Do you guys think I'm going a bit OOC on this one?

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Chapter 2

Logan lay in bed all night thinking about things. He was mad at Lola for telling his roommates he'd been upset, he wasn't going to talk about it. Like he'd said, no one really cared. He didn't understand why Chase and Michael were his friends anyway. He couldn't dare think they actually liked him. He was an arrogant spoiled brat. He got up, grabbed his notebook and pen and went to the bathroom, where he began to write.

"I am an arrogant spoiled brat. Its too much to think that I'll ever change. My world is collapsing. My father doesn't care and nothing will ever change. I'm just counting down the days until I'm released from the walls of the personality I trapped myself in. In college I can be who I wanted to be. Far away from arrogant Logan. Far away from my childish dreams about connecting with my father in any way. MY father will never care about me. He just doesn't, so I'll stop wishing for it. He can give me a lot of things, but he can't give me fatherly love. He's just unable." Tears stung his eyes before he finished writing. He sat on the ground of the bathroom and cried, quietly. Chase came into the bathroom and saw him, his notebook lying open on the ground before him.

"Logan! What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He just turned away from Chase, not looking him in the eye. Chase picked up the notebook and read what he'd written.

"Is that what you think? That he doesn't care about you? He does. You know he does."

"He doesn't."

"Yes he does. He just doesn't know how to show it. And as long as your father keeps messing up we'll be here for you making you feel better. We're you're friends whether you like it or not."

"I like it I mean I'm glad you're my friends but... Lets just be honest Chase. I'm a toy. An amusement. I'm like a pet that you feed and give toys and maybe you get a little attached to but you never really care that much about it. That's what I am to my father. He gives me money instead of a second thought. I've been trying my whole life to get something out of worthless things like money and gaming devices and flat screen tvs and it means nothing okay? Nothing."

"You're right. Those things mean nothing. So be something. Be something beyond the nothing of those stupid toys and the stupid personality you say you're trapped in. No one is making you be arrogant Logan. You can be whoever you want you know. This is PCA where you can be whoever and do whatever. Make a movie. You always seem like you want to."

"Why do you care about me?" Logan muttered.

"Because even arrogant Logan is human right? Human's have feelings and maybe I just wanted to prove to myself that you had feelings too. I had no idea you cared so much about this though."

"I try not to talk about it. People already think I'm spoiled-"

"You are."

"But I never wanted to be. I just want to make a movie with him."

"Tell him that."

"I can't. He doesn't listen."

"Make him. You're stubborn. You can get attention from anybody."

"Anybody except him."

"Just try it."

"Okay. I will... Some other time."

"Well yeah its two in the morning. Come on. Come back to our room. You need sleep." Logan followed, still confused about how suddenly it seemed like maybe he had friends.

Mm