Title: Listen to the Sound

Summary: "Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who holds your hand in front of his friends. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have you... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's him.'" Kogan AU

Rating: Not really sure how far this is going to go so for right now: T because I'm big on swearing.

Authors Notes: My first Kogan! Woo! I'm excited. I'm sorry this is short. Please, tell me this doesn't suck though! Cause I have actually plans of continuing it. Anyway; this is told from James' POV, I just thought it'd be a fun way to introduce Logan. Kendall isn't in it yet but rest assured, if you like it, and I continue, there will be…Love! Holy crap! I just realized...Logan in this is 14 and Ken is 17. DOES THIS EVEN HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE? Well..Who cares. There's a reason it's called fanfic. Trololol!

Oh! And for those of you who are wondering...I'm working on updating a few of my other fics. I'm so sorry I've been keeping you waiting.

James clutched at Logan's hand and proceeded to walk towards the green doors of the brick building that stood in front of them. He had to admit, going to a new school was definitely an exciting prospect. The last school had been hard for both him and Logan, mostly though because it was hard for Logan. His brother never had a good time at school; he was usually home-tutored. Their mother and father agreed that the small price of twenty-five hundred a month was a small price if it meant Logan wasn't subjected to the cruel world of society. But soon Logan wanted to have a high-school experience like James, so their mother begrudgingly agreed to let him go. James knew now, that she was regretting her decision; and so was Logan.

When they reached the doors James pulled their hands apart and tapped Logan's shoulder. James moved his fingers into Logan's line of sigh and signed.

'You okay?' Logan pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, nervously and nodded. Logan looked so scared; he looked like he was about to book it in the other direction. James put his hand on Logan's cheek, guiding Logan's wandering gaze back to him.

'You'll be fine. Remember, we go to the same school now. If anything happens; you can call me. Anytime.'

James remembered the last time he'd said that. It was Logan's first day of freshmen year, James' sophomore. Logan had been so scared; he basically refused to leave James' side; he eventually did. James regretted ever letting his brother walk into the last school.

Everyone virtually ignored Logan, pretending he didn't exist. That was until Bethany Ross decided her and her friends should play a prank on him; Logan was pretty popular after that. See, Logan was gay; he wasn't ashamed, everyone knew, and that was okay. Bethany was dating this guy and apparently he was pretty attractive, well to Logan anyway; James had no idea what Logan saw in dudes. And this guy, as a fucking joke, asked Logan, James' fourteen year old brother, out. Logan was literally climbing up the walls at the idea of his first boy-friend. So when he showed up at the supposed date, he got stood up; sort of. The guy showed up just with half of the school; they all decided it would be real funny to show up and call his brother gay and the deaf-faggot.

Yeah Logan couldn't hear the malice James was sure was there but, he could see and read their lips. He knew Logan would forever remember their faces as they taunted him.

Logan had come home sobbing; he couldn't even go to school the next day. James couldn't believe they would do that to his brother, Logan had to be the sweetest person James has ever known.

James clenched his teeth at the memory; he noticed the look of confusion on Logan's face and pulled him into a hug. He knew Logan must have been slightly confused as to what the hug was for; little did he know that James who had been comforting Logan the whole morning about the school saying it was going to be great and that he'd have lots of friends, was having doubts about this school and its students as well.

James pulled out of the hug, and his suspicions were confirmed when he saw the look on Logan's face; James smiled. 'You'll come to me right?' Logan's confusion seemed to deepen. Logan moved his fingers quickly. 'What?'

'…If something happens.' James clarified.

The look on Logan's face said he wish he didn't have to go to James. 'Yes. I will.' He signed before letting his gaze fall from James' face to the cement below him.

James gave his little brothers shoulder a reassuring squeeze before putting a hand on his back and ushering him into the building. He tapped Logan's shoulder; Logan eyes were immediately aimed at James' hands.

'I'll meet you in the front later, okay.' James stopped signing for a moment and put his index finger to his chin. "Did I forget anything?" He asked himself aloud before signing to Logan. 'What lunch do you have?'

Logan turned around for a moment and rummaged through his green backpack before pulling out a schedule and handing it to James.

James looked at it for a few moments before handing it back to the smaller boy.

'Okay, we have lunch together today. So I will see you then.' Logan nodded and started to walk away.

James shook his head and grabbed Logan's shoulder once again.

'Bye?' He gave Logan an expectant look.

The fourteen year old laughed. James loved it when Logan laughed; it was the only time he ever got to hear his brother's voice, and it was calming, not too loud, and very Logan-ish.

The dark haired boy finally waved. He gave James a bright white toothed smile and walked off towards his class.

James silently prayed that today was going to be a good day for his brother, which were quite rare. James sighed as he heard the bell ring. "Hope you have a good day Logie."

Omg! This sucks doesn't it? I'm sorry! ;_; It's like my first…Kogan. Ever. And I just want it to be good. Srsly, I WONT continue this if you don't want me too.