Ahhhh! SO sorry! I really have no excuse as to why this update took so long, other than that I was super busy with Drumline ('cause I'm cool ;) ) and got mild writer's block towards the end of the chapter. I feel super bad that this took so long, and I apologize again for the wait. Hopefully (fingers crossed) it won't be any worse than this when school starts back up for me in a week and a half. I know... ew, school. But hopefully it won't be any worse! ANYWAY. Enough of my rambling, on to chapter 4! :)

Later that day, every resident of 2J was sitting on the couch, watching television together. That is, except for me. I was in my room, sitting on my bed. I barely made it through today – I don't know how I'll manage this tomorrow. And then, there was the whole Mother's Day thing, which I still had no excuse for. I couldn't just tell Gustavo and Kelly my parents died… the guys didn't even know yet.

I let the tears run down my face, finally releasing all my pent up feelings and thoughts from the day. I needed to talk to someone, but all the guys and Katie were out of the question, and Mrs. Knight was with them at the moment.

Shaking with silent sobs, I continued to think of my mom and dad. Why them? They didn't do anything to deserve this. It could have been a criminal, anyone else. Stop Logan, I told myself. That was a selfish thought and I knew it. I just wished they were still here. Anything.

I heard the door open, and quickly wiped all the tears from my face and masking my feelings as Kendall walked in. He shut the door behind him and turned to face me.

Taking one look at my face, he said angrily, "Okay, Logan, that's enough. Tell my why you've been crying! I want to help you!"

"Really, Kendall? Because if you really 'wanted to help me', you wouldn't be yelling! That's not helpful in the slightest!" I answered. Tears were flowing again.

"Well, I wouldn't have to yell if you would just tell me what the hell's wrong, Logan! I'm your friend! I deserve to know, don't you think? I do!" Kendall yelled back at me. This was too much.

Finally giving up, and with tears blurring my vision, I screamed at him, "Fine! FINE, Kendall! You want to know what's wrong? My damn parents died, okay? They were in a plane crash the other day, and they both died! Is that good enough for you?"

Kendall just stood there for a moment, shock written all over his face. "Logan…" he whispered. "Oh, Logan, buddy. Why didn't you tell me?" He took a step closer to me, enveloping me in a hug. I started all-out sobbing now – my resolve was completely broken.

"I…I-I don't k-know-w-w. B-because it w-was-s ha-hard, it's-s still h-hard. K-Kendall, it hurts-s-s… so m-much," I sobbed into his shoulder. He rubbed my back and whispered comforting things in my ear as I cried, moving us to sit on my bed, me in his lap.

"Buddy, it's okay. It's gonna be okay. I'm here, Logie," Kendall comforted me, rocking me in his arms.

"N-no, Kendall. Th-they're–" I choked on my words as sobs took over my body, only feeling overwhelming pain consuming me.

"Logan, look at me," Kendall said softly. "I can only imagine how much this hurts you and how hard this is, but I know you. You can do this, buddy. You're one of the strongest people I know. Everyone's here for you, to help you." He looked at me, and I knew he meant every word he said.

Still crying, I replied, "T-thank you-u. I-I, just… It h-hurts so m-m-much, K-Kendall." I clung onto his body like a life support as I continued to grieve.

I cried and cried and cried for about an hour or so more, while Kendall continued whispering to me. Just his presence comforted me. Don't get me wrong, I love Mrs. Knight like a real mom, but Kendall was my best friend. He knew how to help me the best out of anyone.

While I was still in the process of calming down, I heard a knock on the door of our bedroom. Looking frantically at Kendall, I said, "K-Kendall. They c-can't see me like th-this."

Kendall rubbed my back affectionately and replied, "Logie, it's okay to break. We're all here for you, and we want to help you get through this. But think of how sad they would be if they found out we kept it from them."

He was right. He was always right. "Fine," I said. "But I need you to help me. It h-hurts too much to t-tell b-by myself."

Kendall nodded, smiling gently at me. "Okay, buddy. You know I will." We both looked to the door as a knock sounded again.

"C-come in," I stuttered. Okay. I can do this.

Opening the door and shutting it behind them, Carlos and James took note of my facial expression and the tears that were still running down my face before speaking. They were truly concerned, and that's exactly why I needed to tell them what was wrong.

"Hey, Logie," James spoke. "You're… crying. What's the matter?"

Looking to Kendall before I answered, I said, "James, Carlos… I h-have to tell you g-guys something." Just thinking about it again made a fresh set of tears cascade down my face.

Sensing my discomfort, Carlos assured me, "Logan, you know you can tell us anything. We're your best friends. No matter what." He gave me a gentle smile before his face turned serious again.

"I know, guys." I took a deep breath before I continued. "This is just… hard t-to tell. It's hard in general. But y-you're my b-best friends, you deserve to kn-know."

Kendall hugged me tighter, letting me know silently that he had confidence in me. "Sit down, guys," He told James and Carlos. "This is difficult to say."

Listening to Kendall, Carlos and James each took seats across the room on Carlos' bed, looking at us with expressions that said they were ready to listen to me. Even though James and Carlos could be, and were, goofy and off-the-wall most of the time, when it came to something serious concerning one of us, it was like they turned into mature adults and were ready to help. That's what I especially loved about them, on top of everything else.

I sighed, mentally preparing myself for what was probably going to be the most difficult discussion I was going to have so far in my life. "Okay. S-so you know h-how I got a phone call o-on the way-y back from Rocque Records t-the other day?" Tears welled up in my eyes, once again. So much for this working out decently, I thought.

"W-well, it was a police o-officer f-from… Minnesota," I continued. "He called a-and t-told me th-that–" And that was as far as I could make it before sobs overtook my body for the almost billionth time today, or so it felt like. I curled further into Kendall's chest as he held me tight, comforting me without words. He was going to have to take it from here.

"Logan's parents… they were in a plane crash," Kendall said softly, while still holding on to me. I heard two sharp intakes of breath coming from James and Carlos.

"And they…" James half-asked, half-stated, as he looked at Kendall.

"They didn't make it," Kendall whispered.

"L-Logie…" Carlos whispered, walking across the room to help comfort me. He sat down on my bed next to Kendall, rubbing my back with his hand.

"Logan, buddy… I'm so sorry. I understand why you kept this from us. I can't imagine how you feel right now," James sympathized, joining the three of us on my bed and stroking my hair.

I continued to sob, the pain just coming back and back again in huge waves. I knew I was probably scaring them – James and Carlos rarely ever saw me cry. Kendall did, but that was just because I came to him with all my problems. He just understood me – no words needed to be spoken.

I don't know how much longer I sat there and cried, just letting all my pain and sorrow out. It must have been hours, because I remember James and Carlos falling asleep sometime during my gigantic breakdown. That just left Kendall and I.

"Kendall," I whispered, successfully getting his attention without waking up the other two.

"Yeah, Logie?" Kendall answered, with his arms still around me in a comforting manner.

"It h-hurts, Kendall. Why did it have to b-be them? I miss them so much," I whimpered, feeling my heart physically ache. This just really… sucked. There was no other way to put it.

Kendall ran his fingers through my hair. "Logie…" He said. "I'm so, so sorry, Logan. I really am. I wish I could do something to make it better… I hate seeing you hurting, bud."

"I… Kendall," I whispered, as sobs racked my body once again. I was in for one long night.

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