Author's note: Hey, this is my first story so please be gentle! I tried to make the first four chapter titles like stories (The Tale of. . . The legend. . .etc.). This title is my favorite 'cause it's actually a movie title. The movie itself wasn't that great in my opinion but still, the title was perfect so I used it. :)

Sorry in advance if anything seems off or the characters don't seem right. Again, this is my first story so I'm just starting. Any criticism and advice would be greatly appreciated, to help me get better. :) Now, please enjoy my take on how the four boys of Big Time Rush became friends!

No slash! Just friendship! Friendship is the best thing ever!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.


Chapter 1

A Knight's Tale

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* He rolled over on his stomach and slammed his hand down on the 'snooze' button unnecessarily hard, then laid there for a moment, letting his arm droop over the edge of his bed. Finally, he slowly opened his eyes. '9:15 a.m.' All realization came flooding back to him and he shot up. "It's Saturday!" The 8-year-old screamed as he flew the covers off and jumped out of bed. He quickly got dressed, bundling up layer after layer, then ran to his closet and slid the door open. He grabbed his skates by the tied laces, flung them over his shoulder and sped out of his room and down the stairs.

In the kitchen, his mom was already making breakfast while his baby sister, only 3 years old, was sitting in her booster seat with a bowl of oatmeal in front of her. He ran past them to the front door and slid his skates off his shoulder onto the ground. Then he sat down on the floor and started putting his boots on.

"Good morning sweetie." His mom called from over her shoulder.

"Hi mom! Are you ready to go?" He asked anxiously.

"Whoa whoa, slow down there kiddo. You haven't even had breakfast yet!" She said as she set a plate of pancakes on the table.

"I'm not hungry."

She shot him a death glare only a mother could achieve. "Kendall." She said.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine." He whined back. He sat down dramatically hard and started shoveling food into his mouth as fast as he could.

"Slow down Kendall." His mother said. "You're going to get a tummy ache, or worse; choke."

He rolled his eyes again. "Sorry mom." He whined once more, then took a slower bite.

"That's better." She said with a smile, then sat down and turned to her daughter who was also shoveling food into her mouth. "Katie you slow down too." She took the spoon and helped her eat. "So are you excited for today?" She asked Kendall over her shoulder.

"Mmmhmm!" He hummed with a full mouth. "It's going to be awesome!"

"It'll be Katie's first time playing in the snow." Mrs. Knight stated proudly. "We're going to have lots of fun sledding down the hills aren't we Katie?"

"And I get to skate!" Kendall yelled excitedly.

"Yes and you get to skate." She confirmed with a smile.

Kendall finished his pancakes, then gulped down his milk. "I'm done! Can we go now?"

Mrs. Knight got up and grabbed Katie's empy bowl, Kendall's empty plate and glass and put them in the sink. "Calm down the pond's not going anywhere." She joked, then she took Katie out of her seat. "I have to get Katie ready, we'll leave in about 10 minutes okay?"

"Okay." Kendall sighed and watched as she went into the living room. He was anxious to get to the pond, he wanted to be the first kid there, so that maybe he wouldn't have to share and he could have all the room on the wide, long ice all by himself. He ran to the front closet to grab his jacket, then to the front door and re-shouldered his skates. He tried but failed to get his zipper up, so he went into the living room and watched his mom clothe Katie and bundle her up in a big snow suit.

"Okay." Mrs. Knight said once she was done with Katie, and turned around to see Kendall. Noticing the undone zipper, she motioned him to come over and she zipped him up. "There we are. You ready to go then?"

Kendall beamed and nodded his head frantically. Mrs. Knight smiled and got up to pull her own jacket on. Then she picked Katie up and they walked out the door.


It was one of the nicer Minnesota winter days, the ones that are perfect for outdoor activities. As Mrs. Knight pushed the stroller that held Katie down the sidewalk, they could see that almost every kid was out having snowball fights and making snowmen. Kendall was beaming as he watched all the kids playing together and having fun. It's times like this that would make him wish he had friends to play with, but he played with his mom and sometimes Katie so it wasn't so bad. Right now all he could think about was getting to the pond and getting to skate. Skating was one of his favorite things to do, because it reminded him of when he went skating with his dad.

His dad would take him out and they would skate for the whole day without realizing it. When they would get home they would be freezing cold, and his mom would make them hot chocolate and his dad would light the fireplace. Then they would all snuggle up together in one big blanket on the couch laughing. That's one of Kendall's best and most favorite memories. When Katie was born, his dad was killed in a car accident on the way to the hospital to see her, so Kendall and his mom don't talk about him much anymore.

They reached the edge of the pond and Kendall started bouncing on his heels. He looked out at the wide pond. The sunlight bouncing off the ice and reflecting off his face made his face light up even more. It was perfect. The only flaw in this scene was that there was one other kid, about the same age as Kendall, on the ice. Kendall wasn't first like he had hoped, and now he had to share the ice. But it was big enough, and the other boy seemed to just stay in the far end anyways so it all worked out. He couldn't hold his excitement anymore and plopped down where he stood and started putting his skates on.

Mrs. Knight took the sled out of the basket underneath the seat of the stroller and placed it on the ground, then unbuckled Katie. She picked her up then turned to Kendall who was sitting on the ground tying his laces. "Do you need any help sweetie?"

"No I'm good." He said simply, then tied the knot and stood up.

"Alright, Katie and I will be on the hill just over there, if you need anything just come and get us okay?"

"Yeah yeah got it. See ya!" He brushed her off as he clicked his helmet on and got on the ice. Mrs. Knight smiled then set Katie down on the sled and pulled it over to the hill.

The ice felt so smooth under his skate. Kendall put one foot on the ice to get a feel for it first, then he stepped on, then he pushed off. He glided across the shimmering frozen water with ease. This was his fourth time skating, but he had an immediate nack for it from day one. He loved skating; how everything turned into a blur as he sped down the ice, how smooth it felt under his feet, everything. It didn't matter that it was -20 weather, it didn't matter that his cheeks were red and his fingers were freezing, it didn't matter that his butt would be sore for a while after he fell every so often, he loved skating, and for an 8-year-old, he was good at it. He could skate in a straight line, he could turn, he could stop, he could even do a figure eight. Granted, they were a little sloppy, but that's more than most 8-year-olds know, that's more than even some 10-year-olds know! He was good at it and he loved doing it.

Kendall skated in a few circles near the end of the pond, did some figure eights, then ventured a little further into the middle, still trying to keep his distance from the other boy. Though as he skated his circles in the middle, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at the other boy. He was skating circles in the far end, like Kendall was. Then the boy stopped at the very edge, turned around, and booked it to the other end so fast that Kendall was stunned as he watched and slipped onto the ground. He had never seen anyone his age skate that fast. He sat there and watched as the boy skated back and forth, from one end to the other, with the speed of. . . .Superman himself!

He shook his head and got up. He figured he shouldn't waste his skating time. He should skate around as much as possible before any other kids took up more of the ice. Kendall skated some more circles and figure eights in the middle, shooting quick glances at the boy and watching him speed around in the small area he had. Then Kendall caught the sight of some more kids at the end of the pond he had been skating at before. Great, he had to share more of the ice.