"Jesus, I need a haircut." Logan said as him and Harvest stared at the back of his head, just after they used the Head Key and the small door opened behind them, "Creepy."

"Ready?" Harvest asked him, looking toward the grey door infront of them, "Wanna give me a Trigger Warning before I head in?"

"If you find my memories on my Taylor Swift phase, please, skip." Logan begged, opening the door as the pair walked into a large room that had staircases filling the entire thing, "Oh my god."

"No one's has looked like this." Harvest looked around, spinning slightly as she looked at every different staircase style. Some victorian, some wooden, some marble, some colored.

"How are these my memories?" Logan gapped, his mouth hung
open in just the slightest, "I mean, I'm actually kinda scared of staircases. I fell down them in eighth grade and everyone made fun of me for it for a while."

Harvest tried not to laugh, "Maybe that's what's wrong with you."

Logan cracked a grin, "I think you might be right."

He approached the marble staircase first. Now that he'd been closer, it was clear that the top or each step had an opening. He kneeled down, pulling the top up some as one of his memories played before him like an old film. He looked back at the redhead, her eyes studying the floral design on the wooden stairs, "Harvey."

Her head turned, eyes casting on the step as she hurried over. Kneeling next to him, the pair watched the memory play infront of them.

"I don't want to go back." Logan said as he spoke to his dads, following them through the house, "Do you have any clue what it's like to have no friends in high school? The most loserish feeling."

"Sweetie, the closet was basically invisible for me, I know what it feels like." Ross said to him, leaning on the counter, "You just had two weeks off, half way through the year, just one more semester."

"Doesn't comfort me." Logan shook his head, his sandy curls bouncing as he did so. The car passing their house caught the threes attention, watching the moving vans follow it.

"Those are probably the new Key House owners." Ruby said as he peaked out the window more, "Rendals family, do you remember him?"

"No." Ross said honestly as he nodded toward Logan, "There you go, new friends."

"That's not really how friendship works." Logan said honestly toward his dad.

"Sure it is." Ruby fueled him, "Just go introduce yourself. The worse that can happen is you don't make friends again."

"Ross." Ruby gapped at him, "Not helping our sons self esteem."

Harvest laughed slightly before Logan slowly shut the top of the step, turning to her, "That's when I threw stuff at your window."

Harvest blinked as she gave a sad smile, "I was your first friend?"

He flushed, "My only friend."

Harvest smiled slightly, looking at the next step, "Wanna see another one?"

Logan turned to look at the victorian staircase, "Hang on."

He stood up, walking over toward it. Harvest lingered behind, waiting until he was far enough off to open the step above the one the memory they viewed. Her eyes looked down into it immediately.

"What are you talking about? Scot? I'm not in love with Scot." Kinsey lied as she stared at Logan. From what it seemed, this had just been a few days ago considering his hair was grown out and her outfit was the same one she had on three days prior.

"Kins, i'm not stupid. Look, I know you're really into him. And i'm not mad, I just want you to be honest with me." Logan spoke to her with a sigh, rocking on his heels, "I know that you only dated me because he didn't like the idea of you choosing between us last year. He was your first choice."

Kinsey didn't say anything for a second, "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry." Logan corrected her, twisting the ends of the blue flannel he wore.

"Why? Because you feel the exact same way?" Kinsey rose her eyes at him. Logan looked taken back by her words, "I'm not stupid either."

"I don't love Harvest." he shook his head.

Kinsey rose her eyebrows and laughed, "I didn't even mention her, that pretty much answers my question."

Logan sighed, flushing in the face.

"You wouldn't have dated me if she didn't get with Gabe." Kinsey shrugged as she stared at him, "Literally everyone knows, you can admit it."

Admit it.

Logan opened his mouth.

"Harvey!" the boy called from the other staircase. Harvey slammed the step closed, turning his way quickly to find him looking down in the step, "Come watch baby me push a french fry into my dads nose!"

Harvest looked back down at the step she was leaned over, sighing as she stood up and walked over to join him.

"She smells like moth balls." Harvest whispered to her siblings, staring at Erin as she looked around Key House.

"I know it must be weird for you to be back here." Nini spoke up, watching her oddly but clearly trying not to judge.

Erin turned to them, "Yeah, but in a good way. Thank you for letting me stay here until my trust fund comes through."

"Of course." the redhead woman nodded her head.

"How's she doing?" Tyler whispered over to Kinsey.

"She didn't say much on the drive." the girl said as the trio watched.

