Okay :) So I have the rest of the story outlined using every plot you guys have submitted to me ((yes, Im going to use every single plot that was submitted)) up untill chapter 23. Then I used four of my own plots to reach 27. So keep the plots coming, because I have room for three more :) Oh and chapter 23, its going to go back to age 16 at the Palm Woods. So if your going to submit them, submit it for when theyre older.

Anyway, this is a really good plot, it was submitted by TheRescuer2

Chapter 13* takes place at age 12

It was a quiet night around the Mitchell house, and twelve year old Logan didnt know where his father was. Growing agitated in the muggy bedroom, he lifts himself up and enters his livingroom.

It was a hot summer night in Minnesota, and the pale boy wiped his sweating forehead and sighed, retrieving a water bottle from the fridge. Chugging, Logan could have sworn he heard ruffling in this bushes right outside his kitchen window. He blew it off and truged back to his bedroom.

Logan once again blew off the thumping he heard outside his bedroom window as he zoned out infront of the tiny television in his room. Sitting up in his bed, his head tilted several times but he immediatly snapped it back up. He was too tired to care about all the sounds he kept repeatedly hearing outside, untill he heard a click at his front door.

The twelve year old immediatly flew down the stairs, and eyed the door knob that kept twisting and turning. Someone was obviously fiddling with it.

Logan's brain immediatly flickered into paranoia and he ducked behind the couch, pulling his knees to his chest. When the fiddling stopped, he stood back up, nerves racking, and squeaked out, "Hello...anybody there..?"

When no answer came, he roamed the corner, picking up a baseball bat. He egded closer and closer to the door, when suddenly the lock clicked, and the door knob fell right off. Logan stiffened, and froze when the door busted open.

...

Sirens roared through the streets of the small town nieghborhood in Minnesota. Red and blue lights flash, tears roll of faces and hit the ground with a splat!

The nieghbors are out, in robes and slippers, standing on their front porches in the dark, watching as the scene unfolds infront of them in curiosity.

One skateboard clanks and hits the pavement, the rough sound of worn out wheels rolling screeched against the sidewalk. James Diamond lets his helmet straps sway in the chilly night time air as drifts throughout the streets in search of his best friend.

Carlos on his bike, and Kendall jogging along side, all four boys repeatedly cried, "Logaaaannnn, Looogggaaannn!"

Tired and weary, they eventually came to a stop. Kendall shone his flashlight in the area around him. Carlos jiggled on his handlebars infront of him. "Anything?" he asked.

Defeated, Kendall sighed. "Nothing."

Frustrated, the blonde boy kicked a pebble, and sat down on the curb. Carlos got off his bike and sat down with him, James following their actions.

Just an hour ago, the nieghbors had called the police station to report of a noise disturbance. There had been several complaints of screaming, banging, and other disruptions. When the police arrived, they had came to find Logan's front door wide open, and the house a wreck. There was no way of getting in contact with Mr Mitchell, and noone saw sight of Logan.

A tear drop slowly makes its way down Carlos' face, and Kendall sighed then put an arm around his shorter friend. The leader rubbed Carlos' shoulders, clearing his throat and deciding to step up. "It's okay..it's gunna be okay." But Kendall wasnt sure it was going to be okay. He was mostly lying to himself.

As seeing Kendall was clearly defeated, James decided to step up and take his spot as the substitute leader. The seventh grade heartthrob stood up, and put his foot down. "Alright."

Confused, Kendall glanced up and stared straight into James' eyes in confusion. "What?"

James took a moment to compose himself, than stated, "We arent gunna give up, right? Because Logie's our best friend, and we dont wanna lose him!"

Kendall smirked, as seeing what James was getting at. He immediatly bounced up and stood next to James. "Yeah!" The blonde boy chirped. "And we're gunna do everything we can untill we find our Logie! Now who's with me?" Kendall put his hand out in the middle.

Carlos hopped up, fixing his shirt, then put his hand in, too Seconds following, James put his hand in, also, and they all cheered, then took off shouting out Logan's name again.

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Beaten, and tossed brutally into a bush, Logan lets stray tears fall freely and slide down his cheeks. "W-w-what are y-you gunna do to me?" he stammers.

The older man stares him directly in the eyes, shooting him a look that just said, shut up, just shut the fuck up right now.

The police were clearly on the look out for him, and the kidnapper sighed, and sat down on the curb with his elbows in his knees. He glanced back over his shoulder at the pathetic twelve year old. "Hey, kid, dont you got any parents?"

A moment of silence passed, untill Logan let a sob escape him. The older man scoffed. "Kid, would you shut up? Im trying to make some money off'a you!"

"H-h-how do you plan on doing that?"

"Well obviously I aint gunna return you back till your parents gimme some doe." He rubbed his fingers together. Typical kidnapping attempt. They take the child, and dont return them back untill the kid's parents pay the kidnapper. But little did he know what kind of father Mr Mitchell really was.

But before any more words could be spoken, three voices piped up from behind them. "Hey! It's Logie!"

"Where?"

"Over there! In the bush!"

The older man immediatly whipped around, coming face to face with three little boys, and then tackled to the ground by a hound of police officers.

As the failing kidnapper was handcuffed and tooken away, the unforgettable foursome was once again a foursome. Tears were streaming down all boys faces, as Kendall, James, and Carlos' mothers came rushing towards them in the dark.

Logan was pulled into a threeway hug, and Carlos whispered, "We thought we were gunna lose you, buddy."

Consumed with grief and wrecked by sobs, Logan could only bury his face in his friends' shirts. Kendall hugged him tight. "Well we have you now, Logie. Nobody is gunna hurt you now. Youre safe with us."

James noticed even through the dark light that Logan's eyes had an extremely panicked and frightened look to them, but that didnt matter at the moment. They were all just glad to have him back. So the four boys stood crying and hugging in the middle of the street, all just happy to have their Logie back.

So I might even just post this as a oneshot itself for others on the fandom to read because I loved it so much. I loved it so much, TheRescuer2! Thanks! Also, I forgot to mention in my last disclaimer, I dont own the character Jimmy Nixon. CheekyBrunette does, but I use him anyway cuz Cheeky's nice like that :) Love you all! Reviews and plots?