I failed my mission at writing and posting 3 chapters yesterday. My mom all of a sudden decided to take me out jeep riding…for 3 hours, just long enough to steal time for a chapter. Gosh, I was annoyed. I was even more when she refused to let me bring my BTR CD. I was like, are we going to have any fun? But then we picked up my friend, and it wasn't too bad.

Did you like me hurting Logan again? I did, it was fun. It made my sister cry when she read it…I laughed at her crying. Okay, so here's me continuing from the last chapter, hope you like!

11. Memory

The 3 boys paced sat in the waiting room, waiting for new on Logan. Kendall was pacing. James was holding Carlos, who was silently crying. He had ridden in the ambulance with Logan, while James and Kendall drove the car. It was horrible, seeing his friend in such a state. But he knew Logan wasn't going anywhere any time soon, Kendall had been right. Logan was too nice of a person; he wouldn't leave without a goodbye. Carlos thought back on a day permanently etched in his brain.

13 year old Carlos and Logan sat on a park bench, watching the sun rise. "Why did you want me here so early?" Carlos asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Just watch." Logan stated. Carlos yawned and nodded.

About 3 minutes later, right when the sun was full, the trees all glistened with a yellow light, shimmering with the early morning dew. "Whoa." Carlos said in awe.

"I know, isn't it cool?" Logan asked and Carlos nodded. "I know it's a little girly, but I just thought it was really cool." Carlos nodded again, still staring at the sun. "It's sad though." Logan sighed.

Carlos looked at Logan. "Why?"

Logan looked back at his friend. "Because before you can really enjoy it, it's gone." Carlos turned his attention back to the trees, to see the sun had shifted, and the trees light weren't as bright."Nothing gold can stay." Logan said.

Carlos looked at him. "What?"

Logan looked at him."You don't know that poem?" Carlos shook his head. "Nature's first green is gold,her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf's a flower;but only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf.So Eden sank to grief,so dawn goes down today.Nothing gold can stay."

Carlos smiled at his smart friend. "How do you know that?"

Logan shrugged. "It was in a book, The Outsiders. Guess it just kind of stuck with me." Carlos nodded and then turned back to the sunrise. "How long will it rise like this?"

"'Bout a week." Logan said.

"We'll have to bring James and Kendall-"

"They wouldn't understand." Logan interrupted. Carlos looked at him confused. "They wouldn't understand the beauty, but your Carlos, I knew you'd understand. So, we'll keep this between us, okay?" Logan looked at him with his big, brown eyes.

Carlos nodded. "Deal, this will stay between us." He smiled and looked back at the sun, not even caring that it was 6:30 on a Saturday.

James watched Kendall pace, watching him with concern. He had played the voicemail to Kendall, and it just made him even more agitated. Logan did say bye, so was he going to leave them, for good? James sighed, thinking about the last time he talked to Logan. He didn't even say bye, what kind of brother was he? Then he didn't hear Logan calling him when he was in the fire, all because he turned up the music. He began to think back to a day he had forgotten.

14 year old James was riding his bike around town, just enjoying the evening. He turned onto an old walking path in the woods outside of town. He was the only one who knew about this path, or he thought he was.

About a mile into the path, he heard something. He slowed to a stop and listened. It was a dull thud and a small grunt. The more he listened, the more he wanted to see what was happening. He put the kick stand down and started following the sounds, being as quiet as possible.

About 5 feet from the path, he saw a small boy continuously punching a tree. James bent down behind a bush and watched. The boy kept hitting the tree for about 5 minutes, before falling to the ground, clutching his hands and crying.

James shot up when he recognized the boy. "Logan?" He called out. Logan didn't even look up, unaware of his friend calling him. James ran over to the crying boy. "Logie?" He shook the boy's knee, causing him to jump and look up at him.

"J-James? What are you doing here?" He asked.

James shook his head. "I was just riding around. What are you doing here?" At the question, Logan launched himself at James, wrapping his arms around his neck. James didn't even care that his bloody hands were ruining his shirt. "Hey, it's okay." He hugged Logan back, trying to comfort the crying boy.

After about ten minutes Logan released James, sitting back down in front of him. "S-sorry." He mumbled, staring at the ground.

James shook his head. "Don't be, it's okay. Now, can you tell me why you were hitting the tree?"

Logan nodded and took a deep breath. "I was just really angry. I'm not really sure why though. I just ran out of my house, ended up here, and started punching the tree." Logan looked down at his blood covered hands and tears start falling again. He looked up at James. "Do you think I could stay the night with you tonight?"

James nodded and pulled Logan into another hug. "Sure buddy. You okay?"

He felt Logan nod. "Just had a problem, but its fine now."

