***Ugh, do I even need to put this anymore? This chapter will be told from Kazuya's point of view.***

I looked at her small body cradled in my arms, I had been so calm before but now I was freaking out. She had muttered her address so I began to walk towards the direction she had gone the first day I met her. Her body quivering and shaking violently, I couldn't think of what else to do so I began to sing. Softly and very high; "Go to sleep..." It was a lullaby I had heard a mother singing to her child the other day.

She relaxed in my arms and became significantly lighter, and me calmer as I sung to her.

I used the edge of my knuckles to knock on the door, finding it hard because she was still cradled in my arms bridal style. Her body covered in cold sweat.

"Hello?" A girl I recognized from school answered the door, she looked at me in questioning. I knew what she was asking; 'Dude. Why are you holding my sister?'

"Uh, hi. I'm Kazuya Kamenashi." I started nervously and just shooed me inside.

"Holy , Dillion!" She shouted into the house, ignoring me completely and examining her sister in my arms. "Logan had another breakdown!" She said as an older girl walked in.

"How cold is she?" The girl asked looking to me. I stuttered and told them everything that happened. They took her from my arms and set her on a large white couch in the living room.

"Come on in, Kazuya." The younger one waved me over to her as the older one got blankets from the closet and covered Logan, who was now sleeping soundly. "I'm Stevie." The younger one outstretched a hand. I shook her hand wondering why she was so calm now!?

"I'm Dillion." The older one said still tending to Logan.

"Hi." I nodded in her direction. I shoved my hands in my pockets and looked back to Stevie who was now grabbing a canister of pills from a cabinet. She tossed it to Dillion.

"Does this happen alot?" I asked still nervous.

"Not a lot, but often enough we know what to do." Logan said handing a crouch Dillion a chilled bottle of water.

"Oh, so shouldn't you tell your parents?" I asked looking around, their kitchen was nice and clean. A tiny table behind me with benches attached, all of which were white. A grey sleek looking island surrounded by granite counters and silver cabinets. A box-like grey fridge nearest the living room. A single white door with a draped window on the opposite side of where I was looking, behind the table a staircase and another set of counters containing lots of papers. It seemed like her family had a decent amount of money jugding by the size and build of her house.

"No, our dad works like 24-7 and our mom passed away when Logan was young." Dillion said nonchalantly, my heart sank.

"Oh I'm s-sorry." I said suddenly turning my attention back to them.

"Don't be, she had problems. Which is where Logey over there gets it from." Stevie said walking back into the kitchen, now that I looked at Stevie and Dillion they looked a lot different from Logan but a lot like each other. I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Oh..." I said, my accent returning quite a bit. I slapped my hand over my mouth as Stevie looked over at me.

"Kazuya? You okay?" She asked.

"Uh-huh. Just fine. So uh, could you just tell her to call me when she's feeling better?" I said expecting a different outcome from what I got.

"No, come on. You should stay, you're the one that got her sleeping right?" Stevie asked pleading with me.

"Uh, yeah. But what does that have to with anything?" I asked looking at Logan on the couch, her sleeping face was cute and relaxed.

"Usually shes seizing like crazy by now. You can calm her, please stay." She looked at me with puppy eyes. I gave in and she asked me to carry a snug and sleeping Logan to her room. She told me it was a darker room, painted red but if the door was shut I would know because it was the only bedroom door that was dark wood. All the others were glass.

I found it and luckily the door was cracked so I could swing it open with my foot, I saw a box-like thing right when I walked in. I walked closer and realized it was her bed, encaged by walls. I placed her on the bed, it was a bit difficult considering I had to kneel on the bed to place her head on her pillow.

"Yosh, what to do now?" I said outloud and notcing a sofa-like thing resting against the wall. Right behind a desk, I sat on it and took my phone out to text the couch.

To: Couch

hey coach, its me. im at a friends house, put dinner in the fridge for me please?

-Kazuya

He responded surprsingly quick.

ohh, that girl? have fun my boy, use protection!!!!!!! and you sure you'll be home? hahah, atta boy!

I palmed my forehead and decided to leave this conversation alone, I had other things to worry about. I heard Logan stir in her sleep, mumbling something. I walked closer to her bed to hear.

"Sing... again... please." She tossed and turned looking for something behind closed eye lids. Could she be talking to me? I crawled onto the bed and sat up against one of the walls, covering her with her comforter I started to sing a lullaby my mom had sang to me when I was young. She hummed and a small smile appeared on her face, her lips turning into the beautiful curve again.

"You have no idea how pretty you are, Logan Emaiy." I muttered using the back of my hand to her face, her cheeks warmer than I had anticipated. She moaned under my touch, not bothering to move my hand. I figured she liked it.

***About two hours later. 8:00 PM.***

I blinked my eyes open, not realizing that I had fallen asleep. I sat up quickly and realized that Logan was lying next to me.

"Morning, sleepy head." She snickered and sat up slower than I had. I started to freak out.

"Morning!? I spent the night, oh are you okay? I'm sorry, your sister said I should stay but I tried to le-" I was stopped by her sofft finger covering my mouth.

"Calm down, it's like 8. And it's okay my sisters explained everything, your couch called and I told him what happened. I'm sorry." She said laughing a little.

"Oh, it's fine. Your okay now?" She nodded. "Good, I'm glad. I should go I don't wanna overstay my welcome." I said scooting to the end of the bed, she grabbed my wrist. The warmth of her soft skin sent sparks up my my arm.

"When I was sleeping, did you put music on?" She asked looking into my eyes, serious wondering hidden behind the glazed sleepy look.

"Uh," I tried to think if I had played music, no. Just sang, but I couldn't tell her that I did. "Yeah. Sorry, did I disturb you?"

"Oh no, it was nice. Who was it?" She asked. "It was pretty."

"A japanese singer." I replied shaking her hand from my wrist and slid off her bed.