Love and Music by sasukelover154

This is something new that I just started, I got the idea one day very randomly and finally got around to making something out of it. I hope that I can make this something worth reading, and that I can do these characters justice but nothing is promised. I hope that you enjoy this and that you will continue to read and review my work!

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Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush, Logan, or James but I wish I could.

Warnings: nothing so far, it is pretty low key at this point.

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"Let's start a band." James said to Logan as they walked out of the classroom. They had nearly every class together, all but the last one of the day.

"What are you talking about, James?" Logan said as he turned to face his locker, his best friend leaning up against the one next to him. The hallways were as crowded as they always were, teens pushing and shoving to make way to their classes, others simply stopping to talk to their friends.

"You and me, let's start a band." A dazzling smile lit up James' face as he saw the confused look on his friends.

James and Logan had been best friends for most of their lives. They were seniors in High School now, but they had met all those years ago back in Kindergarten. They had been inseparable since that first day when they happened to sit next to each other on the "Magic Reading Carpet", where the teacher would read them stories while they sat in a circle on an obnoxiously bright circular carpet.

James had always been the total ladies' man of the pair. His shaggy light brown hair was always in casual disarray that stayed perfectly sculpted on accident. His big hazel eyes were constantly shimmering and could dazzle anybody who looked into them. Sometimes they were light brown, with small flecks of gold scattered throughout, other times they were more green, with brown streaks to keep it interesting. He had a sparkling white smile with the smallest dimples that made practically every girl in the school go weak in the knees. James' tan skin never seemed to fade, not even when it was winter and below freezing, he would still naturally glow like a sun down the hallway, he did not even need to go to the tanner to keep it up. He worked out regularly, but never enough to make him look disgustingly muscly. He was quite tall, just over six feet, but his frame worked on him; he did not look like a giant or a gangly weakling. His fashion sense was great; anything he wore fit him perfectly. Whether he was wearing a perfectly tailored suit for prom, or a simple graphic shirt and jeans, the look was flawless. James had this way of looking at people that made them feel as if they were special to him, always looking into their eyes and nodding appropriately. Overall, James was a great person, and the best friend he could have ever hoped to attain.

"I just don't know, James." Logan breathed out a sigh as he put the combination into his locker and opened it. "This seems really weird to just bring up out of the blue like this." Logan tossed his backpack off one of his shoulders and began emptying the books onto the shelf by class order.

"Come on, Logan." James whined, pushing at Logan's shoulder playfully with a slight pout on his lips. "We can both sing well, you can play piano better than anybody else I know, and I am pretty decent at guitar." He tilted his head so that it rested against the locker. The way his eyebrows drew up and together over his sparkling eyes seemed to be begging Logan to give in.

Logan twisted his head slightly to glare at James. "You're only an amazing guitarist." Logan countered as he grabbed the books he would need for his next classes and shut the locker door.

"We could totally do this, you know we could." James raised an eyebrow, as if daring Logan to object to what he said.

"James we don't even ever play together." Logan retorted as he swung his backpack so it was on both of his shoulders. He turned away from his best friend and started down the hallway towards their next class.

"That's not true. We just don't try and write songs together. You do your thing, and I do my thing. We play for each other, just not together." James quickly caught up with him abnd continued with his case.

"And what are we going to do James?" Logan snapped as they entered the classroom. "Are we going to sit in my basement, playing cover songs on YouTube and hoping to get discovered? You have to be practical." Logan hated it when James did not think everything through.

Logan had always been the more logical between the two; he thought more about his grades and future rather than frivolous luxuries. James had always been one to accomplish what he wanted now, whether than to worry about what may come about it in the future. For example James might take a week to chase after some girl that he thought was pretty instead of studying for a big test, and then coming to Logan in a pathetic attempt to salvage a grade. Despite their contradictions, they balanced well with each other, Logan keeping James grounded, and James making sure Logan did not always have a stick shoved up his ass.

"It will just be for fun." James begged as they took a table in the back of the class. James liked to sit in the back, where the teacher would not call on him as much; normally Logan would not take that place but he liked sitting with his friend. "I promise, no stress, just two best friends making music for the fun of it, if nothing happens from it then so what, no big deal."

"You just want to start a band for the fun of it? No tricks about wanting girls or anything like that?" Logan raised an eyebrow at James before he bent over and retrieved his supplies for the class.

"Well if that just so happens to occur, then I won't object." James smile at him for a brief moment. "But I promise, no funny business, I just want to make music with my best friend."

The teacher walked in just then, a short balding man who always wore the same hideous green sweater. He clapped his hands together at the front of the class, trying to call the rowdy teens to attention.

Logan kept quiet for a moment, biting his lip in thought as their teacher prepared a movie for them to watch. "I'm in." He said in a whisper as the lights dimmed over their heads.

"I knew I could count on you." James said, his smile shining even in the darkness around them.