Kendall paced, staring at his feet, thinking about the worse. What if Logan did leave them? How were they going to go on? Logan was their common sense, their geek, their brother. Logan just couldn't die, not now. He was just becoming happy with his life. After waiting 10 years in a horrid home, where his mom hit him and his dad ignored him, he finally was placed into foster care. 3 years later he was placed in a foster home in Minnesota. His friends didn't find out until they were 15, and still didn't know where Logan lived…

Logan and Kendall were skating around on the pond behind Kendall's house, just messing around. Snow was falling ridiculously hard. Kendall ran over and tackled Logan, knocking him to the ground. They were interrupted by a sound.

"Dude, get off me. I have to answer my phone." Logan said, still being crushed by Kendall. Kendall stood up and helped Logan up to. Logan then skated over to where his backpack was and pulled out his phone. "Hello?" Kendall watched as Logan listened for a few seconds. "What? No, I can't. Mrs. Jay, do you not see the weather?" Kendall felt one of his eyebrows raise; he had never heard Logan mention a Mrs. Jay. "Okay, okay. Fine. I'll get my stuff. Be there in like an hour." He hung up and skated back over to Kendall. "I have to go home." He and Kendall skated back over to the edge of the pond.

"Dude, it's basically a blizzard. Nobody's should be driving in this weather." Kendall said, thinking Logan meant his parents were going to come pick him up.

"I'm walking home." Logan said, taking off one of his skates and putting on a sneaker.

"No way. You're not walking home alone in this weather." Kendall said, following Logan and quickly changing footwear.

"I have to." Logan said simply, and began walking towards Kendall's house.

"At least let my mom drive you home." Kendall said, following Logan.

"Its fine Kendall, I can walk home." Logan pulled the back door to Kendall's house open. "Besides, your mom is at work and Katie's at a friend's house, no need to bother her."

"You know, I've never met your family." Kendall pointed out.

Logan nodded. "You've told me before." Logan began collecting his things, slowly putting them in his backpack.

"Why is that?" Kendall asked.

Logan shrugged. "Bad luck?"

Kendall shook his head. "That's not just a coincidence. There's a reason." Kendall stated, this time determined to get an answer from his friend.

Logan nodded. "I don't want you to meet them." He said.

Kendall threw his hands up in the air. "That's what you say every time! Will you tell me why?" Kendall asked, and Logan shook his head. "Do they hurt you Logie? Is that why you have bandages on your hands every now and then?" Kendall had never asked that question, but it always bothered him when he saw Logan's hands wrapped up in white gauze.

"They don't hurt me." Logan continued packing.

Kendall walked over and grabbed his smaller friend by the shoulder, making him look him in the eyes. "Then why Logie?" Logan didn't answer, but just stared at him, tears forming in his eyes."Why?" Kendall whispered. Logan looked at his feet, tears falling down his cheeks. "Why?" Kendall shouted, giving Logan a small push, not meaning to but knocking him to the floor.

"Because they're not my real family!" Logan screamed at him. He stared up at Kendall, tears rapidly falling down his cheeks. "I'm in a freakin foster home! My family didn't want me! Happy now?" Before Kendall process what Logan had said, Logan grabbed his bag and ran out his front door.

Kendall stood there, Logan's words replaying in his mind. They're not my real family! I'm in a foster home! My family didn't want me! Those 3 evil sentences replaying in his mind before the last one finally made contact with his brain. "Logan!" He yelled, running out his front door. He found Logan only a block away, crying under a tree. He ran over and pulled his friend into a hug. "I'm so sorry Logie, I didn't know." He whispered.

Logan pushed him away and stood up. "I didn't want you to know! That's why you haven't met my fam- The people I live with! My own parents were ashamed of me and I didn't need my new friends being ashamed too!" Kendall just sat there, watching a crying Logan yell at him. "I moved 10 times in 3 years! All because nobody wanted me! Whenever they shipped me to a new family, I couldn't make friends! Nobody wanted to hang out with the foster kid! This time was going to be different! I wanted- I needed- to be wanted somewhere! I've gone 3 years being wanted and you ruined it! You're going to leave me like everyone else does and I'm going to get shipped off again! I'm going to have to re-build my life AGAIN! I just can't do that anymore!" Logan's knees buckled and he hit the ground, sobbing uncontrollable. "I just can't." He whispered.

Kendall snapped out of his shock and crawled over to his bawling friend. He pulled him into a tight hug. "I refuse to leave you Logie. You're my brother, you're James and Carlos' brother too. All of us refuse to let anything bad happen to you, let alone let you get sent away." Logan shook in his arms, crying too hard to answer him. Kendall was still shocked about what had just happened, but he knew one thing, Logan needed him, and he needed Logan.

Logan's past didn't matter right now. What matter was his future. Logan could not die. The group would just fall apart, or die trying not to. Logie, their Logie, just couldn't die.

The three boys continued their thoughts, Carlos falling asleep, until a doctor appeared in the waiting room. "Logan Mitchell?" He asked.

Kendall quickly walked up to the doctor. "Is he okay?" He asked.

