To Readers of HESS:

Hello! This ran over my head and I needed to let it out. It is easier to write this than my other stories do to the fact that I don't have to do extensive research. Don't worry I'm not giving up on them and will hopefully post soon. I'm working on it but its taking a lot more time than expected because my school work and life has decided to throw things on me for no reason.

To New Reader:

HI! I hope you enjoy the utter malarkey your about to read! I have become obsessed with Big Time Rush and have had this in my mind for a while now.

Just so you guys know this is fictional Jeff Skinner's life like how Bones does a fictional Billy Gibbons' life. I tried to base some of his actual history and family on this but obviously changed it and gave him an extra sister, also made all of his other siblings older and screwed around with their age. He is one of my favorite players, other than my cousin Keith Yandle (GO CYOTES!) and I have a slight crush on the kid (he's an 18 year old pro hockey player with an accent, sue me for having a preference to this).

ANYWAY!

I NO own BTR, totally wish I did but no… sigh.

Chapter One:

The Storms Coming In

If there was one thing that used to make me extremely angry it was Logan Mitchell…

I remember all those times that I would come very close to letting Carlos use the striker with the Bunsen burner on high just to get out of the chemistry lab and make Logan shut his mouth about what he thought was wrong with my procedures. It took all my will power and 10 dollars each from Kendall and James in apology to keep me from killing the kid everyday at school.

He was just lucky I loved him and his smile so much.

Yes I said it I love Logan "Super Douche-y Friend" Mitchell. I would love to see you try and get me to admit that to him though. You would closer find me watching The Hills, or better yet The Hills with the Stanley Cup game playing on ESPEN, in overtime! Because if there was one thing that I would never ever do it was admit to Logan "I'm So Much Smarter Than You" Mitchell that I like him.

"Sandra Elizabeth Skinner, get your butt down here this instant!"

"Coming!" I grabbed my school bag after looking myself over in the mirror. I have to say moving to Hermantown, Minnesota all those years back was the best decision my parents made in a long time. Hermantown is a small city with a population of 7,448 people. It was a suburb of Duluth and many times you would find the kids of the town running into the city for the weekend, my brother, my friends and myself were not an expectation to this rule. I had moved from Canada with my 4 older sisters and 2 older brothers about 5 years ago when my brother focused on his hockey goals (no pun intended). My parents decided it was a good idea to home school Jeff and move since our older siblings went off to college and I was just starting junior high school which was in the same building as the high school that I would be attending later on. He soon joined a junior professional league and was then drafted by the Carolina Hurricanes becoming the youngest member on the team as of late.

During the time my brother became a superhero to kids everywhere, I was making friends with hockey heads myself. We had moved in across the street from the Knight family and Mrs. Knight had come over to greet us into the town with some fresh cookies. My parents, being the gracious hosts they are and knowing their way around a social predicament (they were lawyers after all) let her in. She had brought along her son Kendall and informed us she also had a daughter who was currently over a friend's house.

"I hope you don't mind us coming over, we had seen the moving trucks and no one has lived here since the previous owner George moved out a few years back." Mrs. Knight said handing my mother the saran wrapped covered cookies.

"Not at all dear, it's a pleasure to see we have such welcoming neighbors. Isn't that right Sandra?"

"Yeah right, can I have a cookie?" I was eyeing the cookies from my spot on the couch (in my brother's sweatpants and a maple leaves shirt no less, needless to say I wasn't presentable to me mother's standards).

"Not until you clean up."

"But mom, I'm comfortable and tired! We have been driving all day and then Jeff made me practice with him on the pond out back and I haven't eaten since lunch and—"

"Alright alright you can have one cookie."

"Yes!" I hopped over the back of the couch making my brown messy hair fly all over the place and slid into the kitchen to grab a cookie.

"Hey Kendall right? Want to watch the Leaves game with me? They're playing Vancouver…" I said the end of the sentence in a sing song voice, the boy looking pleadingly at his mother who gave him the okay as we both darted to my couch.

Before I could settle in I was being shifted around by the load that I liked to call my older brother Jeff. The dumb tub of lard sat on me and grabbed at my cookie but before he could do anything I stuck my finger in his ear and simultaneously grabbed my cookie and pushed him to the floor. I was deceptively strong for a 12 year old girl. He laughed from the floor as I split the cookie with him.

The three of us sat by the television watching the hockey game and talking during commercials and in between periods, mostly about the game itself.

"Dude I would love to play against the Sedin twins, I mean it would be epic!" Jeff said from his seat below me.

"Dude shut up!" I said pushing his head forward away from my legs. We continued the conversation like that until the end of the game when Kendall had to leave. Before he left he ran back inside and looked me in the eyes.

