Logan Mitchell's Story
Disclaimer: I do not own BTR. I only own my own Characters.
Logan's Pov
At ten years old my parents sent me to a group home. My parents say they are doing this because they love me so much. I don't think love means sending one of your sons to a group home.
I hate it here. I hate that I have to share a room with all the kids who live here. Just because I would try to burn my house down doesn't mean anything. I might have attempted to kill my twin brother by chasing him with a knife, but it was only my cry for attention. Boy, did I go about it in the wrong way. The worst part about living in the group home is that, the day my family left me at the group home was the last they'd ever want to see me.
Over the eight years I've been here, all my roommates had become my family. One thing I loved about living in a group home is they let out for public school, and any kind of physical activity. Playing ice hockey made me meet my three best friends, Kendall Knight, Carlos Garcia, and James Diamond.
"I'm going to Kendall's house," I said to the owner of the home, Mr. Martian.
"Of course you can. Logan just remember your curfew is nine. Tomorrow, you have therapy secession." He said giving me a stern look.
I rolled my eyes; I hated therapy. They always made me remember my younger years and all the bad things I would do. Living in group home has changed me a lot.
I walked over to Kendall's house, the door was opened and I walked right in.
My boyfriend Carlos greeted me with a big smile. "Hey, babe." He said giving me a big kiss. I have him a soft kiss on the lips.
"Hey, cutie." I said as we parted.
"What took forever?" He asked, giving me a quizzical look as we walked over to Kendall and James. "Oh you know my dad was talking to me, he told me I had to be home by nine." I said saying a half truth.
"Nine?" James said. "You can't, that's when the fun begins." He added.
"Like what, me watching you stair at yourself in the mirror?" I said laughing at my own joke.
James just glared and Carlos and Kendall just laughed.
We watched movies, ordered pizza, and listen to James talk about how he will one day become a famous singer. After that we watched some more movies.
Carlos and I snuggled up on the couch. I began yawning and my eyelids became heavy, before I knew it I fell asleep. We all did actually.
Everyone awoke to the annoying ring that was coming from my pants pocket.
"LOGAN FUCKING MITCHELL WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" Mr. Martian yelled.
"I fell asleep at Kendall's, I'm sorry dad." I said.
"LOGAN I'M NOT YOUR FATHER GET YOUR ASS HOME NOW, OR THERE WILL BE SERIOUS CONCQUENCES." He yelled some more.
"Ok, I'll leave now." I said, getting off the couch.
"I'll be waiting for you." He said and hung up.
I looked at the clock it was one in the morning.
Carlos looked at me sleepily. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"Home my dad wants me to leave."
"I'll take you." He said getting his car keys out of his pants pocket.
Everyone is just shocked Carlos was able to pass his road test.
"No I'll walk." I said.
"I won't let you." He said giving me a puppy dog look. He looked so cute I couldn't say no.
"Fine," I said.
"We will all go," Kendall said.
We all got into Carlos' car. Should I tell them where I live or make up a random address I thought to myself.
"Logan, where do you live?" Kendall asked.
I told them my real address I was too tired to lie about where I live and have to walk home.
"Why do you live in a group home?" Kendall asked.
"I don't want to talk about it." I said.
Kendall nodded.
The drive was quite after that. Once they got to my house Mr. Martian was outside waiting. I was scared, I was in huge trouble.
"Bye, guys see you Monday." I said getting out of the car.
"Bye." They all said, in unison. And Carlos drove away.
"LOGAN MITCHELL YOUR IN HUGE TROUBLE." Mr. Martian said as we walked into the house