I wanted to write something completely serious. Here we go. I'm sorry I keep putting lyrics into my stories, but i find songs that amazingly fit. really. 'One Step at a Time - Four Year Strong.' Listen to it, and love it. Lyrics in italics. This is gonna be a multi chapter story.
I don't own Big Time Rush or anything you recognize in this.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Big Time Rush was expected to become famous, entertaining people and girls around the world with their catchy music. But now, in one night, everything in the course of Kendall Knight and Carlos Garcia's lives were about to change...forever.
Sometimes it's hard to say the right thing
The right way on the hardest day of your life
Breathe in, breathe out, it'll be okay
Breathe in, breathe out, I know it's hard to say
And every year November gets closer
And every year it gets a little bit colder
Breathe in, breathe out, it'll be okay
Be strong, hold on, make it through the day
"I can't believe I finally got it!" Logan smiled brightly as he walked out from the DMV with his three best friends trailing close behind. He held a small laminated card in his hands, staring at the dashing picture of himself. It was November 10th, Logan Mitchell's seventeenth birthday. Latley, he had been teasing the guys about how he was now the oldest of their quartet. Ms. Knight suddenly appered infront of the fair skinned boy, a grin painted to her face. Logan jerked back, suprised. He had barley seen her approaching in the night's dim light.
"Close your eyes and hold out your hands sweetie!" Ms. Knight cheerfully ordered as Logan obeyed immediately. Holding out his hands, the teen felt something cold and metal lay against the skin of his palm. Slowly pulling his eyelids open, he gasped at what he saw. Car keys! And when the boys lead Logan over to the mystery vehicle, his mouth dropped. In the parking space was a brand new Ford Fusion, gleaming a beautiful pale green color. Ms. Knight clapped her hands together. "Gustavo wanted me to tell you Happy Birthday," she grinned as Logan stared at his amazing new vehicle. He couldn't believe that their egotistical producer had bought him something so nice! Carlos jumped from nowhere an excited look on his face.
"We have to take it out tonight! Can we Ms. Knight?!" The dark skinned boy pleaded as the mother tapped her chin. As she smiled, the teens cheered as they all piled into the car, Logan in the drivers seat. Carlos strapped his helmet to his head.
"But I want you home no later than tweleve, got it?" Ms. Knight shouted into the passanger window, James gave the thumbs up as Logan pulled away. Kendall and Carlos sat in the backseat, leaned up and talking excitedly to their friends about how amazing this new car was, and what they should do for the night. Logan had currently stopped at a red light and was waiting patiently. The chatter and excitement was putting a grin on his face. He seriosuly had the best friends a guy could ask for. As the streetlight turned green, the teenager slowly hit the gas. Pulling from the lane, bright lights illuminated the right side of the car, causing the boys to squint. And then, it happened. All Carlos could remember was Logan screaming, as James reached for his seatbelt. And then, it was blank.
Breathe in, breathe out, it'll be okay
Kendall's green eyes opened slowly. The left side of his face had a rough sensation radiating through it, and he observed that his cheek was squished against black pavement. A sudden shock of pain shot through his body as he shakily stood. His vision was blurry, and he could faintly hear the wails of fire truck sirens in the distance. Then, he spotted Carlos, laying on the ground face up. Kendall quickly stumbled over to him and kneeled, shaking his shoulders. Carlos' brown eyes lingeringly opened, staring up at Kendall. "Carlos! Carlos, are you alright?!" The blonde asked hastily, helping the latino to sit up.
"Yeah, I'm fine. W-what happened?" Carlos hazily wondered as he stripped his head of his helmet, rubbing his sweaty hair. Kendall had no idea what had happened, as he had also just woken up from his daze. His eyes scanned over the area, and then saw Logan's new car. But it didn't look so new. The metal was twisted, and the vehicle was on it's side. Kendall stood, his heart beginning to race. His eyes darted about, looking for any sign of Logan and James. Nothing. Suddenly ignoring the pain shooting through his legs, Kendall ran towards the green car. The fire trucks sirens had grown dangerously close.
"LOGAN? JAMES?" He screamed, before he reached the vehicle. Finally coming up to it, Kendall peered into the smashed in passenger seat window. His pupils imedietly dialated, his heart jumping to his throat. James was still seated in the chair, his blank eyes staring forward. Blood had begun to trickle from his lip as he sat... lifeless. The red liquid was dripping from the sandy haired boy's neck, a cut going straight through it. Carlos had made his way up to Kendall, and the blonde whipped himself around. "GET BACK!" He screamed, tears beginning to fill his eyes as he attempted to pry the crumpled door open. Carlos' eyes grew wide as he realized what Kendall must have seen. Tears began to trail down his dirty cheeks as he watched his best friend frantically test his strength against the demolished vehicle. No use. Suddenly, two firemen ran up to the distraught boy, tearing him away from the car. Kendall screamed at them as police officers held him back.
