A/N- Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday! Everybodies lookin forward to the weekend! ..Tommorow's Friday! True story.
So Ive decided to use my own plot idea for this one. It'll be kinda short, but epic.
Chapter 8 *takes place at age 14
Labor day.
Logan sat in his room. Today was September 7th, Labor day. In other parts of the world people were celebrating. Logan was not. Today was the day his whole world came crashing down. It's been a few years, and it still hurt. Time only dulls the pain, not take it away. Each year it felt like an old wound was viciously torn open. In those years, his life had greatly changed. He was now in high school, trying to make the best of it. He was no longer the wimpy little seven-year-old people bullied, but at the moment he sure felt like it.
After annoying the lady at the register, Kendall Knight scurried out of the nearby convienence store that his mother asked him to run down to so he can pick up a few things. The blonde let the nice fall breeze blow through his hair as he began walking down the block. Shoving change in his pocket, he ruffled through the bag for his reciept to assure he had everything. But the date on the reciept caught his eye and he cussed under his breath.
"Im such a horrible friend." he muttered.
Immediatly, he dropped his bag and sprinted down the block. Whipping out his phone, he saw no text messages from Logan, yet he know his friend was silently suffering. He does that all the time. Logan is always offered a shoulder to cry on, yet never takes it.
Logan's father drowns himself in work, therefore neglecting his son, thus, never has time to give his naive son the love he so needs.
It was a good two block run to Logan's house, yet Kendall mad it all the way. Luckily, his mother actually fed him lunch today instead of being to busy to even feed her son like Mr Mitchell, so Kendall had enough energy to pull through.
Panting and wheezing, he reached Logan's porch steps, and yanked open the door. The guys have been such close friends now that they dont even need to knock before entering. They just enter. Of course, that has been a problem at times, because well, privacy issues. But they all managed to pull through and are used to it.
Kendall knew Logan's house by heart. He rounded the corner, then climbed up the stairs, passing the bathroom, reaching the last door at the end of the hall. Kendall listened closely through the door, yet heard nothing. When he jiggled the nob, then thats when he heard rustling.
The teenager entered the bedroom, meeting eyes with a teary Logan.
Today was the aniversary of Logan's mother's death.
Soon enough, realization dawned on James and Carlos, and they two, hurried over to Logan's house.
Within 20 minutes, Logan was sitting on his bed racked with sobs, and his three friends' arms were wrapped around him, rubbing his back and whispering soothing and calming words in his ears.
He's glad he has such great friends like these.
A/N- Is it just me or is this entire chapter full of run on sentences? Sorry about that. I read it over like four times but couldnt fiugure out a way to fix them. Anyway, now its time for American Idol! Review and Plots?