Wow, juggling 3 Stories at once? Just to let you guys know, I've already written up a lot of Chapters for 'Fighting Fire' currently at Chapter: 14. And still loosing hope on my other story 'Mixed Emotions.' SO sorry to the people who really enjoyed reading it, but I've had a lot of trouble re-connecting with the story, and probably have to revise my whole plan for it.

Anyways, I've decided to make a story which involves a lot of painful-to-write moments. I.E Bullying, Gay Bashing, Guilt Taking over your SOUL! and a whole lot of I-Hate-You thrown around every time Cargan meets. This is so far, the most depressing thing I've ever written and I hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or the setting; Minnesota. Anything else you recognize was created by my disturbed mind.

Prologue: Remember the Days?

Carlos Garcia put on a fake smile as he walked the halls of the school, and has been doing so for the past four years. You see, he has a problem. A giant problem that's been bugging him for the same four years, and the problem is that he abandoned Logan. Logan Mitchell, who was now forced to put up with bullying, physical abuse and a whole bunch of emotional damage just because of what happened before those dreaded four years.

He sighed as he gazed upon the brunette across the hallway, a smile never appearing on his face again. He noticed that the genius had a black eye, probably from one of the stupid Hockey players who loved to use him as a personal punching bag. All the Latino wanted to do was to apologize to Logan, apologize and confess why he was so afraid of those rumors. The rumor that ruined his chances with him, the rumor stating that Carlos and Logan were gay for each other. It was true...well one side of it was, and the other was still unknown to him. He liked Logan, but he didn't know Logan if Logan liked him back. He already knew Logan was gay, he told him that five years ago.

He mustered up enough courage over the years to talk to him again. Walking proudly towards his ex-best friend, he taps his shoulder to get his attention.

"Hi Logan!" he cheered. The brunette just looked back at him with his chocolate colored orbs, something Carlos wouldn't mind staring at all day.

"What?" he simply replied, scowling at the bubbly behavior of the Latino. What gave him the right to be so happy when I'm so miserable?

"I-I need to talk to you.." Carlos muttered. This was a whole lot harder than it was earlier on, he could see how much Logan had hated him.

"You had four years to do that Carlos, you never even apologized."

"So I'm doing it now, I'm sorry Logan. I'm so sorry for leaving you behind, I didn't want to...but I had to."

"Bullshit. Goodbye Asshole." Logan replied, slamming his locker door shut and pushing past the crowd that was taunting him. Did he forget to mention the whole school was homophobic? Probably 90%, and the ones that weren't kept to the sides and some in the closet.

"Logan..." he mumbled, before a hand tapped his shoulder.

"Hey Carlos!" James greeted, the Latino put his fake smile back on before turning around and giving James a high-five.

"Hey James, what's up?" he asked. James opened his mouth and shut it a few times while talking, Carlos was not paying attention. For some reason, Logan was on his mind more often now. And it was starting to consume him with guilt.

"Carlos?" James asked, waving his hand in front of the shorter boy. "Are you listening? Gustavo Rocque is going to come here in 10 months!"

"Isn't that like 10 months too early to be exited?" Carlos asked, frowning a little at James' enthusiasm. Instead of replying, he just shrugged and walked away with
his lucky comb. Carlos sighed and followed after him to get to class. He hated whatever lesson he had now, but put up with it since Logan talked a lot in this class.

During the lesson, he couldn't help but let his mind drift to the incident. A tear escaped his eye, and his mind sent him back to that time.

-Flashback-

The whole day was unusual for Carlos and Logan, whenever they were seen together people would scowl and others would look away. And frankly it was starting to get on Logan's nerves, so he did the most unusual thing a cute nerd would do. He got on top of the table, but Carlos pulled him back down.

"Hahaha oh look at that..Carlos is hugging his little boyfriend. What a faggot." Mike called out, sitting in front of them with a smug grin.

"W-What? I'm not gay." Carlos shot back, he swore he saw Logan frown but he shook it off. "And Logan isn't my boyfriend..he's my best friend!" he added, making the
pale boy smile. He did a little happy dance inside his head for making Logan feel a little better, and returned to the current situation.

"Really? You know if you hang around gay people enough you become one." Steve added, sitting next to Logan and shoving him. "C'mon Carlos, you can do better than a faggot. Why do you hang out with him anyway? He's nothing! Look at him, a little bitch clinging on to you."

Logan looked at me with pleading eyes, clearly pissed at all of them. "L-Logan's my friend, I'm not leaving him."

"He's just using you to get popular Carlos, c'mon. Leave him and come sit with us."

"Carlos don't. Please." Logan begged.

"But-"

"If you don't come with us now, I will make your life living hell." Mike whispered. Carlos wouldn't be able to take that, he was bullied in his other school for being spanish.
And it was the reason he moved out of his old school and into Minnesota. He was faced with a difficult choice, but he had to do what was right. He got up and nodded, leaving Logan behind on the table.

"Carlos..I thought we were friends..."

"I'm not your friend anymore..you're a fag. You don't deserve friends." he replied. It hurt him to say that, and he could see the look of rejection and hurt in Logan's eyes.

"I...hate you." he whispered, before letting the tears fall out and the kids just laughed at him.

-End Flashback-

He was knocked out of his trance by Logan screaming. He looked at the pale boy, who's body was covered in red paint. He opened his mouth in horror, wanting so
bad to help his crush. He shifted his head to look at Mike and Steve, the hockey-heads who were responsible for doing that to Logan were laughing and pointing. The rest of the class laughed with them, some shyer kids just looking down and feeling sorry for him. No one deserved that, and it's about time he made the whole school
realize this. During lunch, the Hispanic scanned the room for any sign of Logan. He noticed the pale boy sitting outside through the glass door, eating quietly to himself alone outside. He sat beside him, smiling like an idiot.

"Hey Logie!" he greeted again.

"Come over here to make fun of me? And tell me I don't deserve friends?" he asked coldly.

"Logan please..." he begged.

"Carlos just stop. If you still wanted to be my friend and were just afraid of what people thought, you would've told me. Clearly popularity and social preservation is more important to you than being friends with me. Whatever friendship you think we still have, forget about it. Because I. Hate. You." Logan shot back, getting up and leaving Carlos to cry to himself.