Kay so it's halfway through summer and just NOW I'm updating :/ I'm really sorry, guys! Let's just hope I don't drag this on and on so much that no one is even interested anymore. Sorry for the long wait...again :P Anyway this chapter is going to be in Logan's POV. Oh, and the last part is in 3rd person, just so there's no confusion.

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Logan's POV

Carlos sat next to Sammie on the couch opposite of James and I. Kendall sat in the chair next to them. No one said anything. We had noticed a car parked outside the house and waited for someone to walk inside. The air was composed of a comfortable anticipation as each of us stared at the door. But, something was definetly different with Sam, and James too. I don't know what happened when they came back but I'm assuming it didn't end blandly. I shrugged it off for the moment and continued to stare at the door. We didn't know what to do. No one came in and told us what to do, what they wanted from us. We just waited. Waited for whoever was in the Church last night to come in here and do whatever they felt was the punishment for discovering Kathy in there. Obviously he knew about it beforehand. The question is why he didn't do anything about it. In reality the whole event was pretty confusing, but already I thought I was putting the pieces together.

First of all, whoever wrote Kathy's suicide note did a pretty poor job of acting like they actually were Kathy. I know for a fact that it was not Kathy who wrote it. Her handwriting is not that...unusual. The O's had a line through them. I'm not sure why, exactly. It's probably a way to decipher them from zeroes, but I have never known anyone to do that. The notes she left us never had O's like that. They were all normal. Well, depending on what you call normal. Right now it's a little hard to remember what I considered to be "normal".

Second of all, whoever was in the Church last night obviously had something to do with Kathy's death. I could tell because he let us go. I knew that if I were in that position, I would stop anyone in sight to question them unless I had something to do with whatever it was I was involved in. In that case...

In that case I would still catch anyone and everyone to make sure they wouldn't say anything. I wouldn't let anyone get away.

Unless I knew where they were going. And if that place they were going was also where they were going to stay...

How would they know where we were going? How would they know where we would stay? The only other person (and/or people) besides Kathy that would know that is...

Ron.

I mentally scoffed. Figures. I'm actually surprised it took him this long.

Wait a minute, people. I'm not even following my own train of thought, here!

A government agent could possibly have done it. I knew they didn't know much about what really went on in this large house, but I knew they didn't really take a liking to Kathy. I was never aware of the reason, but I noticed that the agents became stiffer and almost annoyed around her. Then again they never really liked Ron, either. But then again, no one really does.

They knew something was going on right under their noses here, they just didn't know what.

"Loges," Someone's voice broke me out of my trance. James stared at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Hm?"

"You thinkin' about something?" He asked.

"How did you know?"

James let out a small chuckle. "Well first," he began, "you were zoned out. Second, your eyebrows were creased. I know you do that when you're thinking." He smirked as I looked away, slightly irritated at how well we've come to mnkwn eachother in just a few months. "What were you thinking about?" James asked next. I took a deep breath and looked back at James.

"I thinks I have some ideas on who killed Kathy." I whispered. James tilted his head slighty in confusion as he made a face to match it.

The door opened quickly as Ron stepped inside. He crossed the room to its halfway point and stopped. He turned to glare at us, obviously upset about something. Or nothing, who knows.

"Well?" He demanded.

The five of us exchanged glances with eachother, each of us hoping another person knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Well what?" Kendall asked at last.

Ron sighed a long, annoyed sigh. "Why aren't you working down at the barn?"

Many "Oh!"s were spoken. Some of us attempted to get up but an awkward tension fell upon the room. We retreated to just sitting there and staring at Ron.

Sam attempted to explain. "We uh, w-we didn't know if we should have-"

Ron raised his hand to cut her off. "Save it. Just go."

We all scrambled to get out of our seats and up the stairs to get changed. When we came back down we all muttered our apologies to Ron as we each passed by him. But when we were about to leave he stopped us.

"Kendall. Stay." Was all he said. Kendall released a small breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and stepped away from us. The rest of us hurried out the door. Not one word was spoken on the long walk there.

Kendall came back after about fifteen minutes. He would have a black eye and his lip was broken, Kendall wiping off blood every few minutes. He had a small limp when he walked as well.

"You okay, man?" James asked him as he moved a barrel of hay.

Kendall shrugged. "Yeah I guess. After he busted my lip he stopped." He reached up to tap his lip. He pulled his hand back. When he found blood on It he wiped his lip with his sleeve again.

"Don't do the Kendall," I told him, "you're going to get it infected with all the stuff that's on your arm."

He scoffed. "It's fine, Logan. It's not like I'm gonna get killed from it."

"Don't even joke about that!" Sammie snapped. "I'd rather not have anyone else die here, okay?"

