HI =] I love the btr community. 99.9999999% of everyone is so nice, inviting, and most importantly, talented. I'm a science major (that's why I say abstract instead of summary lol, go 15 pages lab reports lol) so writing, not so much my strong suit. But everyone's writing is so good, that I am inspire to try and better my writing. So please enjoy my attempt at writing a story =]. BTW, even though I'm born in America, my writing is the equality of a non-english speaker. sad =[ but trying to become better. So if you see error, yaa... just warning before hand lol.

I have many inspiration (look at my favorite authors) but I am most inspired by Rainnboots. Incredible stories. She has such a strong grasp of English and emotional depth that her stories are just WOW!

BUT, first I what to thank EvilGeniusBookWorm13 for helping me with this first chapter. GO READ HER STORIES! You won't be disappointed = ]

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Interesting life if I do...

BTW THIS IS A EVENTUALLY SLASH, CARGAN AND A HINT OF KAMES. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. But do try =].

Italics are thought, and "" are dialogue

ABSTRACT:

Logan dreams of becoming a doctor and wants to advance in his medical endeavors. He does not let anything illogical stop him but will his sporadic, hyper best friend, Carlos do just that? Rated K+ but might be a T rating in a future chapter. Slash Eventual Cargan with hints of Kames. Romance fluff =]

Chapter 1 - Illogical name

The sun is blazing far in the sky as the young aspiring actors, singers and directors take to the pool for comfort from the unbearable heat. Loud music is roaring in the back while beautiful girls are cat walk passing by a young boy who is feverishly writing in his notebook. The pen tightly gripped around his finger causing a soon be to formed blister on his middle finger. His face is completely parallel to the table, not noticing anything around him. His eyes are unprotected against the harmful sunlight reflecting off his crisp white reports and notebook pages. His sunglasses are placed at the far corner of the table because he thought wearing colored glasses would slow down his reading speed. Nothing can stop his focus as he flips through page after page of reports that he's been reading all morning.

Suddenly a dark shadow is casted over the seated boy's head and works. At first, he does not notice until water droplets fall onto his gridded notebook bleeding the black ink into a purple mess. He silently groans and swiftly tilts his head upwards. Right before he notices who casted the shadow, the person says

"Whatcha doing, Logan?" The seated boy blinks constantly, holding the pen held hand to his forehead creating a visor. His eyes are half way open as he stares into the hazel brown eyes of the shadow caster. With the sun slightly behind the left side of the standing boy's face, he notices a glowing bronzed tan painted over the caster's smooth, flawless face and wide smile etched on his lips.

"Hey? Whatcha doing, Logie?" He repeats himself. Logie, Logan repeats in his mind as he thinks back to the first time anyone called him that.

Flashback

"Congratulations!" A tall woman loudly tells her five year old son as she continues washing the dishes.

"Mom. It was nothing. A simple addition and subtracting test. The numbers don't even reach double digits." Logan responses thinking that his mother's volume was unnecessary and could permanently damage his ears.

"A 105 none the less is great news. I'm happy my boy is so smart in math and knows words that are longer than 5 letters."

"Really mom? Not all words are short. The fun words are the longer ones."

"Stop being such a smarty pants, Logie."

"Logan, mom."

"Logie is close to Logan. Beside it's cute. Come here Logie." She said the last line in a higher pitch tone.

"No. I rather not. Please call me by my real human name, Logan. Logie is so, what's the word? Stupid? Wrong? Something, I'll get back to you with a better suited adjective."

"Fine. Logan it is but at least it's better than Hortence" She sighs. "Honestly, this is what I get for graduating Harvard with a PhD in Neurodevelopmental psychology and reproduced with a nanotechnological chemist from Princeton."

"What does reproduction have to do with my name?" Logan questions as he walks away.

Flashback

"Logie? Are you okay?" Logan snaps back to reality blinking feverishly again as he tries to remember what the last thing Carlos said to him.

