Band-aid

Chapter 1

I don't own the boys of big time rush. I mean, dugh. If I did I wouldn't be writing this story. I would be busy raping them. :p anyway, enjoy!

Today started just as any other day would. Logan Mitchell got up at about five am, brushed his teeth, did some school work though he was already way ahead of the class, took a bath at exactly six-fifteen to avoid all the screaming that would take place as soon as he stepped inside the shower and his parents thought that he couldn't hear them anymore. He made sure to take a long time showering, just in case his parents were in the mood of a world war three. As soon as the water started to turn cold Logan had to step out. He didn't like bathing in cold water, it wasn't good for his skin and he liked his skin.

After putting on a sweater vest on top of a navy colored shirt and pants the color of poop, he was out of his room making his way to the dinning-room. He looked around only to see how everything at his house seemed so in place. Everything was so put together and to the outside world it looked perfect.

Except for that it wasn't. Nothing was perfect about his house, his family, his life or him. It had been though, a couple of years ago everything had been perfect, well as close to perfect as it got. His dad was a world famous heart surgeon and his mom a very successful retail agent. Though they still had perfect jobs, they weren't perfect parents to Logan and his sister anymore like they used to be.

By the time he reached the dining table for breakfast, the war was already over. His dad was engrossed in today's copy of the economics times and his mother was busy lecturing Presley that how if she wanted to get a guy she had to lose about 20 pounds or so. He just sighed and sat down on the chair next to his sister. When had his mum become like this. Presley was barely 13 and his mum was worried about her getting a guy? She had never been like this. She had always told Logan that he was perfect the way he is and somewhere out there will be girl, which had turned to a guy last year when Logan realized that he was gay, who would love him just the way he is.

Where is that sweet caring warm woman now? the woman who had read Presley bed time stories almost every night, the woman who had helped Logan find his imaginary dragon, Rupert, at the age of six when he had lost him, the woman who had gotten Presley a dog for her eight birthday even when she knew she would be the one talking all the responsibility of the dog and was too busy to do so anyway. Well, she wasn't sitting with them on the dining table, that's for sure.

His parents didn't even acknowledge his presence. After he said good morning, his mom had just given him a fake smile and his dad had nodded his head, still staring at the paper. Logan sighed, but then he felt a small chubby had in his. He looked up to his sister just to see her smiling at him sweetly. He smiled as well and squeezed her hand before letting it go and turning his attention back to his food. He and Presley will have a lot of stuff to bitch about during the car ride to school.

A shiny black mustang stopped just outside the school gate, while all the siblings of the Garcia family got off. Carlos Garcia was the eldest in age but he was still looked much smaller compared to his little brothers, who were not so little in size and mean-ness, Antonio and javi. He got off the car first. Then his other two brothers and at the end came Roberto, Carlos's youngest and favorite brother. Carlos knew it was wrong to choose a favorite when it came to family members, but he just couldn't help it. It's not like he didn't love his other two brothers, he most certainly did but they were just too different. Just too cold.

Being the sons of the most fearful gangster in town wasn't as glamorous as it seemed. Yes, the principle was always super nice to them and they could get anything or anyone they wanted just 'cause of the fear of their dad. But that wasn't all; people didn't want to be friends with you because they were scared of you. And what could be possibly worse for a teenager? At first the fact that people didn't want to be friends with him had bugged him, he had even cried once. But then Carlos's dad had told him, it was only because he was too good for the others. They weren't worthy of being his friends and that's exactly what Carlos had believed till date.

Now the Garcia boys had an image to maintain, of being heartless and cold jerks. But even then Carlos thought that at least his family should be sweet and warm to each other, at least some one Carlos can show love and affection towards. But that didn't happen either, Antonio and javi were mean to little Roberto all the time. They would swear at him, call him names and sometimes even hit him. Carlos obviously couldn't stand that, so he would always end up saving Roberto, which would lead to his brothers calling him a softie and hissing at him. But they didn't go very far when it came to him, after all he was the eldest and in a Latino family, that was saying something.

So this is how it always was, Antonio and javi would harass Roberto, Carlos would rescue him, his brothers would diss on him and then Carlos would be left with a crying but very thankful Roberto for hours. Though Carlos didn't mind that at all. Roberto if anything was a very fun pre-teen. He was almost in eight grade now, he had crushes and all, and he would come home and tell Carlos all about it. Carlos and Roberto had soon become best-friends and Carlos didn't mind that at all. Carlos was as close to Roberto as he had been with his mom when she was alive, he was just glad to have found a person other than Kendall and James, his best-friends to confide him.

