A/N: Ok…Byron Pike is soooooo gay! BUT I am so sick of all the Jeff/Byron pairings, I just don't see Jeff as being gay, but I can see Logan as being gay (hello, boy-babysitter! Just kidding!) So yeah, I just put them two together.

Disclaimer: If I actually thought I could get money from this…what would I be doing here?

Prologue

When I was ten years old, my brothers and sisters got baby-sat for a lot, usually by my older sister Mallory, and/or one of her friends from the Baby-Sitters Club. One day, my mom took my younger brothers and sisters shopping for new school clothes and Mallory was busy sitting. Ordinarily my brothers (we're triplets) would have begged to be left alone, but we were grounded that week for playing a prank on one of the teachers at school, so mom insisted we have a sitter.

The Baby-Sitters Club was very busy that week, so they had to send one of their associate members Logan Bruno; he was Mary Anne Spier's boyfriend. My brothers and I thought it was pretty cool that we didn't have to have a girl baby-sitter, and couldn't wait to get Logan to play basketball with us.

When he arrived, we all bombarded him with requests, Jordan and Adam wanted to play basketball, I wanted to play baseball. That kind of thing happened to me a lot, I wanted to do something different from my brothers, but then they would just tease me and tell me to go and play with Nicky, so usually I just ended up going along with everything they said.

But Logan said we could play basketball first, and then baseball after. I was not very good at basketball; I kept missing the hoop, or leaving myself wide open for Adam or Jordan to steal the ball from me. Logan gave me some pointers, and he was really patient with me, when I just couldn't get a grasp on the concepts he was trying to teach me.

Then we finally got to play baseball. Everything was going great, until I went to bat. I wanted to impress Logan with my baseball skills, unfortunately that kind of clouded my judgement. Jordan threw the ball, and I swung the bat to hit it, but I missed and the ball ended up whacking my hand that was clasped around the bat. The pain was awful, and when I looked down at my hand, it was starting to swell, and turn an interesting shade of purple.

The next thing I knew Logan had his arm around my shoulders, and lead me into the bathroom inside where he turned on the tap in the sink and put my hand underneath the cold running water. His arm remained on my shoulders.

I tried not to cry, my brothers would never let me live it down, but it just hurt so much I couldn't stop the few tears that seemed determined to make their way down the side of my face. I sniffled, and Logan heard, he probably thought I was such a baby.

"It's OK, Byron," he said. "You know, the exact same thing happened to me when I was around your age."

"Really?" I asked looking up into his eyes.

"Yeah, except I wasn't as brave as you, I bawled my eyes out!"

That made me laugh. We both stood there laughing, with Logan's hand still on my shoulders, and suddenly my hand didn't feel sore at all. I wished Logan could baby sit us all the time. I liked Logan a lot. But back then I didn't realise why.