A/N: I know writing another story and have two completely unfinished. I'm sorry I'm gonna try to update the others soon enough. I hope you guys like this one. It's different than my others. This isn't gonna be a very long story I'm gonna try to make it no more than 7 or 8 chapters. Please let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own BTR. Pretty obvious but still.

CHANGES chapter 1

I, Logan Mitchell, am a "troubled teen", well according to those around me I am. I believe I am a completely normal, well rounded orphan, who watched his parent be murdered. You know normal. After I got into some minor trouble in New York my aunt sent me here, the middle of Minnesota. She said I needed to get away from my "negative environment".

Since I'm getting this clean slate to start over I've decided to take advantage of it. I've decided to get back on track. Getting away from all those memories, that I saw every day is what is best for me. Before I was top of my class, ad scholarships constantly coming in, and I even had a lot of friends. I doing great. After I just couldn't stand anything. My grades started to drop because I couldn't focus. In turn my scholarships stopped coming in. My friends didn't know how to help so they just stopped trying (some friends, right?). I was skipping classes but wasn't doing crazy stuff like drugs and drinking. I mean I had an occasional joint but that was pretty much it. My luck that aunt caught the one time I was high. That was the last straw and she sent me here.

I'm defiantly going to change and start heading towards my dream of being doctor. Like my dad, really want to make my parent proud of me. I have a lot to work through like my temper and my trust in people, but I know I can do this.

I pull up to, what seemed like an all American home. Blue roof, white front, and red door. It was different then all the other houses. Every single house in this neighborhood had red roofs and were exactly the same. Honestly I found it eerie. I suppose coming from New York I was used the different people, places, sights, and smells. The splash of color o the house was nice.

I hopped off my motorcycle. My dad had gotten it for me when I got my early acceptance to Princeton. I didn't even have a permit and he got me a motorcycle. I took off my helmet and walked to the house I was gonna be living at for a while. It belonged to my mother's best friend. I could wait to see her and the Knights. I hadn't seen them since they moved here when I was 5. I rang the bell and waited, surprised when a 13 year old girl answered. I stepped back to make sure I had the right house. I saw the gold 111 over the door verifying the right place.

"Um…. I'm looking for the Knights but I think I got the wrong place." I said backing away to leave.

"Wait. Is the roof blue?" she said pointing up. I double check and then nodded. "Are you Logan Mitchell?" I nodded again. "Then you have the right place. Katie Knight. Nice to meet you." She said sticking her hand out. I took it and shook it. No way she 13. "Come in" I walked into the very traditional home.

"Just wonderin. Is your mom home?"

"No. She and dad went to the store for a moment."

"Is anyone here with you?"

"Of course. My brothers." Before I could ask anything she started yelling. "CARLOS! JAMES! KENDALL!" I backed away from her. Then I heard a pair of footsteps running down the stairs. I looked up to see a Latino boy who looked about my height. He wore a dress shirt, slacks, and dress shoes. It's a bit weird for a teenagers. I look at Katie and she had a plain dress on, not something a teenage girl wore.

"Katie! Are you ok? What's going on?! Are you hurt?" he asked frantically looking her up and down.

"I'm fine Carlos. We have a guest." She pointed to me. He looked at me a smiled brightly.

"Hey. I'm Carlos Garcia. Nice to meet you." He stuck out his and I shook it. "Logan Mitchell. Nice to meet ya."

I heard another set of footsteps come towards us. Slower than Carlos but still rushed. I looked up and saw a tall, hazel eyed boy. He was also in a dress shirt, slacks, and dress shoes. "Katie. You ok?" he asked slightly worried. She nodded. "Told you" he said nudging Carlos.

"Whatever. We have a guest." Carlos murmured. The hazel eyed boy turned his attention to me. He stuck out his hand and looked me up and down. I guess my black jeans, burgundy V-neck, black leather jacket, and black boots wasn't up to their apparent dress code.

"Hi. I'm James Garcia- Knight. Nice to meet you." He said as I shook his hand. "Logan Mitchell. Nice to meet ya."

Then I heard a pair of slow footsteps coming down the stairs. That's when I saw him the boy who changed everything. He had on a blue shirt, black slacks, and black dress shoes. He had the brightest emerald eyes I have ever seen and dirty blond hair combed to the side. The he smiled and I swear all the air inside me disappeared. He shook his head and with a voice like velvet he said.

"I told you it wasn't a yell worth rushing to. You would think his brother could tell by now?" He laughed and Carlos glared at him. "Hi I'm Kendall Knight. Nice to meet you, Logan." He stuck out his hand. I took it and it was amazing. A spark that went to my core and flew out into a fireworks show. When I looked into his eyes I saw it. He felt it to, but as soon as it came it left. Great he's either straight or not ready. I don't have the time to deal with all that. I should just let it go now.

"Um…I'm really grateful ya mom's letting me stay here." All of the boys' eye widened. "You did know that I was staying here. They shook their heads. Damn. "How did you know?" I looked at Katie.

"I know everything. No one can hide anything from me."

Out of nowhere Carlos grabbed me and whispered in my ear. "I think she bugs the place." He looked around suspiciously and the other two boys shook their heads.

"Well I don't want to intrude so I'll just-."

"Logan. If mom is letting you stay we won't say anything otherwise." The others nodded in agreement.

