Welcome to my Big Time Rush 100 theme challenge! Most of this is going to be based around Logan, probably with quite a bit of Angst, Drama and Hurt/Comfort as those are what I work best in. Mostly going to be friendship and bromance also, although I love Kogan, If anyone wants Kogan present, let me know :) All these one shots are going to be based in the same story line, so no matter what, this chapter is how all the boys met, and each chapter will happen at while the previous chapters still happened, they just will not be in a mostly continuous fashion, some may be though. Enough with my babbling, hopefully after this chapter I won't have to babble much! Just a quick question, shall I go in order with the theme challenge, like 1, 2, 3, 4, or just do the ones as the ideas come to me? Now, enjoy the story!
Snow fell lightly over the streets of Minnesota, coating everything it touched with a blanket of white. The scene was peaceful, like the front of a Christmas card, happy smiling children chasing their friends across the frozen park. However, for one raven-haired boy, it was not such a happy day.
His trainer-covered feet pounded against the slippery sidewalk, the grip in the worn sole not being as great as it once was. Stepping on a frozen puddle as he made his way to the park ahead, the boy went flying. His body almost did a full front flip as he came crashing to the ground, dazed and disorientated.
Passers-by stared at the small boy, who couldn't have been older than 6, but none stopped to help him.
Logan Mitchell slowly pulled himself off the floor, brushing the snow off that had settled on his chest and shoulders, and began a more careful jog, not wanting a repeat performance. Warm tears slid down his cold face. But once again, no one stopped to help him.
Once Logan had reached the park, he found a vacated bench, sitting down quietly on it and bringing his knees up to his chest, burying his face into the bony joints. He allowed himself to sob more freely, feeling as though he was the only boy in the world with problems at his tender age of 6 and a half. The half was very important to him, mind you. He had been running for at least a half hour, although it had seemed like days since he'd screamed at the social worker and ran from the foster home. It was a regular thing for the boy, and they long since stopped following him.
Not far from where the sobbing boy rested his sore feet, 3 boys were having the time of their lives. Kendall, the tallest of the three with blonde hair and stunning, expressive green eyes pushed off the snow bank, soaring across the ice on thin blades. A small Latino boy quickly followed him, albeit not as gracefully as the previous as he grinned hyperactively.
"Carlos! Be careful will you?" Mrs. Garcia yelled from the sidelines, bundled up in a thick coat and earmuffs with the other two mothers, Mrs. Diamond and Mrs. Knight.
"You too, James!" The Diamond mother advised a brown haired boy, who was absentmindedly running his small fingers through his hair, desperately trying to keep it from going windswept as he charged through the ice with his two best friends.
Mrs. Knight rolled her eyes gently, grinning at the other two. She had complete trust in her young son's ability on the ice, so wasn't bothered the slightest bit at the speed the blonde was going. Hearing a little whimper and hiccup, Mrs. Knight desperately looked around, hoping it wasn't one of the three boys that were hurt or upset. Instead, she saw a small, raven haired boy sobbing into his knees. He looked thin, not so much to be dangerously underweight, but enough that she wanted to shove food into his stomach right here and now.
Noticing his mother's distraction, an irritated Kendall skidded to a stop, a small spray of ice being shaved from the motion. Pouting at his mother's lack of focus on him, Kendall followed her gaze, his eyes settling on the boy who probably would only reach his shoulder. Thin arms were wrapped around his legs as he cried. The blonde did not like that one bit, someone being upset was just too much for the overprotective six year old. So, doing what he thought he had to, he hurriedly grabbed James and Carlos, making his way over to Logan.
Mrs. Knight smiled when she noticed what the boys were going to do, pride bubbling in her and the other mother's chests as they watched the innocent boys.
However, before the three could make it to where the boy sat, Logan began to move. He shifted slightly, letting his feet drop to the floor before heaving himself off the frozen wood. Frayed trousers rose a little bit as he did, the thin material obviously too small as they showed his bare ankles, no socks covering his feet from the harsh winter. The old trainers had small holes in them, letting the bitter air attack the pale skin. As soon as the rubber soles hit the concrete below, he broke into another run; already long away before the boys could do anything about it, after all, still in thick hockey skates, they couldn't run after him.
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Kindergarten was always fun for Carlos Garcia, Kendall Knight and James Diamond. They were so many fun things to do; they just didn't know where to begin! The sand pit? Or the action figures? Or even go to the story corner and wait for Miss Johnson to read them a story! Recess was always so much fun after the stress of learning to count to 10 and spell their name!
Carlos sat happily in the golden sand in the red plastic pit, to the little boy, he felt like the whole beach was poured into his classroom! Staring around with big dark eyes, the Latino wanted to find someone to play with. Kendall and James had gone to play with the G I Joe action figures, leaving him alone in the yellow particles. Then, he focused on something, sitting in the far corner of the room was the same boy from the day previous, his nose deep into the book of the Very Hungry Caterpillar. Grinning, he stood, shaking his body madly, giggling as sand sprayed from the creases in his clothes and got stuck in the carpet, Miss Johnson wouldn't be happy about that!
With a hop skip and jump, Carlos was over by the small boy, not even brothering to introduce himself as he grabbed the raven's thin wrist and began to drag him away to the pit, announcing loudly that he was his new friend and they could play Ninja together! Feeling proud of him, Carlos was shocked when the boy in his grip began to cry and struggle, shouting out for help as fat tears rolled down his pale cheeks.
Kendall and James rushed over, pulling Carlos off the boy and soothing him with calm words and kind eyes until the panic faded from the brown eyes, replaced with deep caution.
The tallest and oldest of the boys, although only by a few months, Kendall smiled, reaching out his right hand.
"I'm Kendall Knight! I'm sorry Carlos scared you, he's a little hyperactive." He explained his voice still quite high due to his young age.
James quickly nodded in agreement, eyes lighting up as Logan took Kendall's hand timidly in his own. "Yeah," he exclaimed, rocking on his feet and running a few fingers through his hair to straighten it. "And I'm James Diamond! The Latino," James pointed to a worried looking Carlos. "Is Carlos Garcia, Want to be our friend? We can all hang in the sandpit together!"
Slowly but surely, Logan nodded his head. "I'm Logan Mitchell," He began, the said in a much quieter voice. "I've never had a friend before."
The three boys looked at each other shocked, before breaking out into giant smiles.
"Well, today is your lucky day!" They all exclaimed at once, before pulling Logan once again towards the sandpit. This time, with no panic in sight. Logan smiled lightly, his colourful book dropping to the floor as he was dragged. Just like that, the beginning of a very special friendship began.