When We Were Young
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Big Time Rush.
"It's the best feeling in the world when you meet new friends that you can't stand to be without."
~Unknown
Chapter One
Origins
"Mommy, please don't leave!" Five year old Kendall Knight cried as he held onto his mother's arm.
Mrs. Knight sighed. It was Kendall's first day of kindergarten and he was scared to go in alone. Yesterday, while playing with some older kids in the neighborhood, they had scared Kendall into thinking he would have no friends.
Mrs. Knight got down to Kendall's level. She looked into her son's blue tearing eyes.
"Kendall, sweetie, everything is going to be fun. You're going to meet some new children in there. But you will never find that out if you don't go in there."
Kendall sniffled and wiped stray tears for his eyes. "You promise?" He said with a sniffle.
"I promise Kendall." Mrs. Knight said with a smile.
"Does Katie promise?"
Mrs. Knight glanced at the sleeping baby in the stroller. Kendall's younger sister, Katie, was born just a little over a year ago.
"Katie promises too." Mrs. Knight said with a laugh. "We will be here right after school to pick you up."
Kendall hugged his mother and kissed her on the cheek. Mrs. Knight kissed him back. Kendall turned and walked into his classroom. Mrs. Knight smiled and walked away.
Kendall stood at the edge of chaos. Kids were running around and playing. Kendall was focused on a group of kids playing with blocks in the corner when something ran into him, knocking him over. Kendall landed on the floor hard while the contents of his Power Rangers backpack scattered across the floor.
The other boy, along with Kendall, began to cry. Kendall clutched his elbow while the other boy held his knee. The teacher, Mrs. Amber, came running over.
"Kendall, Carlos, are you alright?" Mrs. Amber asked.
Kendall continued to cry as the other boy, Carlos, nodded his head. Mrs. Amber helped Carlos up and the Latino ran off, nearing knocking over another boy who was painting.
"Carlos! Watch where you're going!" Mrs. Amber yelled as she helped Kendall off the ground. She looked Kendall in the eye as his crying quieted down.
"Are you ok Kendall?" Mrs. Amber asked.
Kendall sniffled and Mrs. Amber picked up his backpack.
"I'm going to go hang with up with the other children's backpacks. Why don't you go paint or play with blocks?"
Kendall smiled and ran off towards the paint. He picked up a brush and began to brush squiggly lines. His brush splattered paint all over to the boy with long brown hair next to him, who was wearing a dark green t-shirt and jeans with light up sneakers. The long haired boy, annoyed that his picture was getting ruined took his paintbrush and smeared a long line over Kendall's squiggles.
"Hey!" Kendall pouted.
"You mess up my painting!" The long haired boy said.
Kendall looked at the boy's paint. There were a few circles and square in different colors. Kendall could see a few blue drops that had come from his paintbrush.
"Sorry." Kendall mumbled.
"Me James." The long haired boy, James, said.
"Kendall."
Then Kendall and James were covered in red paint. They ended up on the floor, the paint seeping through their clothes. They looked up to see the Latino Boy, Carlos, who had knocked Kendall over earlier.
"My hair!" James exclaimed.
Mrs. Amber came running over and shook her head at the mess.
"I though I told you to watch were you were running Carlos."
Carlos looked at all the paint and smiled. Kendall and James stood up and introduce themselves to Carlos. Kendall, James, and Carlos then ran off to the blocks, laughing the entire time, not even realizing it was the beginning of their friendship.
So I'm taking a little break from all the Angst and Tragedy. This story will have some Angst, but not much. And I know I said this wouldn't be a series of One-Shots, but it will be. And Logan will be introduced in a few chapters.
Also: If there is particular one-shot you want to see, pm the plot outline or leave it in a review. Make sure to include the boys' ages in the one-shot. I'm starting in kindgeraten and working my way up. For example in your idea if there twelve, then you won't see it for a while. But if there younger, than you while see your plot idea earlier. And I will give you credit for the one-shot.
So this collection will be a mix between my stories and yours.
Reviews and Plots?
-TheRescuer2