"Oh, oh yeah. I'm fine, Carlos." Logan says stumbling through his answer not knowing if the answer is the best response.

"Are you sure? It's a beautiful, hot day. Perfect for a dip in the pool. Come on Logan. We can play tag." He is right. It is a beautiful day. Logan thought. "Besides you are kind of, maybe dressed for swimming. I think?" Logan was clad in a black and white asymmetrical striped swimming trunk with a red t-shirt and a silver vest. I must have dressed in the dark and mixed my tops and bottom. Logan blushes remembering that he rushed through changing in the morning to get down to the pool to get a table before they are all taken.

"Sorry, Carlos." Logan says, with a predominant frown hiding his blush. He tilts his body to the right using Carlos head to block the sun completely. "I have a lot of work to do."

Taking a deep breath, Carlos responds, "Fine, Go do your fun work. But if you decide to join, I'm here Logie." Carlos smiles and turns to start running to the pool.

"Ummmm, Carlos?" Logan calls but Carlos was already too far to hear. He shouldn't be running that fast or running in general. And instantly on cue, Carlos slips and slides right into the pool creating a wide splash shouting "Aaaaah, Logie." Logan chuckles as he remembers his time in kindergarten the day after he talked to his mom about the nickname.

Flashback

The bell rings signaling the end of the day for all the small five year olds' to go home. Logan walks to the closet and unhooks his jacket. He sighs softly as unhooking his jacket reveals a picture of a pouting puppy on the wall.

"What's the matter Wogan?" Logan turns his head to the left noticing Carlos putting on his jacket.

"It's Logan, Carlos." He corrects for the hundredth time the day.

"That's what I said, Wogan."

"Ahm… nevermind. Bye Carlos." Logan starts walking around the boy but is stopped when Carlos grabs his wrist. Logan looks into his friend's concerning bright eyes.

"Something is up. What is it, Wogan?"

Not wanting to correct him again, "I'm depressed at my mom."

"Depress. As in, press her in a hug?" Carlos tilts his head to the right and scrunches his eyebrows together.

"No, as in sad. She called me something I don't like."

Carlos' eyes widen, "Did she say those, you know, bad words?" He whispers the last two words, worried that the teacher might hear him.

Logan sighs, "No, she called me Logie."

Carlos returns his head straight up and stares at Logan questioningly with a raised eyebrow. "Huh?"

"I don't like Logie!" Logan loudly says as he is on the verge of tearing "Logie what you call a dog. I'm a boy, a smart boy named Logan. Not a dumb animal. That is not who I am." He says the last sentence with a sharp staccato at every word. A tear escapes Logan's eye as he blinks rapidly. Suddenly, a pair of arms wraps around Logan. Logan snuffles and tries to fully open his eyes as he feels warmth transfer to his body.

"It's ok Logan. I think you smart. Smart that Ms. Cowwins." You are smart and smarter than Ms. Collin Logan thought as he smiles into Carlos' warm embrace. He chuckles a bit. "See you're waughing. Wogan, you are reawy smart" Carlos releases Logan and steps back to look him in the eye. Logan smiles and rubs his eyes. "But you are not a dog. They are mean and big. You cute and short wike a cute puppy." Again Carlos, verbs. And I'm taller than you by an inch. "Hey I'm going to call you Wogie from now on because I think you cute wike a puppy." Logan tries to say something but Carlos' father spots him. He quickly smiles at Logan before turning back to his father. "Bye Logie. See you waiter alwigator." Logan stands there stunned. He smiles noting that Carlos actually said his nickname right.

Flashback

Logan lets out a soft sigh and shakes his head as the name, Logie vibrates in his mind. Hmm, that name is so illogical yet only Carlos can call me that. He smiles one last time before he returns to his work. Only twenty more journals to read.

TY For reading. Please Review=]. I'm not going to beg as I find this as a way to practice writing but I would love to see what people think of my writing and what to improve.

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