I don't own Big Time Rush, I still have to fill out the paper work. This is dedicated to: Sum1cooler, for being awesome and supportive of me of the longest time, and my new beta: christinainwonderland. Now read the freaking story.
Everything was peaceful in 2J. Unfortunately, Logan knew that could never be a good sign. He threw his large textbook on the table with a loud sigh and flopped on the couch, already bored out of his mind. He wished something would happen, so he wouldn't have to sit alone in the boring apartment.
Kendall had taken James out for the day. They were shopping. Kendall always bought James any thing he wanted, because he was wrapped around James' perfect fingers. Kendall couldn't tell him no.
Mrs. Knight and Katie were having a girls' night, out watching a movie that Katie had actually been an extra in. No one knew where Carlos ran off to after breakfast, but he was probably up to something devious. Logan sighed again, giving up, and went in to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich.
That's when he heard a loud bang, followed by an even louder thud, and a hoarse scream of pain. Out of instinct, Logan grabbed one of the first-aid kits he kept around the apartment and started to the door. It swung open, revealing Carlos with no helmet- and clothes torn to shreds.
Being the smart one of them all, Logan didn't ask what happened. He just pulled Carlos to the couch and started to clean out the many cuts on the small boy's arms, chest, and legs. Carlos smiled watching Logan treating his cuts so intently and delicately as he cleaned them. To bridge the awkward silence as Logan worked placed gauze on Carlos's deeper wounds, Carlos started telling him what happened.
"You know how I got that crate and that rocket in the mail today?" Logan nodded quietly. "Well I found some stray cats, right? So I put 'em in the crate, and strapped the rocket on the side, so that they could be the first cats to go to the moon!" Logan shook his head and placed more bandages on Carlos's shoulders. "Yeah, but the rocked fell off and shot off somewhere. Then the crate busted open and the cat's started attacking me." Carlos frowned and winced as Logan rubbed alcohol around one of the deepest cuts. He sighed as the pain calmed, and added, "I guess they didn't want to go to the moon."
Logan chuckled and shook his head. "There's no way that would have worked Carlos. I won't bore you with the details of all the things wrong with what you just said."
Carlos' eyes darkened as his heart sank, but he smiled and relaxed as Logan finished with the last bandage. He leaned up and kissed Logan on the lips, and he could fee sparks fly, hear fireworks go off, as a fire burned on each others lips.
Logan pulled away and grinned. "You need to put on some different clothes. These are ruined. Come on, I'll help." He winked when he said the last part, pulling the smaller boy behind him to their bedroom, slamming the door behind them.
'Maybe today won't be so boring after all' he thought.