I smiled. "Thank you"

"Let's go get sandwiches. Are you hungry?" Carlos asked.

"Yea. It was a long drive and all I ate was some crappy breakfast at the motel."

"You drove here all alone?" James asked as we made or sandwiches.

"Yea. On my motorcycle."

"You have a motorcycle so cool." Carlos gleamed. He was sitting next to me. Katie and James sat in front of us on the kitchen island. Kendall was to the right of me sitting on the side of the island.

"So why are you staying with us?" James asked me. He looked at me critically and then I was the center of attention.

"Well… my parents…." I looked down at my parents. "Were… murdered a year ago. I haven't been taking it well and have started acting out. When my aunt found me high one day she said I had to leave to get away from the negative environment." When I looked up everyone had shocked expressions and James looked a little guilty for bringing it up. "I'm not like a drug addict or anything. I rarely got high. She just caught me at a bad time."

"Logan I'm so sorry." Carlos patted my shoulder. "Thanks Carlos."

"I'm ok now, I think. Can I ask you guys something?" I need this awkwardness.

"Yes." Kendall said looking at me so sad. God I hated that look I got it so much.

"Why are all your names different? And you all look so different?"

"Oh. That's easy." Carlos beamed. "Kendall's mom married my papi, then they adopted James. Since they couldn't agree on the name we kept ours and James got both names." I nodded it made sense.

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We were all seating in the living listening to music, since they didn't have a TV. Seriously who didn't have a TV! We heard the front door open and got up.

"KENDALL! KATIE! CARLOS! JAMES! HELP YOUR FATHER WITH THE BAGS!" They all started running out the door.

"Mom I thought you were only buying milk?" Katie asked the red headed woman with bread and eggs in hand.

"I was but I got there and realized everything we needed." She set down the things in her hand in the kitchen, turned around and realized I was there. "You are?"

"Logan Mitchell." Stuck out my hand expecting her to shake it like her children. She surprised me with a huge hug that could kill.

"Oh sweetheart. How you've grown. I've missed you so much." She pulled back the expression on her face almost brought me to tears. It was filled with so much love. She reminded me of mom. "I'm so sorry" I knew exactly what she met.

"It's ok. You're not the one who did it" She nods. Kendall pushes the door open with bags in each hand.

"A little help mom."

"Sorry sweetie. Honey, Logan's here." She yelled out the door she held open to let her kids in. A tall Hispanic man was super buff walked in. He put the bags on the island.

"HI, Logan. I'm Officer Jose Garcia. He shook my hand firmly and then looked me up and down much like James did. I guess I'll have to change my style to stay here.

"Logan, were going to start dinner soon. You go get changed and settle in." Mrs. Garcia-Knight told me.

"Ok. Where are my clothes? And where am I staying?"

"Well…. We don't have guest room so you'll be staying with Kendall but your mattress won't be in for a few more days so you'll have to stay on the couch for now. I thought you brought your clothes." She looked at me confused.

"No they don't fit on my bike, so Aunt Myra was going to send the here. I'm going to call her."

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I walked into the kitchen. Mrs. Garcia was cooking and it smelling amazing.

"I spoke to my aunt and it turns out that she forgot to send the stuff before I left and sent it after. I bet everything up here. It should get her in a couple of days to get here." She turned and wiped her hands on her apron.

"You look about Carlos' size, you can barrow something from him for dinner and Kendall can lend you some pajamas. We have extra bathroom things in the closet at the end of the hall"

"Thank you. For everything. I needed it."

"You're a bright boy Logan no one blames you for acting out." She held my hands in hers.

"I want to move on. Be a better person. You know… for them." She looked at me with so much pride in her eyes that it actually hurt a bit. "So thank you, Mrs. Garcia." I left the kitchen to get ready for dinner.

Dinner was nice. Everyone was around the table. We had ham, mash potatoes, steamed green beans, and ice tea. I haven't had a dinner like this in a long time. Everyone was laughing and joking around. Mrs. Garcia wasn't kidding I was Carlos' size, his pants were a bit short and shirts a bit big but they fit pretty well. I had a grey shirt with a red tie and black slacks and shoes. I can't believe they dress up for dinner or maybe this is them all the time.

"So, Logan how do you do in school? The boys all have 3.0s." Mr. Garcia said. He sounded like he was bragging.

"Oh I have a 3.8, but I've been slackin. I will back up there in no time." I said nonchalantly. Everyone stared at me.

"So you're like some kind of genius?" Katie said.

"That's what my IQ says." I gleamed jokingly. Everyone laughed.

"I bet with those grades you don't have friends or a girlfriend." James laughed. They don't know.

"Well… actually I had a lot of friends. I was the most popular kid and the captain of my hockey team."

"Really? I love hockey." Kendall said. The smile on his face was breathtaking. No. Stop, Logan.

"Yea, but I lost it all after my parents…. Even my boyfriend broke up with me." Here it comes. Let's see who they really are. I looked up and say shocked expression from everyone but MR. and Mrs. Garcia. Mrs. Garcia look normal but Mr. Garcia looked angry. I'm gonna get kicked out.

"I finally have someone to talk about boys with!" Katie said after a few minutes.

A/N: Longest chapter yet. None of my stories have been this long. Please tell me what you think. If you guys don't like it I won't write any more. I only put this up because I've had the first few chapters written for the last couple of months. Review what you think.

Till Next Time :D