The doctor nodded. "He will be. His exposed skin, meaning his arms, neck, knees, lower legs, and feet, are covered in 1st degree burns. His face and hands have 2nd degree burns. So, it will be like he has an extremely bad sunburn." Kendall sighed, looking back at James and the sleeping Carlos with a smile on his face. "It was a good thing they got him out when they did, otherwise he would've died from the lack of oxygen." Kendall looked back at the doctor. "Okay, so Logan is on some pain medication right now, so he is asleep. He should wake up in about an hour or 2. When he does he'll feel the pain of the burns. Just call a nurse and she'll come and give him some more medication, but he'll eventually have to deal with the pain. Like I said, it's just like a sunburn. He's also still on a breathing mask, just to be safe. He'll also have a nasty cough as his lungs heal from the smoke."

Kendall nodded. "Can we see him?"

The doctor nodded. "I warn you, it's not a real pretty sight. His nose and mouth are black from inhaling the smoke, and the rest of him is pretty red. His hands and face are beginning to blister. Try not to touch him where he's burned. Room 54, first floor."

Kendall nodded and walked over to his friends. He shook Carlos awake before looking up at James. "He's gonna be okay." He said when he had both of their attention. Carlos' face broke into a wide grin, as did James'. "Want to go see him?" They nodded.

As they walked to his room, Kendall told them what the doctor told him. The boys nodded as he told them not to touch him where he's burn. They walked up to the white door with the black numbers 854. "Ready?" Carlos and James nodded and Kendall slowly pushed the door open. He knew to expect this, but it wasn't the same as seeing it.

Like the doctor said, Logan's body was tinted red. His face was a deeper red, and little white patches where it was becoming blistered, so were his hands. "Whoa, red." He heard Carlos say behind him. He nodded in agreement before walking over to the bed, pulling a chair up next to it.

"You scared the heck out of us Logie." He whispered. Carlos pulled up another chair on the other side of Logan, James pulling up one at the end of the bed.

"Yeah, you did. Gosh Logie, seeing you on that stretcher…" James trailed off.

"It was just terrifying." Carlos finished.

"But, here you are, not fine, but healable." Kendall said. He looked at James who nodded. "You're gonna hurt for a little while, but we'll take care of you, like we promised." He looked over and Carlos and James nodded.

Kendall held the still crying Logan tightly. "Can I call the others?" He asked him quietly. He felt Logan tense up as he thought about it. About 30 seconds later Logan nodded. Kendall pulled out his cell phone and dialed James' number.

"Hello?" James was laughing, which probably meant Carlos was over there.

"James, is Carlos there?"

"Yeah, here I'll put it on speaker."

"Is anyone else there with you?"

"No, why? What's wrong?" Kendall could hear Carlos running over to the phone.

"I'm at the park a block away from my house. You guys need to get here now. We got some new to tell you." Before the boys could say anything else, Kendall hung up. He returned his hand around Logan, rocking him slightly.

Logan was still crying, not as hard, when James and Carlos got there. They immediantly dropped down beside Logan, giving him and Kendall worried looks. "What's wrong Logie?" James whispered, running a hand through Logan's hair.

Logan looked up at Kendall, pleading him with his brown eyes to tell them. Kendall nodded and Logan buried his face into Kendall's chest; scared of how his friends were going to react. "Logan's in a foster home." Kendall said. James and Carlos' mouths fell open. They stared at Kendall, hoping he was kidding. Kendall just nodded and looked back down at Logan.

"Really?" James asked.

Logan pulled away from Kendall and nodded. "Have been for 6 years, just not this one. I'll explain what happened to you guys another day, that is if you still want to hang out with me…"

Carlos punched his shoulder. "Dude, you're our brother! Of course we want to hang out with you still! Where and how you live doesn't change you at all." Carlos said.

Logan smiled. "Thanks."

"Hey buddy, don't we need to get you home? Won't your mom get worried?"

Kendall regretted the words as soon as he said them. Logan looked at him, danger glowing in his brown eyes. "She's not my mom." He snapped. Kendall nodded, knowing whatever he said would just make it worse. After a second of glaring at Kendall, Logan softened up. "Her name is Mrs. Jay, and yeah she will. You guys want to come with me?" He asked, standing up. The three boys nodded and they walked with Logan to the downtown foster home.

Yep, I'm still not finished with this, but at least it's not a cliffy! Okay, so I stayed up ALL FREAKIN NIGHT writing this, just because I love you guys so much! (And because I'm doing a bunch of stuff today so I won't update again till late tonight/tomorrow)

So yeah, I didn't kill Logan, but I spent 2 hours looking up types of burns and what inhaling too much smoke can to do you. I couldn't find the info I wanted to give Logan carbon manoxide poisoning, otherwise I would have… Don't go to the Wikipedia page for burns, there are some nasty pictures.

Okay, so review. I'll update ASAP! Reviews are love in writing!

ELLA-KEllA! (Fancy word for Killer, scary huh?)