Kendall sighed and looked away. "Sorry."

"When we get back you should clean your lip, Kendall." I advised. Kendall chuckled a bit and nodded his head. "Yes, Mom."

"Wait, Logan," James spoke up. I turned to him and raised my eyebrows in response.

"What did you mean when you said that you thought you knew who killed Kathy?"

Everyone else's heads turned toward me.

"Someone killed Kathy?" Carlos gasped.

"There's no way, Carlos! She left a suicide note!" Sam looked to me to back her up. When I looked away embarrassingly she cocked her head to the side in confusion and worry. "Logan?"

"Well, someone definetly left a suicide note...but it wasn't Kathy." I muttered, playing with the fingers of my glove.

"What do you mean, 'it wasn't Kathy'?" Sam asked. Her tone obviously stated she didn't believe me.

"I mean it wasn't Kathy." I retorted with the same amount of venom. She glared at me. "It wasn't her handwriting. Someone else wrote it for her."

Carlos gasped again. "So someone did kill her!"

James shook his head. "Not necessarily, Carlos. Someone easily could have written that for her. Maybe she didn't want to write it herself... That's a possibility, right, Logan?"

I shrugged. "I guess. I mean, you're right, it could be! But why would someone do that? I would hope that whoever did it at least tried to talk her out of it. I don't know, James, that just doesn't make sense to me."

"Whose handwriting was it?" Kendall asked. I shrugged again.

"Don't know. It just wasn't Kathy's." I answered plainly.

"So someone did kill her!" Carlos exclaimed again.

"Maybe!" Kendall answered with the same amount of enthusiasm.

"Maybe not, guys," Sam interrupted, "What if she just wants us to think someone killed her? She probably just wanted to frame someone so she faked the handwriting to look like someone else's."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at her. "Why would someone do that?" James criticized. "They wouldn't just give up their life just to frame someone. That's just stupid!"

Sam's eyebrows knitted together in anger. Then she shrugged it off and just rolled her eyes and shook he head, irritated.

"He has a point, Sam." Kendall agreed. "That seems a but much just to get back at someone."

"And even if that was why she killed herself," I continued, "What would be the reason?"

Sam just shook her head again. Our reasoning obviously not helping her mood. She hopped down from the barrel of hay she stood on and walked near Carlos. When she reached him she grabbed his hand.

"Come on, Carlos." She grumbled.

"Where are we going?"

"To the other side of the barn."

"But why me?"

"Because you're the only one who's not annoying me." She answered with a glare shot back at one of us. I followed her line of sight and it lead to...James? He glared back at the pair that almost seemed to contain a hint of jealousy.

Okay, I need to find out what's going on.

"What's that look for?" I interrogated. His eyes shifted towards me and the glare faded...slightly.

"What look?" He snapped.

"...The one you just gave Carlos and Sam?"

His face relaxed, but his eyebrows were still creased. He turned around so that his back faced me. "That wasn't a look. That was...a facial expression..."

I shook my head out of confusion. "Okay, what is going on between you two?"

"Between who?" He mumbled.

"You and Sam!"

"Wow, okay! Ew!"

"...That was a pretty good impression of her, James." I praised, though it was rather random in the first place.

James turned around, confused. "That wasn't me."

"Guys, come here!" We heard Carlos call. James and I hopped off our hay piles and walked with Kendall to where Carlos and Sam were. They were in the corner of the barn looking at something.

"What is it?" Kendall asked.

"Um..." Sam started to say. "Well...uh..."

"Do people often change in barns?" Carlos curiously asked.

"Uh, no?" I replied, raising an eyebrow. "Why would you ask something like that?"

"Uh, well... Something rather awkward came up." Sam mumbled.

Kendall hopped up and walked over to Sam and Carlos. He pushed past them a little bit to see what they were staring at in the corner. "HA!" was all he said.

"What, what is it?" James asked frantically as he jumped up onto the hay. I followed him to the others. We looked over teir shoulders and found something rather awkward indeed.

A pair of women's underwear.

"Oh, well then... Okay, what are those doing here?"

"Haha, that's awesome." James snickered, which caused Sammie to elbow him in the gut.

"Whose are they?" Kendall wondered aloud for all of us. Four heads began to turn towards the (recently) one girl in the entire property. She caught our stares and shot us back a look that basically said "are you stupid?".

"Really?"

"You are the only girl here..." Carlos said sheepishly.

"Those aren't mine! Who would even think to undress here?"

Kendall chuckled to himself. "Sammie's gettin' it on with someone!" he cracked to Carlos. He chuckled lightly, but then asked, "Who would it be with?"

An awkward silence fell over the five of us. Sam blushed in embarrassment. "I'm not 'getting it on' with anyone." She growled defensively.

