Hi my name is Logan Mitchell and I start this new school next week. Anybody got any pointers, on making friends because i have no social skills what so ever.

I don't think it'd help to be the awkward kid that sit quietly always reading in the middle of class. Yea I know I'm smart and all but I mean come on its California.

No one really cares about brains. Out here it's all about the beauty and the body image of every stud and seductress that wants to be famous. Me, I'm not looking to be a moronic copy bot for some money hungry record label.

Or any label to be straight forward. But anyways I start school Monday and I know when I walk through those double doors I'll be judged on everything about me.

I just look like your average american boy. I have shoulder length hair that frames my oval face shape, chocolate brown eyes and my height isn't the best. I'm only about 6" . All the people I see are like a thousand feet taller than me.

I don't think I can handle having to look up and snap my neck to look eye to eye. Ugh I hope some thing good comes out of this for me to drop schools and transfer just because my mom says we needed to move because the neighborhood was becoming corrupt.

The only thing that would happen is that a house here and there would get broken into nothing drastic. And speaking of drastic I came out to my Mom a week before we or she decided to move. She almost had a great attack.

My dad said whatever makes Me happy is what's best for me. So let the hourly count down commence to my doom of the never ending prosecution of daily instruction.

Carlos Pov

I always knew I was different. The fact being was I was gay. My dad never got over it but he always wanted me to be happy.

My mom had been through a lot of rough things and the last thing she needed was something else making her life worse. My abuelita had passed away and she was the biggest part of my mom's life and she always dreaded the exact moment. But it had to come at one point in time.

I always knew the greatest things in life always ended the quickest. I know my grandmother would want us to move on and not feed on the past. But good things come from tragedies and I'm always willing to take something good our bad. But I just have to put it to a way that wouldn't hurt me as much if it were bad news. So let's try for Monday shall we.

Logan POV

Great it's Monday morning and I woke up early. "Logan ho ahead and get ready for school sweetheart. You don't wanna be late on your first day." I climbed out of bed hearing my mom's voice chiming through the house. I walked to my bathroom and looked in the mirror.

"Ugh my hair looks horrible." I said to no one in particular. I got to straightening my hair letting it frame my face and fall down my forehead perfectly. It's a start to look good. I got to my cluster of a closet to find an appealing outfit. I told my self I would just try to look like I have a sense of style since its the my first day. I found some black jeans that gave me a nice sleek yet complementing figure on my legs and my butt. I had got a shirt I bought when we went on a trip to Puerto Rico.

It was a snug fit shirt I loved. A flag of the island and a cute quote that said"Besame Soy Boricua." I liked it but to keep from looking stupid I found my favorite hoody.

It was cut mid sleeve at the middle arm area and it was blue with black trim. I put on my shore which were my typical Hawaiian blue and black vans. Nothing special. I got my books ready and headed down stairs and made a bowl of cereal. After I ate I went to my new bus stop. Please let this day be good.

Carlos POV

I got up around six in the morning too get to the bus stop early. I didn't eat breakfast at home because it takes too long for what I want to make. I got dressed in some grey skinny jeans. I know I looked good in them or any skinnys I know my butt is kinda big but I don't care it died my figure.

I tossed on an Aeropostale shirt and some shots. Just black ones nothing to dressy. I went down stairs and grabbed a snack and eggnog out to the stop. Mind you it's California so it's kinda dark in the morning. I got there and I saw a kid I never seen at my bus stop. He had shaggy dark hair and he looked pretty cute.

He looked nice in his clothes. Not too flashy out over the top. (Maybe I should introduce myself.) I thought. He looked like he had never been here before. He trembled like a frightened child at the doctors office.

Logan POV

I saw this guy walk up to the bus stop and stood next to me but not close. I had to sneak looks at him.

I didn't want him to think I was some creep. He is so adorable! I tried not to squeak when I giggled inwardly.

I want to introduce myself but I don't wanna come off as too abrasive and upfront especially when I don't know the guy.

No POV

"Uh hi, I'm Carlos Garcia Jr. What's your name guy?" Carlos said facing the stranger at his bus stop.

"Oh hi, I-I-I'm Logan Mitchell. I'm going to Palmwoods High." He said trying not to stare at the pleasant looking Dominican male in front of him.

"Well hey Logan I'm going to the same school you're going to." Carlos said displaying a small grin on his tan lips. Logan looked up at the boy and intently gazed at the perfect, tan lips wanting, and longing for them.

The pale boy had seemed to develop a crush on a guy who seemed too out of his league. "Loge, Logie you okay there?" The elder asked the daydreaming young. He snapped out of his daydream and looked back to reality.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine, sorry for that. Logan replied blushing to a rosy tint. "Aww that's cute, you're blushing." The Caribbean boy said with a blindingly white, perfect smile splayed on his face. " No I'm not blushing!" Logan said defending himself but pouting. "Ok if that's what you think cutie."

Carlos said grinning wide and laughing. Logan blushed even more. As they playfully argued the bus came bounding sound the corner to the newly acquainted teens. As they boarded, Logan walked on behind Carlos.

As they approached the back, Logan saw two very handsome guys. But they were kissing and cuddling and snickering with laughter. Logan thought he would have best friends already on his first day at the Palmwoods.