"Do you want to hang with me and my friends sometime? We normally don't invite girls to hang with us but I'd think you'd fit in."

"Yeah I'd like that." I gave him a peck on the cheek for good measure and we both flushed before he ran to the door.

That is where my love affair with those boys started. I will admit that I originally fell in love with Kendall and by the time we were in 10th grade we started dating and continued to date throughout the year. This ended when we both realized that there was someone else that caught my eye a little stronger than my childhood love, and that was stupid, annoying, haughty, pompous, snooty, patronizing, condescending Logan Mitchell. We broke off the relationship but Kendall became a new important role in my life, he became my brother. When Jeff left I really didn't know what to do with myself so having Kendall there was awesome. Jeff was always gone, having practices and meetings with scouts across the country. My parents leaving for a week to help him out and being able to let the boys come over was great.

The ability to do this ended when the boys went to Hollywood and left me, not that I had any bitter feeling towards them, I knew they had their own futures and would leave eventually. Of course I always thought that Kendall would be joining my brother, Logan would be at Harvard Medical School, Carlos would be at the police academy and James… well James was always going to end up in Hollywood.

Which brings us back to…

"Sandra! You have 30 minutes to get to school! Hurry up."

"Yes mother!" I checked myself in the mirror one last time, something I thank James for and thought of how much I've changed. I no longer had my messy brown hair that fell in tendrils, I had dark red hair that was cut at my jaw line, short hair was not that hard to manage for me and was recent in my hair venture, six months old I believe.

I was always meant to be a red head; it's just something that was supposed to happen. I felt good with my appearance, something that hadn't been true when I started high school, and I was starting to fit into myself better.

I grabbed my keys on my way out to door and went through the drive through for a quick breakfast wrap and tea (large with milk and one sugar) then parked in the school parking lot. I grabbed my back pack and jumped out the front cab of my ford pickup.

"'Drea, can I toss my stuff in your flat bed? My mom took the car." A voice said from behind ne, to busy informing my mom on my arrival at school I didn't face to voice but I knew who it was.

"Sure Jake, just make sure you cover up the bed afterwards, storms suppose to be coming in and I don't want that stuff to get wet."

"No problem pookie." Jake said

"Don't call me pookie you donk." I said finally looking up at him. He pushed back the hair from my face and gave me a kiss on the lips. I pulled away laughing, he did as well and we took off for class.

Now Jake is someone I need to explain.

Jake was a giant to me, towering at an intimidating 6'1" and was as lean as anything. He had gorgeous dirty blonde hair and grey blue eyes; his skin was a light olive tone that made him look like a reincarnation of Apollo. He followed up this claim with the most accurate shot the Hermantown High School. I met him through the boys and we also found out that we shared drama classes. When the other boys left Jake clung to me as a friend and I did the same to him, he was somewhat mad at the guys at first for leaving the team without a first line. You see he was the starting left wing and was the only one of the 'original line' left, the rest of the line being the four boys: Kendall was center and James finished the forwards with him at right wing and Logan and Carlos were my defense (my defense since I was a goalie, yes I play for the boys team do you have a problem with it?).

I guess Jake could be classified as a boyfriend since everyone else has labeled us this and we do couple things. The only problem here is that Jake is not into girls and I'm not into him, we do however find comfort in eachother and love eachother like brother and sister.

Jake is in the closet and refuses to come out.

I myself am in a closet too, mine is the "Logan Mitchell Lover" closet, that I will never leave.

This is why we connected. It stopped girls form asking him out and boys asking me out and kept my parents at ease (they knew that he was gay and my dad liked the idea of me not having a boyfriend). We both were actors and we knew how to pretend to love eachother and had no problem kissing if it was needed. The only problem was that when we were alone at my house he let me know what he thought of my closet, and let him know how much of a hypocrite he was (and teased him about is draw to James).

"Guess who's coming into town this weekend?" Jake asked as we started walking towards homeroom, his arm had found its way over my shoulder hiding me within his frame.

"My brother?"

"Really, he's coming into town?"

"Yeah they're playing the Wild this Saturday, he's going to come early and stay at the house. I believe my parents are having a big dinner if you want to join us."

"Sounds like fun… but what I wanted to tell you was another group of hockey players are coming into town."

"What do you mean?"

Jake handed me the flyer he had in his hands.

"I was able to get them for the drama department fundraiser when I called their record label and…" I stopped listening to him and looked at the green and black paper in my hand.

BIG TIME FUNDRAISER

Big Time Rush wants YOU to come and support

Hermantown's Drama Department

The picture showed the four boys that had been my family for years were coming back and more importantly.

So was Logan.

Shit.