Just the thought of Kendall and James made Carlos smile, not only were they his best-friends but they were also the cutest gay couple in the world. His smile widened when he saw those two standing by James locker, making out. He saw Kendall pull back from the kiss and whisper something in James's ear, which made him blush. James replied something on the lines of "I love you more" Carlos could make out. He soon realized that his brothers had all gone their own ways, Antonio and javi to their friends and Roberto had walked towards the left side to get to the middle school wing. They lived in a small town that only had one big private school and many other not as efficient public schools. Only people who could afford it came to palm wood, but as it was so elite it were also very different from other schools. The biggest difference being that the junior, middle and high school were all in the same school area, just different wings. That didn't matter though; the school was so big in size that just the high school wing was the size of three public high schools combined.

"Get a room you two." Carlos said as soon as he reached his locker that was just next to James. When James and Kendall were finally able to get their hands off of each other, James turned his attention back to Carlos and said, "You are just jealous." And then pulled his tongue out being the mature man that he is. Kendall groaned at that, "I could think of a million other, better things that, that tongue could be used for." Kendall soon dove in for another kiss with a lot of tongue involved.

"Goddd! You guys have got to stop all that. We are at a school, NOT at the set of a cheap porno film."

"Well first of all, if I and Kendall were staring in a porn film it most certainly would not be a cheap one. If anything it would be the awesome-est. porn film ever made. Hell I think it would even get a porno Oscar."

Carlos laughed full-heartedly at that and Kendall just raised a very bushy eyebrow at James. "Porno Oscar? Seriously, James? Man, you are very lucky I'm blinded by my love for you." He said before giving James a quick kiss on the cheek. Carlos just looked at them and sighed, when will he find that with someone.

Kendall stared at Carlos, "dude seriously, you can see us romancing each other in that Oscar winning porno film we will produce, but seriously stop staring."

Carlos looked away blushing, which he knew was hardly visible through his dark skin shade. He wasn't aware of the fact that he had been staring.

"You can have this you know, a relationship. A boyfriend." Kendall said and Carlos's eyes became the size of breakfast pancakes. He moved towards the couple to quite Kendall from saying anything else, while trying to make sure no one had heard what he had said.

"Shut up, Kendall. You know very well that I can't."

Kendall just rolled his big green eyes at that. "You most definitely can Carlos. Seriously, it isn't that difficult. You just have to find a guy you find attractive and who you think good enough for yourself, ask him out on a date and then love him. That literally all you have to do, and then maybe you can make your own porn film." James laughed slightly at the last part.

"Yes-yes, very funny Kendall. But it's not as easy as you think it is. I mean, c'mon what is my father going to think? What are my brothers gonna think of me? Everyone at school will hate me even more than they do now and the rumors. God the rumors, they are simply the worst. And if our posse decides that I'm not cool enough to hang with them anymore, huh? Then what? What if they decide to bully me? Then-then? And plus, how are you so sure that a guy will go out with me? I mean girls don't, so how will a guy be so different?"

James sighed and finally decided to join the conversation. "Carlos, don't you think I and Kendall went through all that. I'm not going to say that it wasn't hard Carlos, 'cause it was. People talk and what they say may not always be nice. But what you get in return is so much better. I mean c'mon, there is nothing like the feeling of loving and being loved in return."

Before Carlos could argue further the bell rang, telling them that they had to report to their assigned classes for the first period. Carlos had biology in the first period; thankfully Kendall was in the same class. At least he didn't have to sit through the torture with wayne-wayne or some other fake gangster douche-bag. Carlos didn't even know why he hung out with them, he most definitely didn't like them, but it was something he just had to do. Something he was supposed to do. Just like he was supposed to be a mean, cold and heartless jerk. Too bad, he wasn't.

A/N- so what ya think people? Sorry if this chapter sucked, I just haven't been very well lately. I promise the other ones will be better and will obviously have more cargan and kames in it. Don't forget to leave reviews. Also I would like to know the kind of characters and situation you would like to see in further on in the story. Not only will that give me more ideas but also make the story to the liking of my reader, which is my main aim. Though I can't guaranty writing what you want me to write. After all, I'm a writer at heart and I tend to listen to my heart more than my brain sometimes. Not the best thing to do but eh, what the hell right?