Hey everyone! Hope you all had a good Thanksgiving! :D I decided to start a collection of bromance one-shots; one for each of the BTR bromances. The order was chosen at random. I grabbed six pieces of paper, wrote the name of each bromance on one of them, and took one out at a time. The order will be Jagan, Kogan, Jarlos, Kames, Cargan, and Kenlos. At first, I hated the fact that I got Jagan first, because it's my least favorite bromance, but I had a lot of fun writing this. ^^ Hopin' you guys like it!

He could not sleep. Could not think straight. Nothing made sense anymore as he laid there on his bed, listening to the silent snores of his band mate and best friend. While the soothing noise often brought him comfort and reassurance, it simply did not seem to be working tonight. Nothing could comfort him tonight. No one could make him feel better. He felt lost and alone. He felt broken inside.

A soft sigh slid from somewhere down his throat, his hazel eyes turning to the moon shining outside through the open curtains in his room. He couldn't seem to get comfortable in his bed no matter how much he tossed and turned. It was driving him insane.

Letting out a huff of frustration, James slipped out from underneath his fleece blanket and put on his sneakers. He ran a hand through his disheveled locks and grabbed his black jacket that sat on the foot of his bed. He made sure to not disrupt Carlos' sleep as he made his way over to the bedroom door. He slipped out of the room without making a sound. A small smile came to his face as the warmth of the apartment surrounded him.

Silently, he made his way over to the fridge and took out the carton of milk, then grabbing a glass from the cabinets near the sink, and filling it up with the white liquid. Humming a quiet tune to himself, the brunette placed the glass into the microwave and left it there for thirty seconds, so that it was to his liking. Once the milk was warm enough, James made his way over to the orange cough in the living room, but was stopped in his tracks as he noticed a small bundle curled up on the furniture.

"Logan?" James placed the glass of warm milk on the coffee table in front of the couch and kneeled down beside the spiky-haired brunette. He stared at the smaller boy for a couple of seconds before reaching forward and brushing back Logan's sweaty, small bangs. Heat radiated from Logan's forehead and onto James' palm.

Logan leaned into James' touch and let out a little whimper. His eyes slowly cracked open as he stared at James with a confused look. "J-James?" he mumbled. His big, brown eyes bore into the taller brunette's. "What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't sleep," James responded simply. He frowned and continued to stroke Logan's hair. "You're really warm, Logie. Are you feeling okay?"

Logan squirmed under James' gaze. "I should be asking you the same thing. Why are you up so late? Something bothering you?"

"I… Umm…" James bit down on his bottom lip, tears rapidly gathering in his eyes. "I accidentally broke my lucky comb today… I was kinda playing around with it and it snapped. My cousin gave me that comb." The brunette was forced to hold back a sob, but the tears could not be held back much longer. "It was the only thing I had left of her. She… she passed away when I was ten. I n-never told you guys about it."

Logan wordlessly sat up on the couch and wrapped his arms around James' larger body, enveloping him in a warm and friendly embrace. "It's okay, James. Shh, please don't cry." The smaller boy laid his head against James' quivering shoulder and closed his eyes. "We can get you a new one, Jay."

"B-but…"

"I know it won't be the same. I know that one had a special meaning to you, and it can't be replaced. But you still have the memories of her. It doesn't matter if you don't have that lucky comb with you, because she's always with you."

"I kn-know. It's just hard. I had it for over six years, and now it's just gone."

Logan sighed. He brought a hand to rest against James' back and rubbed it in hopes of comforting him. "Okay. Can you give me the lucky comb? Maybe I can fix it with some super glue or something." James nodded at Logan's request and left the room in shaking legs in order to retrieve the plastic item.

"Here you go, Loges." James walked back into the living room and handed Logan the broken comb along with the bottle of super glue he had found in his room. Logan took the two items without a word and started to work on putting the two broken pieces back together. James watched curiously as the shorter brunette worked on his comb, all the while biting his nails in anticipation.

"Done!" Logan smiled proudly and held up the comb. James reached to get it, but Logan stopped him before he could even touch it with his fingertips. "No, don't touch it. It still needs to dry for a while, but I'm sure it'll be as good as new by the morning." Smiling slightly, Logan placed the comb on the coffee table and sunk back against the couch's cushions.

"Thanks, Logan," James said sincerely. He turned to Logan, noticing the tired look on his best friend's face. "Logie, how you doing, buddy?"

"Hmm?" Logan looked back at James with tired eyes. "I'll be fine. I'm just tired." James just shook his head.

"Scoot over," the younger boy instructed, right before taking a seat beside Logan's smaller body. He wrapped an arm around Logan's shoulders and held him close, letting his head rest against the older boy's.

"Aren't you… goin' to go back to bed?" Logan slurred sleepily, his eyes already halfway closed in exhaustion. "It's gettin' pretty late."

"It doesn't matter. You're sick, so I'm staying with you until you get better." James took a hold of Logan's legs, which were hanging limply from the front of the couch, and hoisted them up gently so that they were resting on top of the cushions. He pulled Logan's head to the side until Logan's face was pressed against his chest. Both of his arms went around Logan and his own head fell back against the colorful pillows. Within moments Logan's breathing evened out and his eyes completely closed shut.

James' own eyes started to flutter shut as he stared at his lucky comb on the coffee table. A smile forced his lips upward as he finally slipped into the darkness of Slumberland.

I thought that was cute. :) Was it cute? I'm hoping it was. Next up is Kogan! Woo hoo! I love me some Kogie bromance! Gimme your thoughts and I will give you some slices of virtual pumpkin pie. ^^ Yummy!

~ BigTimeRush-BTR :)