I have problems. I decided to make another sad-ish fic! ...I'm sorry, here it is.

I don't own anything.

Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Carlos Garcia, and Logan Mitchell had been best friends for as long as anyone could remember. The four of them were the star hockey players of their high school, the biggest indirect trouble makers around, and the group of individuals you generally never saw apart.

Kendall was the unofficial leader. He had a smirk that practically screamed trouble, and an "I can get you to do anything" grin to match. With his cool and calm personality, he had no problem getting himself and his boys out of trouble…most of the time. Even when he did get caught in the middle of a bad plan once in a while, one look in those pure green eyes and a flash of those dimples could make any harsh adult cave in on future punishment…especially his mother, which explained a lot.

James was without a doubt the most attention-loving pretty boy around. With a mixture of his good looks and dashing personality, nearly every girl (and even a few boys) wanted to date him. He was never the brightest crayon in the box, but James' big dreams made life a lot more interesting. Despite that quite a few people found him conceited, he loved and treasured his friends dearly.

Carlos was the high-spirited fun-lover. He lived by the motto Kendall constantly told Logan—"A life without risk is a life unlived". There wasn't much Carlos wouldn't be willing to do. With his naturally bouncy personality (and maybe that metal plate in his head), he would risk any seemingly-stupid stunt and go for it. His doe-eyes and sad smile could get him out of the deepest of trouble and lectures when he did these things. Though, his friends would never let him do anything extremely harmful.

Logan was the cautious-yet-willing smartie. Though he rarely ever agreed to his friends' crazy schemes, he always went along with them and tried his best to fix their mistakes. He was always mocked by his friends, who seemed to find it humorous to call him Dad for his traits, but he knew it was all good fun, and that they needed him.

They all needed each other. Especially that summer after their sophomore year of high school.

The last day of school, it was traditional for the kids of their high school go to the local park, which was conveniently located next to the best ice cream parlor that any of the Minnesota locals had ever known. The tradition was no different for the boys. So as soon as school let out at 3:00 that sunny June afternoon, the four best friends headed over to get their victory ice cream. They were finished with another year of school…what wasn't there to celebrate?

Upon entering the tiny shop that smelled like homemade sweets, Carlos and James made sure they were the first in line for their ice cream. Logan and Kendall took their time, and stopped to talk to a few friends before getting their own cones.

"Guys, get your ice cream, and let's go to the park!" Carlos demanded the two talkative boys as he and James made their way back over to them. He held his double chocolate ice cream cone with chocolate sprinkles out for unnecessary emphasis.

"Relax," Kendall replied with a laugh, now turning to face his jumpy friend, away from the group of three girls he and Logan (but mostly he) were talking to. "They're not going to run out of ice cream if we don't run up and get our cones the second school lets out."

"Oh, they might!" James argued, a serious look in his wide eyes. It was the look he got when somebody tried to tell him he didn't need to spend twenty extra minutes in the bathroom every morning. How did they think he got so pretty? Beauty takes time!

Kendall and Logan both cocked an eyebrow, shrugged, and went to get their ice cream. Carlos and James immediately high-fived.

"MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!" they screamed in unison.

"What mission? We're getting ice cream!" Logan objected in that jumpy, 'what are you smoking' kind of voice.

"That mission," James said. At least he made sense to himself…

Logan rolled his eyes with a small grin and turned around to pick out his ice cream.

Hours later, the boys went to Kendall's house, like they did almost every night, to have their annual sleep-over, like they did almost every non-school night. Sleep-overs were totally not just for girls, and they resented people who thought so!

"How awesome is it that we are officially juniors?" Carlos was saying as he sat in his sleeping bag on Kendall's bedroom floor. "We're upperclassmen!"

"Completely awesome!" James answered almost immediately. "Things are gonna be so great next school year!"
"That's ridiculous," Logan commented from his spot on Kendall's bed. "The only thing that'll be any different is the fact that we'll be in a different grade level. And you two don't do your homework anyway…"

"We do so!" James objected. Logan gave him a wary look, so he continued, "Sometimes…if it's not too hard… and with your help, good buddy!"

Logan laughed and shook his head, "Whatever… Why are you guys talking about next school year anyway? Shouldn't you start summer party planning?"

James and Carlos' faces lit up at the mention of party, and Carlos exclaimed, "PARTY! …Let's have a party."

"Right now?" Kendall asked, now walking into the bedroom with a tray of pure junk food for the boys to eat.

"Why not?" James asked, equally excited as Carlos.

"It's 11:30," Logan answered blankly.

"So?" the party kings replied in unison, so very obviously not seeing the point in the night's time. It was summer, after all.

"So, my mom would freak," Kendall said. "Unless we go somewhere else…" He had that "I have a plan" face on, to Carlos and James' delight, and Logan rolled his eyes.

"And when your mom comes in to check on us?" the skeptical boy questioned.

"We're 16, not 6," Kendall replied with a confident shrug of his shoulders.

Right as Logan was about to respond, as if on some universal que, there was a soft knock on the door, and Mrs. Knight appeared a second later. "Boys, you still up?"

"Yes, Mrs. Knight," Logan replied with a smirk Kendall's way. Kendall rolled his eyes and turned to his mother from his seat in the green bean bag chair.

"Mom, you don't have to check up on us," he told her. Mrs. Knight had a look on her face Kendall hadn't seen in years…the last time he saw it was the day she told him his father was dead. Upon recognizing this look, Kendall immediately stood and made his way over to his mother. "Mom, what's wrong?" His complete attitude had changed.

"Sit down, sweetheart… There's something I want to tell the four of you together…" Mrs. Knight replied, pushing gently past her son and gesturing for him to sit back down.

Kendall hesitantly sat on his bed, next to Logan. Carlos and James looked up from their spots on the floor. All four boys wondered what it could be Mrs. Knight had to tell them. If Kendall was scared for his mother, like Logan, James, and Carlos had just seen him express by the look in his eyes, then there was perfect reason for all of them to have a slight fear. Mrs. Knight usually didn't come into their room at such a late hour—she had to get her eight hours of sleep for the next day.

"What is it?" Kendall asked once again.

His mother looked like she was about to burst into tears, scream, and hug all of them, all at once. She took a calming breath, and told the boys as calmly as possible, "There was an accident…"

And just like that, with those four simple words, the boys had bigger things to worry about than whether or not the next school year would be any different, and whether or not they should sneak out to party… They had real problems.

Fudge YEAH, I left you with a cliffhanger on the first chapter! :) I'm sorry. It's like midnight, and I'm weird. Soo...what do you think, and stuff? Peace.!