it never really left. But Kendall loved Logan to pieces and hated it when he was upset.

He sighed, and pulled Logan into a hug. James and Carlos joined in, too.

"Logan, its fine. I dont even think I'd be able to stick up for myself if I was getting mugged. Its okay. Really."

A twinkle went off in his eyes, and he smiled, "Thanks guys."

"Anytime."

A/N- Guys, I just overdosed on angst. I was so happy when I recieved this plot. Hope you liked it. Keep the plots coming. Review please :)

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