Well Howdy Lights! So here, I have the very first chapter of Shattered Silence: The Rewrite!

James: About time.

Don't you have anything better to do than annoy me all the damn time?

James: No.

Well since you're here, I might as well put you to work. Go do the disclaimer.

James: Hikari does not own Big Time Rush and she never will.

...Thanks...

Now on With the Fic!

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You know, I always thought that most people...well most normal people that is, think before they speak. Like, while God was making them or some shit, he gave them this magical ability to think first.

But I was wrong. Because unfortunately, God did not give Kendall this ability. Because if he did, that blonde idiot wouldn't have agreed to thid stupid...err...thing!

Here, let me explain.

Today, we met the so-called "amazing" Gustavo Rocque. Apparently, he wanted to take Kendall to Los Angeles because he has something called, "The Fire."

Complete and utter bullshit.

Anyways, Kendall told this fatass that we could sing.

Uhmm Earth to Kendall? I can't sing!

Does he even remember my audition!

That wasn't singing! I was beat boxing the whole time; and I'm almost positive that beat boxing has nothing to do with the vocal chords, and if it does then I use the excuse that I'm dyslexic and ADD.

But back to what I was saying.

I can't sing!

I can't even talk!

Everyone in our group knows that I can't speak. Well, obviously not everyone *coughKendallcough*. We don't know why I can't talk. The doctors thought that I had been born a mute. Although, I think they're wrong because I remember saying a sentence when I was like, five.

I believe it was: "Ow"; and yes, that is a sentence, therefore your arguement is invalid.

But I'm getting off track again. Bottom line is that I can't sing, Kendall's an idiot, and James still believes that his comb is lucky.

Turning to Carlos, I give him my best puppy dog look and ask him to make sure Kendall's not just playing around. But Carlos just shakes his head and sends me an apologetic look.

Crap. Well what the hell am I supposed to do now?

I look over to Kendall and try to surpress my laughter when I see Carlos slap Kendall upside the head while yelling: "Are you an idiot Kendall? You know damn well that my brother doesn't talk, how in the hell is he supposed to sing?"

Did I forget to mention that Carlos is my brother? Well technically, he's my half brother. But thats like, half of the same DNA right? Whatever, all you guys need to know is that Carlos is my brother and that he's still yelling at Kendall. Which is pretty hilarious, but only because Carlos is so protective of me.

I remember one time, this kid was trying to force me to talk by using me as a punching bag, and the very second that Carlos found out, he kicked that dude's ass to hell and back. And that was just in the third grade!

Now don't get me wrong, I love Carlos. I really do. He's my brother so I have no choice but to love him. But sometimes, he gets a little over-protective. Like how he's acting right now.

Normal P.o.V

"Carlos! Calm down!" James shouted, currently trying, and succeeding at holding Carlos back in order to prevent the older teen from kicking the ever loving crap out of Kendall. It may have been funny to anyone who was just watching, meaning Logan, but to Kendall, it was like facing his worst nightmare.

Speaking of Kendall, the blonde had looked over to Logan with pleading eyes, silently asking the mute to help, only to be devastated when the brunette just smiled and shook his head.

Logan please! he signed desperately.

Okay, okay. Calm your tits Ken. the brunette signed back as he walked over to his older brother.

Carlos, I think you're done molesting him now. Logan joked. The genius never missed an oppurtunity to tease Carlos about his crush on the bushy-browed blonde, and in return, he always recieved a brotherly glare.

Oh you know you love me. Now c'mon, we have to go pack, and you have to tell mom that we're moving to L.A. Logan signed. The brothers then bid their friends farewell before they btoh raced back to their house.

You better hope your mom says yes Logan. I fucking hate Minnesota. It's too damn cold.

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Heh. Well that's the chapter! Oh! I brought back one of my favorite characters! Can you guess who it is?

Until next time Little Lights!

Love! Peace! Slash!

Hikari!