"She remembers the keys and magic, right? We need to find out how-" Tyler began before Kinsey cut him off.

"Yeah, we need to take it easy. She needs time to process. We can't just start hammering her with questions." Kinsey defended the, now speaking, woman as she spoke softly to Nina a few feet away.

"When it does come down to talking, if she doesn't say anything, I could do with I did to Nicole Rochelly after she lied and said she didn't steal my laptop." Harvey nodded as she rose a eyebrow toward her siblings, holding an unlit cigarette out and pressing it to Kinsey's skin, "Hurts like a bitch when it's lit."

"Okay, you can not burn her." Tyler gave a crazy look toward his younger sister.

Bode running in caught the three attention, watching as he ran before Erin to introduce himself to her.

"Look, we all gotta be thinking about ways that we can make our sequel even better." Zadie spoke later that night as the team crowded in their little get away. Harvest sat on the floor, messing with the lenses on the camera.

"I was thinking we could shoot at the North Shore Maritime Museum." Kinsey spoke up in questioning, "I went over the summer. It's kind of a perfect location."

"You go too?" Gabe asked Harvest curiosity, leaning in with a grin.

"Nope." she said back, not even so much as offering him a glance. Truth was, she'd still been upset by the way he spoke to her over pizza the night before. Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal, but considering not once had he so much as rose his voice at her before, it really just ended up hurting her feelings.

"Oh yeah. I'll see any movie with a scene in a maritime museum." Dough spoke up from the other side of Gabe.

"You see every movie played at the theater." Logan rose his eyebrows his way.

"Only because you get me free tickets." Dough pointed out.

"You know, Logan. It's funny how you work there but I never see you when I go in." Gabe spoke up, sipping his coke from next to him, "Must work really weird hours?"

Two could play that game, Gabe thought. If Logan can ask around and form some crazy suspicion his way, he could do the same.

"Probably all the hours you randomly disappear." Logan said back with a very forced smile, "That would explain it perfectly."

Gabe was the one to force the smile now, "Does it?"

Harvest eyes widened from where she was messing with the camera.

"Abby, my phones dead. See if there's any pictures of the museum." Zadie looked toward the newest member, hoping to cut the tension in the air.

"Yo, carrot top." Logan threw a piece of popcorn at Harvest, watching it bounce off her head, "Think you've managed to figure out how to hold a camera without dropping it yet?"

Harvest held up a finger, "One time, I dropped it one time."

"Just like you wreck my truck one time, stole my essay one time, tried to feed me to a shark one time." Logan listened on with a thinking face, "All those ones add you. I would know, I happen to have a job where I get tipped for making good popcorn. I'm really surprised you haven't noticed, Gabe."

Back to this again.

"Yeah, it's crazy. I mean, i'm such a movie buff, it's crazy weird the way I just never see you there if you make all these tips." Gabe shrugged, a cheeky grin across his lips but anyone in the room could tell the pair were being anything but friendly.

"Gabe, don't mind me asking, but what's your zodiac sign?" Logan leaned forward with curios eyes.

"Abby, find anything?" Harvest spoke up quickly before the astrology talk dropped, knowing Logan was very passionate about it. She was lucky to have a sign he liked, considering they were both Sagittarius and he even happened to like November Sags, which was hers, more then December Sags, which was his own.

"The place looks great. Killer production value." Abby answered her with a nod to her head, "Scot, do you have anything in the script that could work here?"

Scot was clearly lost in his script making, considering he hadn't seemed to hear her. Dough chunked his pencil his way, when he bounced off his shoulder, Scot turned his way with curious eyes, "Hum? What? Uh, Sorry, what are we talking about?"

Gabe shrugged in annoyance, "The movie."

Scot forced a chuckle, "Right. Yeah. Um-um, yeah. No, I was thinking-"

"About your new school and the friends you'll have that aren't as cool as us?" Dough spoke up curiously.

"They're all gonna have english accents, obviously they're gonna be cooler then us." Harvest commented with a point of her pencil.

"Yeah, he's gonna be rubbing elbows with all these insane film prodigies." Gabe commented, though he had a different tone then Dough had, "Probably just forget all about us."

An awkwardness hung in the air as Gabe grinned.

"Well, until then, stuck with you lot." Scot cut the tension short with a wave of his fingers.

•

kylie speaks

sorry this took me a while
to ger up, i really wanted to
focus more on logan and his
backstory more this season
since i got into it a lot for
harvey in s1 and i love my oc's
equally ofc.