Okay, I've been DYING to write a James and Logan friendship story for FOREVER! So, here we go!


Chapter one: Dinner Goes Bad

Logan and James walked out of Rocque Records and sighed. Gustavo had just called them because he needed their vocals for the new song, and the recording took forever.

"It's not my fault I'm sick!" Logan said as they walked out, his voice sounding odd as his nose was completely stuffed and his throat was sore. "If it's anybody's it's your guys'!"

James turned and looked at Logan. "Our fault? How's it our fault?"

"Oh, let's see. When we went to the library, you guys decided to go out for pizza instead of doing your homework, and then you forgot to come back and pick me up from the library so I had to walk home in the middle of a thunder storm!"

James thought about it for a second. "You should have called us."

"You know I don't take my phone with me to the library!"

James sighed. "Okay, I guess it was our fault. How about I take your out for dinner to make it up to you?"

"You just don't wanna go home and face the wrath of Kendall and Carlos." Logan said with a small smirk.

"What makes you say that?" James said, climbing into the passenger seat of the Big Time Rush mobile.

"James, I know you tripped over Carlos' helmet, leaving a large scratch in it, and then fell onto Kendall's lucky hokey stick, succeeding in causing a large chunk of the handle to break off." Logan said, buckling himself into the driver's seat.

"What? I didn't- It wasn't- I, uh… How'd you know?" James said, glaring Logan.

"The two objects reek of Cuda, which I'm guessing you were either spraying your hair, or you had it in your hand and started spraying it as a reaction to tripping."

James huffed. "You want to go out for dinner or not?"

Logan sniffled. "M'kay." He turned the car on and pulled out of Rocque Records.


Two and a half later James and Logan walked out of the restaurant laughing.

"Ugh, I blame you James for my stomachache."

"Hey, you would've killed me with the parmesan and a fork if I tried to take that spaghetti from you."

"So true." Logan smiled and shivered slightly. His cold wasn't helping him stay warm in the chill LA night. "We better get home, before I freeze to death."

James gave him a sad look. "I really am sorry about forgetting you at the library…during a thunderstorm…and making you walk home in it."

Logan stopped and looked at James. "Thanks James. You're the first to apologize."

James, who had also stopped, gave Logan a confused look. "That's not true; we all apologized when you came home soaking wet."

Logan shook his head and started coughing. He took a deep breath and muttered, "I need to take more meds when we get back," before looking back at James. "No, the conversation I remembering happening was "Hey Logan, where have you been? We got pizza." And, "Why are you soaking wet? You better go change before Mrs. Knight finds you."

James nodded, remembering that too. "Wait, so none of us apologized?"

Logan sighed and started walking again. "That's what I just said Jamez."

James glared for a second, before following Logan.

They turned a corner, heading to where the parked. "Why did we park so far away?" Logan asked, slightly shivering. Boy how he wished he had stayed in bed that day.

"Because, everywhere was crowded before." James said.

Logan scooted closer to James. "Empty streets give me the heebie-jeebies."

James chuckled and wrapped his arm around the smaller boy. "Who says heebie-jeebies anymore?"

Logan chuckled, ending in a coughing fit.

Logan leaned closer into James as a semi drove by the two boys, honking its horn as it passed. The horn honk shock the silent air around them, and Logan felt a chill go down his back.

The semi was loud enough to block the sound of two men come up behind them. But Logan squealed as one grabbed him by the waist, pulling him out of James' grip. "James!" He just had the time to yell that when a cloth was put over his mouth.

Logan knew better than to breathe in, having watched several murder shows, but the shock made him gasp. He had enough time to see someone else handling James, who seemed to be trying to put up a fight, but the rag was already over his mouth, and James was quickly becoming more sluggish.

This isn't good. Logan thought.

Then everything went black.


Ooooooh. That was fun to write. I know it's short, but I can promise you that it's going to get longer, more suspenseful, and definitely more angsty. So stick around to see what happens to James and Logan!

Next chapter: We're in a Hole