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James sat in class next to his best friend. The TV screen's dim light barely illuminated any of the room. Logan sat next to him, notebook in front of him, black pen in his right hand, pencil sitting out in front. He was taking meticulous notes on the educational video playing before them.

Letting his mind wander away from the boring film, James began to think about his best friend. Logan had never had great luck with girls, but that did not mean he was not an attractive person.

Logan kept his dark hair cropped short, just slightly longer on the top so that he could style it up in a short faux hawk. He had big brown eyes but they were different from most others. His brown eyes were deep, they were not flat and lifeless like the puddles of mud most people had, but his were lively and intelligent. His smile was great, beautifully white and slightly crooked with dimples the size of the Grand Canyon. Even though he tended to wear nerdy clothes, the look worked for him. He could pull off a sweater vest and long sleeve in the winter or a cardigan over a V-neck in the spring or a simple t-shirt in the summer. He was on the shorter side for a male, a few inches shorter than James was, the top of his head only reaching the tip of James' nose. He was slighter than the average teen male, but that did not mean that he did not have any muscle on him, James knew from experience not to underestimate the smaller male. He knew that given the opportunity Logan could hold his own. Aside from being able to take care of himself, Logan was also surprisingly athletic, he liked to do kind of crazy gymnastic moves and challenge James to see who could do something better.

James always thought that what kept Logan from getting a real girlfriend was his obsessive need to be the best in school. Logan was constantly worrying about his schoolwork, homework, extracurricular needs, everything except anything resembling a social life.

This was a big reason as to why he wanted to start making music with Logan. He wanted to show him that there was more to life than just schoolwork, that he could be good at other things as well. Logan had taken piano lessons for years when he was younger, and had only gotten better since then; he was a great singer, but he barely ever used the hidden talent. He wanted his best friend to realize that they could put both of their talents together, something they had never done before, and make something great.

James had given up on paying pretend attention to the film by this point; he rested his chin in the palm of his hand and stared out the window next to their table. He usually did not feel like trying to pay attention, but today he was feeling especially antsy.

Finally, the bell rang above their heads and James let out a loud sigh of relief. Logan rolled his eyes at his friend and began packing up his belongings. While the lights were still off, James kept a careful watch on Logan, when he bent down to put his notebook in his backpack, James' hand crept forward, snatched his pencil off the table, and slipped it into his pocket. Logan finished packing away his things, not noticing the visible smirk on James' lips.

"Are you going to come over tonight?" Logan asked as he swung his backpack over his shoulders when he was standing.

"Don't I every Friday?" James responded with another smirk on his lips as he too readied himself to leave for the last class of the day.

"I wasn't sure if you had a date or something." Logan answered as they walked out of the classroom.

"Not tonight, you're stuck with me." Actually, the truth was that he had gotten an offer from a girl he had been keeping an eye on, but he had turned her down. He had wanted to make sure that he could start on his plan as soon as he was able to, which meant that he needed to start tonight or else Logan might chicken out.

The continued down the hall for another minute, splitting when they came to the end. "I'll meet you after school." Logan called over his shoulder as he continued on his way.

"Try not to stress out too much about me stealing your favorite pencil." James called back. As soon as Logan turned back around to face him, his face visibly pissed, James took off at a run to his next class, his laughter carrying back to his best friend.

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"I can't believe you would do that to me." Logan scolded James as he met up with him at the corner after class. "You know that I hate doing math without my favorite pencil. It stays sharp and has the best eraser." He punched James' on the shoulder, light enough not to hurt him, but hard enough to know he was serious. "That was a real asshole thing to do to your best friend."

"I'm sorry, Logan. You know that I can't help but mess with you when I get the chance. You left yourself wide open." James gave him the pathetic look, the look that made every girl change her plans when he wanted to spend time with her.

Logan snatched his pencil out of his friend's hand and tucked it behind his ear. "Just don't do it again." He said with a glare before he smiled, letting James know that he was not actually pissed. It was hard for the two of them to stay mad at each other, they both knew what would make the other happy and exactly how to handle the other.

"No promises." James responded with another dazzling smile. "Want to go to your house?"

"Yeah, sure, sounds good." Logan said as he rolled his eyes at the carefree attitude.

They made their way through the crowded hallways, guys stopping to give James high fives, girls pausing to flash him a smile or a quick hair flip. James was not one to be rude, no matter whom it was he would give them as much attention as he could; he liked treating everybody the same. He was such a nice person, always truly genuine when he showed interest in the topic at hand. He was had a tendency to be persistent, he never gave up when it came to getting something that he wants. These were just some of the many things that Logan admired about James.

