Well hi there. This is me little fic about the boys from BTR. I warn you now, my brain is an odd place. I had a dream about BTR the other day where they were mermen... Oh there is also no slash in this fic just friendship.

Reasons why I don't own BTR

1. If I did Logan would have a weird background story

2. They'd always be shirtless (hee hee hee)

3. I'm younger then them

I believe I have proven my point

No one really knew how this had happened. After all they were only a small school in Minnesota yet they had two different ice hockey teams, the problem was that what one team needed the other had so nether team ever played. It was all because of the ever popular James Diamond and the equally popular Kendall Knight. They hated each other, no one knew why. In this school you were ether a Diamond or a Knight. They even had different colours for the two different teams. It was all fairly ridiculous. Still no one was going to tell them that. The Diamonds were currently practising on the pitch. Most of the team were imagining winning however Logan Mitchell's technique was different. He pictured his 7 year-old self playing against his twin sister on the ice. Her dark pigtails flying round her head, it was one of the few memories he had of her before she became ill. He shook his head, no need to think about that. Practice continued for half an hour before the bell rang for lunch. Logan watched the backs of his team mates run off to change and get some of the sludge known as school food. He'd figured out a long time ago that it was easier just to skip lunch. By the time he arrived in the changing rooms it was empty except for the single shower still being used. He changed as quickly as possible to avoid the coldness from the Minnesota weather.

"Logan isn't it?" A voice seemed to come out of no where.

"Yes, why?" Logan turned towards the voice which he assumed must have come from the shower. Sure enough a tall boy stood there in nothing but a towel. James Diamond.

"I'm surprised anyone's still in here. Normally the guys just run off for food." He said moving off to change. Logan turned round and rummaged through his bag, well what was he meant to do.

"All done!" James said fairly triumphantly. Logan turned amazed at the other boys speed.

"How did you change so fast?"

"Practise, all good modals can change in a moments notice."

"You're a modal?"

"You have to be good looking to be a modal." This time it was another new voice. James Diamond's biggest enemy. Kendall Knight.

"What are you doing here?" James asked the relaxed tone in his voice gone.

"We have practice here now so the real question is what you are doing here."

"Leaving." Logan said quickly ducking out the door and making a bee line for the… well just somewhere less awkward. He felt a bit bad leaving James in there but they weren't exactly friends and the last thing he needed was to make an enemy out of Kendall Knight who probably hated him anyway.

"Logan." The hated maths teacher Miss Philips called from down the hallway. Logan closed his eyes for a second praying silently that she wanted a different Logan. Of course she didn't and soon caught up to him.

"Ah Logan I was wondering if you could do me a small favour. Do you know of our pupil-pupil tutor scheme?" Logan had to bite his tongue to stop himself saying something stupid like of course he had, they went on an on about it in almost all of his classes.

"Yes it's come up."

"Oh goody, the thing is I have one boy that I have no tutor for and was wondering if you could possibly help me out. He's a lovely boy and I'm sure you'll get on great with him. Thank you Logan, I'll go and tell him that it's all sorted." She then walked off down the corridor with a smile of satisfaction. Logan watched her wondering what had just happened.

Yeah kind of anti-climac. Ah well. Please review, or not. Word of warning I harm characters I like

Eponine: I'll say. Prostution and pregnancy... in one fic!

Ponine you do not belong here so go back to 19th century France, and I gave you a gorgeous guy so shh. Um yeah... I'm going to go eat a cookie