"Thanks for even bringing the subject up, Kendall." I scolded as I rolled my eyes.

"So what do we do with it?" Carlos asked.

"Hmm," James hummed, "We could take it..." Sam elbowed him in the stomach again. "What?" He demanded, practically out of breath.

"Wait a sec, Sam," Kendall stopped her before she could do it again. "It's not a terrible idea."

"What?" She asked astonishly.

James rose an eyebrow. "It isn't?"

"Guys, think about it! If we leave this here Ron is going to come around and find this. This might just be me but I don't think he'll be too happy about it!"

I looked to the others. Kendall's reasoning got me thinking...more than usual. What if he had found it, but for some reason he got mad because we found it?

"We should take it." I declared. Kendall smiled at me and looked expectantly at Carlos and Sammie.

Sam sighed, "Fine," she gave in, "I'm not keeping it, though. That's gross!"

"I'll keep it." James volunteered. Sam moved to elbow him yet again but James caught her arm. He raised her wrist infront of her face. "HaHA!" He boasted, flashing a flirty smile at her.

...Something's wrong with him.

He quickly snapped out of it and dropped her arm. He cleared his throat as he searched for another place to look at. "So, uh, who's gonna take it?"

"I'm not touching it." Sam said flatly.

My eyebrows furrowed. "You're wearing gloves..."

Sam looked down at her hands. She scowled and crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't care."

I heard James and Carlos give a chuckle as I rolled my eyes. I slipped through inbetween Sam and Carlos and went to grab the piece of clothing but retracted quickly.

"We'll get it later."

The house was colder than usual, so we basically stuffed the fireplace with wood. Kendall and I were in the bathroom trying to take care of Kendall's lip. Trying as in everytime I would touch it he'd flinch and try to get away from me. Kendall wasn't doing it right himself so of course I had to do it. Eventually it would only be every other time I'd touch his lip he'd flinch.

"So did you grab it?" He asked me.

I stopped dabbing the cut and sat straighter. "What's 'it'?"

"The underwear."

I made a face at that. Personally I'd rather not talk about stuff like that, especially if it belongs to a girl. "Yeah, I grabbed it." I mumbled, looking away.

"Whose is it?"

I looked back at him. "I don't know!" I snapped, "I'd rather not look at it, period!"

"You mean there isn't like a name on it or something?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Really, Kendall? A name on the underwear?"

"Well, don't a lot of people have their name sewn onto their underwear?" He questioned defensively. I rolled my eyes in response. "No? Alright, chalk me up as a terrible detective."

I chuckled, "No, that's clever thinking. It's just that no one does that anymore...unless they have strange mothers... But I highly doubt girls do that." I took the damp towel in my hand and adjusted it on my hand. I lightly dabbed Kendall's wound with it, and he hissed through his teeth at the pain. "Sorry, and because there is no name on it, we don't know who it belongs to. That is very good thinking, Kendall. If there was a name on them, you would've solved the case."

He beamed. "Really?"

"...No, there are still many parts to it that need explanations."

His joy was killed, giving a small 'aww' to prove it. I chuckled lightly at his demeanor, and readjusted the towel again. James walked in soon after, and leaned his back against the frame of the door.

"Hey, guys." He greeted, ours were returned and he gave a small smile. "Having fun?"

Kendall huffed, "No...OW!" He shouted and jumped out of the chair he was sitting in.

I threw my towel on the counter of the sink. "Well, dammit, Kendall! I told you it would hurt and you'd have to face the pain if I was going to do it for you!"

Kendall lightly bit his lip, grimacing at the taste of blood that still remained. "I'm sorry, Logie," he sighed, I slighty rolled my eyes at the nickname. He sat back down in the chair facing my own. "But it stings!"

I sighed, too, slightly irritated from his whining and the redundant pain inflicted actions. "I know, buddy, I know. That's why I'm trying to help you so it won't hurt anymore."

"Not to interrupt the tender moment, here," James butt in, "but did you find out anything else on who might have killed Kathy?"

I shook my head. "No, I haven't. But I might find out something about you today," I smirked knowingly.

James eyed me suspiciously. "What do you mean?"

"What's going on between you and Sammie?" I asked cautiously. His eyes widened to the point of being saucers, and started to get very jittery.

"It was nothing! We both needed comfort and I don't know about her but really she was the only way out for me-"

"What did you DO?" Kendall accused, cutting off James from his rant.

"Nothing!" James had his hands raised in front of him defensively. "I promise we didn't do anything! Well, we almost did-"

"Did what?" I asked.

James looked away, debating between which was more interesting to him: The ceiling or the floor. "Um...we, uh...we almost kissed last night..." He admitted awkwardly, twisting his foot by his heel on the floor.