"Please son, get back, we'll get them out!" A dark skinned man reassured Kendall as he and his partner held what looked like giant hedge clippers in their hands. "Them?"Kendall thought as he and Carlos stared, full water works streaming from their eyes as they helplessly watched. The jaws of life pryed the door from the busted vehicle, tearing it right of with ease. "ALRIGHT BOYS, LET'S FLIP IT!" The man shouted as three other firemen ran over, pushing the car back onto all four wheels. Stretchers were immedietly rushed over to the car as the men pulled the two limp bodies from inside. Carlos could barley breath. "It'll be okay, theyre gonna be okay..." Carlos whispered to himself as they placed the teenaged bodies on the rolling beds. Kendall overheard this and began to sob, because he had already found James' fate.
"I've got a pulse!" A woman screamed out from inside one of the ambulances, causing the two boys to dart to the rescue vehicle. There he was, Logan, laying on the stretcher, an oxygen mask placed over his mouth and nose. sure enough, the machine beside of him read out a pulse, an incessive beeping noise coming from it. Kendall and Carlos' eyes were wide with fear as they looked over their friend's body. His arm was obviously broken because the snow white bone poked from the underside of Logan's elbow. His entire clothing was covered with blood. The most noticable injury was how bruised his face and neck were. His skin was beginning to fade into a deep purple, as Carlos choked back a tear. Then, his eyes opened.
"Guys?" Logan weakly breathed out, his mouth shaking in the process. Kendall instinctivly grasped the injured boy's hand, straining to hold a smile on his face.
"Logan, its me, Kendall. Carlos is here too, youre gonna be okay dude, we promise." Kendall sniffled out as Carlos bit back a sob. Logan's mouth turned into a smirk.
"N-nothings wrong with me..." He smiled, coughing a little bit in the process. His two friends shakily chuckled. Then, he had to ask that question. "W-where's James?" Logan stammered out, making Kendall's grip on his hand tighten. The blonde's eyes drifted over to Carlos' who told him everything. The latino shoved his face into his palms, fully crying now as the ambulance began to pull away. Kendall turned back to Logan.
"He's just in the car, he's fine." Kendall lied, making Logan snort.
"Proabably combing his hair..." Logan laughed out weakly, causing blood to seep from his mouth. Kendall closed his eyes, letting the sounds of the sirens fill his ears.
Breathe in, breathe out, it'll be okay
Be strong, hold on, make it through the day
Kendall and Carlos stood with stiff posture, trying with all their might not to break down and sob. The fact that their suits were stale and uncomfortable was drowned out by their sorrow. Glancing over at his mother, Kendall saw the tears fall from her eyes as she held Katie tightly in a hug. Beside them, was the Mitchells and Diamonds. Their crying sounded like nails on a chalk board to the two teens as a piano began to play in the background. Walking up the long aisle of the chuch, Carlos and Kendall came up to their best friends. Carlos gripped Kendall's arm with a tight hold, letting a whine escape his lips. Logan and James looked so peaceful in their suits, their eyes closed. The silk surrounding the teens was beautiful, and looked like a comforable place for them to rest. Their caskets were gleaming, covered with roses. At that very moment, it all came back to Kendall.
A semi truck had shone its headlights brightly onto the side of the little car. Logan screamed as James fumbled with his seat belt. Kendall had backed up into Carlos on the oposite side of the car, their yelling being covered up by the loud honking of the truck driver's horn. Then, it smashed into them. James' seat belt cut across his throat, instantly slitting it, spurting blood out infront of his body. By that time, the airbag had deployed, shooting out at Logan, snapping his neck back. Kendall and Carlos held on for dear life as they were thrown from the car, hitting the pavement with knock out force.
Kendall's knees hit the churches floor as he broke down. Carlos fell beside him, holding him tightly as they sobbed together. Nothing would ever be the same...theyre gone.
One step at a time
One foot in front of the other
I'm gonna get through this one way or another
Cause I know it's warmer where you are
Cause no matter how far the view
I still always look up to you
The sun takes a second to sink in
That your life will never gonna be the same again
Breathe in, breathe out, it'll be okay
Breathe in, they say the pain will fade away