The parking lot was crowded with many students trying to get out to their cars. Logan did not actually have a car, so instead every day he rode with James to school. James' car was just like any other teenage boys. The outside was a dirty navy blue, dried mud and a few scratches nearly creating an intentional pattern across its surface. Inside one could tell where the upholstery wore away from years of use, but it created a comfortable atmosphere. The floor remained strewn with random items: water bottles, food wrappers, guitar picks, and a few articles of clothing, along with other things. Surprisingly for the mess on the floor, it never smelled as a teenage boy's car should. James may not be the best at keeping the car clean, but he always made sure to keep up on repairs, so that it was always in tiptop shape.

They tossed their bags in the back and sat themselves down in the front. As soon as they sat themselves down, James twisted the keys in the ignition and the radio blared on with some generic pop song. James reached above his head into the sun visor and pulled out a CD, he popped it into the player and a smile spread across his face.

"Much better than that mainstream shit." James chuckled to himself as he twisted around, trying to check for pedestrians and cars in the surrounding area. When he was positive the way was clear, he put the car in reverse and carefully backed out.

They rolled down the windows on their way to Logan's house. It was a beautiful day; the sun was shining brightly, so much so that Logan needed to squint so that he could look at the scenery he had long since memorized in his years of residence. There were many trees surrounding the streets, many of them in full green bloom, welcoming the nice weather. James sat next to him in the drivers' seat, aviators on top of his nose, hair blowing about in the breeze, singing along to the song playing; any girl would kill to be in Logan's position.

Logan could not help but let out a small laugh, more to himself than anything. As much as I love school and everything, sometimes I just really need this. Time with my best friend. I love when we can just be together like this, no worries about girls interrupting us, no thoughts about what I have to get done for tomorrow. Just enjoying each other's company. This is why James is my best friend, because he reminds me what is important in life, and tonight that is just us having some good old fashioned best friend male bonding time. Logan thought this to himself as James raised an eyebrow at him out of the corner of his eye.

"What are you over there laughing about?" James asked as he turned onto Logan's street.

"Nothing." Logan said with a smile in his best friend's direction. "I'm just looking forward to spending quality time with you is all."

"Me too, bro." James replied with a smile, he put a hand on Logan's shoulder casually as he pulled into his driveway.

"Everyone should be home within a couple hours. Want to go in the basement?" Logan asked as James parked the car.

"Yeah sounds good. I just need to get my baby out of the trunk." James answered, pulling the keys out of the ignition and opening his door.

"Of course you do." Logan rolled his eyes as he too exited the car. Of course, James was not referring to an actual baby but to his precious guitar that he seemed to carry with him everywhere. Logan swore that James would take the thing into class with him if it were not against the rules. Logan grabbed his backpack out of the back seat and fished his house keys out of his pocket.

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Logan unlocked the front door for both of them, as no one was home yet to let them in, and took off his shoes once the door shut behind James. After doing the same, James followed Logan to the basement. The stairs leading to the basement were right across from the stairs leading to the second floor, all inside of the front hall of the house. The stairs were made of dark wood, but the basement floor was a plush carpet.

James had always liked being over at Logan's house, not that he did not like his family or his own house, there was just something more homey about Logan's home that James liked so much.

The house was not overly big, but it was large and spacious enough; perfect for the little family. With just his parents and his little sister, Presley, there was not much need for unnecessary space. The first floor was comprised of a living room, kitchen, dining room, small bathroom, and his parents' room. The second floor was where Presley and Logan's rooms resided, the bathroom that the two of them shared along with a small room for storage. Downstairs, the basement split into two large rooms. One room was for Presley to play in, all of her dolls, toys, and the likewise that twelve year old girls played with were all in the confines of the pink plush room. The other room was for Logan. There was a nice electric keyboard, which Logan had saved up to buy on his own, so that he could experiment with different sounds than the standard piano in the corner. Also in this room was a small gaming system he had received the last Christmas, and an old couch he had picked up for dirt cheap at the local thrift shop. The couch itself was an impressive steal; it doubled as a futon so that when James slept over they could sleep in the basement. There were a couple small chairs scattered, one by the keyboard, and another by the piano, strictly so that he could be comfortable while he was playing for long hours.

The room was his Man Cave; he could escape down there whenever he did not feel like being with his family, when he just needed to get away and be with his friends or play some music. There had been many times when Logan and James stayed up all night in the basement. James and Logan would get very competitive when they would play video games, even though they remained well matched. They would get so intense that hours could pass by without their noticing. They would talk about girls they liked; James would help by giving Logan advice on who he would be most compatible. The two of them had talked about the deepest of things at the early hours of the morning, at the time before everything became hilarious. There were not many times when the two would talk about their friendship, how much they meant to each other, but at that of the night, the usual taboo was lifted and they were able to really express themselves.

Both boys dropped their bags on the couch and sat down, James with his guitar leaning up against the arm.

"So what are we going to do?" Logan asked while he drummed his fingers against his arm of the couch.

"Let's make some music." A smile widened James lips for a moment, he knew in his heart that this was going to be the start of something great.

To Be Continued

Author's Note:

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