"You WHAT?"

"Almost what, Kendall. Almost what." I corrected, turning back to James, I asked, "What happened?"

James pushed himself off of the wall and turned to face us. He shrugged, "Nothing, really. I went to check on her-"

"Why were you checking on her?" Kendall interrupted, a little bit of vemon thrown in there.

"To see if she was okay!" James answered defensively, "She and Carlos were the only ones awake! You two were asleep!"

"So?"

"Kendall, stop! What's your problem?" I chided. He pursed his lips and huffed. I turned back to James, "Anyway..."

He nodded and continued, "I went to see if she was okay and when I opened the door and she hugged me." His lips turned into a small smile at the thought.

"And you hugged her back?" I asked.

"Well...yeah..."

"Why?" Kendall demanded.

"Kendall, seriously? Leave him alone for a second!"

"We hugged for...a while, actually. Then I think she remembered she hated me and let go. Um, we talked while we sat on her bed and...we...almost kissed." James shrugged, his expression a mix of confusion and hopelessness.

"Why almost?" I asked curiously.

"I...got up. We said goodnight...and I left."

"Why'd you let it get that far?" Kendall demanded again. I opened my mouth to say someyhing but James beat me to it.

"What do you mean, 'why'd I let it get that far'? I didn't mean for it to happen! I didn't realize it was happening until I was getting up, when I remembered I was supposed to hate her!" James yelled back, his demeanor completely changed when he looked at me. "Aren't I?" he asked me, as if I knew the answer.

"Do you hate her, James?" I asked gently.

"You should." Kendall grumbled, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Why should he?" I demanded.

"Because she's arrogant, sarcastic, and did you see how defensive she got when we disagreed with her?"

James gave a pout. "Then she walked off with Carlos." He said Carlos' name like it disgusted him.

"Yeah..." Kendall agreed.

I looked between the two, both were pouting. They were pouting for the same reason, at that. I stood up. "Okay, wait a second!" I pointed at James, "I understand why you're pouting...sort of." I turned to Kendall and pointed at him. "But you? You can't be pouting for the same reason as him, right?" I only noticed what James was doing around Sam because of the tension there was between them this morning. I never guessed Kendall was feeling the same thing James was...almost.

"He better not be pouting for the same reason as me." He growled.

"Woah, wait a minute!" James stopped us. "I don't even know if I'm pouting for the reason I think I'm pouting!"

I sighed, exasperated. "James, admit it. You like Sam."

Kendall stood up, giving James a hard glare. "No, he doesn't."

James frowned, glaring back at Kendall with the same intensity.

...Uh-oh...

Sam looked around the living room. "Where'd James go?" She asked and she turned to Carlos, who shrugged.

"Did he leave just now?"

Another shrug. "I have no idea."

Ever since Sam and Carlos got home, they had been talking nonstop. It was mostly about useless things, school, family, everyday things. James had been sitting there with him almost as the third wheel. He tried to participate in the conversation but when he could he only would say about three or four words before Carlos started talking again. James became fed up with it after a while, that burning anger that came with jealousy getting to be too much for James to handle, so he left, hopefully to find peace within himself with the help of Logan. After what Mercedes did, he vowed to never trust girls. Now, he was kicking himself for even looking at Sam in a way that was anything other than hate.

"Speaking of James," Carlos started, and grinned at Sam.

"What?"

"Why were you two looking so awkward around eachother this morning?"

It took a second for Sam to realize what exactly Carlos was talking about. "Oh!" She exclaimed, "That was nothing. Nothing happened."

Carlos stared at her, knowing.

"What?"

"If it was nothing you two would still be hating eachother." He pointed out, still grinning.

"...We do hate eachother!"

Carlos chuckled, not believing a word she was saying.

"Why are you being such a girl about this?" Sam pressed.

"I am not being a girl!" He denied. Sam started to laugh. "I'm not!"

"Then why are you pressuring me to tell you about my relationship with James?"

"HA!" Carlos smiled, pointing a finger at her. "So you are in a relationship with him!"

Sam rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant!"

"But you said it!"

"I didn't mean I was actually in a relationship with him. I was only talking about the...connection-"

"So you have a connection with him!" Carlos jumped, his smile growing bigger.

"No! Carlos, there is nothing between us, okay? If you're so hooked on this, why don't you just go ask James about it?"

Carlos' eyebrows rose as he made a small 'ooh!' sound. He jumped off the couch yelling James' name, trying to find the tallest boy. Sam chuckled and she rolled her eyes. But now once again her thoughts were on James. What James was probably thinking right now, wondering if he was thinking of her, too.

She groaned. She stood up and dragged her feet up the stairs looking forward to the sleep that would end this day.