A/N Hi. I'm stuck on my other one, so here's a little showverse Big Time Rush before Big Time Rush, with little Kogan and later Jarlos happenings… Because they're adorable. Not much of a plot line, except for character development. Possibly more to come. Enjoy :)
xoxo, JT
PS. The Hoberman sphere has a little background behind it. Maybe I'll explain in another one of these short blurbs when I have nothing else to write about.
And I don't own Big Time Rush, but I wish I did.
Logan Mitchell had always been on the smarter end of the spectrum. He didn't play with toy cars, boats or planes, but then again he wasn't the complete opposite and didn't ask for dolls and clothes. He was smack in the middle of that, or maybe in the 'ultraviolet' area, off the spectrum. Year after year, he asked for more and more blocks, more of the colourful Legos, wooden spheres and prisms, and when he got older, chemistry and biology sets. Something that he asked for year after year was for a Hoberman sphere, a colourful mass of plastic bits put together in a way that would be expanded and retracted if you whipped your wrist correctly when throwing it. He spent what felt like hours on end at The Discovery Hut, trying to figure out how it worked despite the irritating plastic packaging until his parents dragged him away.
Kendall Knight, on the other hand was a lot more boyish and took more risks. He wanted all the construction sets, model trains and motorcycles, and as he grew older, mountain bikes, skateboards, and hockey skates. He was devilish and never listened to higher authority, blatantly flaunting the rules and finding new ways to sneak out of the house on a daily basis. He cut the heads off his baby sister's plush dolls, eventually popping the heads off Barbies and encouraging her to join him - which she did.
The two polar opposite personalities were brought together early one day in early March, early on in their lives. Logan was walking to the museum, nervously fidgeting while waiting for the pedestrian lights to change, every once in a while cautiously looking both ways even when the light in front of him glowed red. Kendall, hands stuffed in grey hoodie pockets, was standing relatively close to him, waiting impatiently for the lights, every so often stepping off the curb to touch his feet on the road, then jumping back up as a car would turn. After one particularly close call, the brunette finally spoke up, voice wavering slightly.
"You shouldn't stand on the road, a car could run over you and you could die."
The blonde looked over at the concerned brunette, then discreetly rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay mom," he said, while stepping back up onto the sidewalk right beside the smart boy. He knew the brunette's words had some true meaning behind them even though they stung a little, but he was used to people telling him what not to do and scolding him. As they went their separate ways after crossing the street in a comfortable silence, he couldn't help but think about how sweet it was for someone else to say that; after all, it meant that a complete stranger cared about him. He smiled to himself as he climbed up the tree in his yard, seemingly dancing on the branches as he made his way back to his open room window, shutting it with a quiet click.