Hey readers! So this is my first story, so tell me what you think. I should update about once a week, if not more than that. You can blame this one on Avril Lavigne and Far East Movement's cd Free Wired, that's what I was listening to when this little monster entered my mind. Yes, the title is based off of the Heffron Drive song. If you haven't heard them you should check it out. They're absolutely amazing:) I'm not sure how long this is going to be yet, it started as a one shot but, kinda grew into a chapter story. IT'S RATED M FOR A REASON PEOPLE! If You don't don't like, don't read. This is SLASH so be prepared:)Anyways, Enjoy!

P.S. If you get the chance, check out the story Symbiotic Relationships by I'mjustmeokay. We're coauthoring it:)

~Lovergirl7

Title: Stand Forever

Rating: M

Summary: "Kendall spun the ring he wore on his right hand, reading the inscription: C, J, L, K. Forever livin' it Big time" He had to forget about Logan, and that little pink-haired boy was the perfect way. Kogan AU.

Disclaimer: If I owned Big time Rush, would I really be writing fan fiction? Seriously people, I don't own anything you may recognize:)

Chapter 1: Don't Look Now

The streets of Los Angeles were a dangerous place at night. Logan knew he had to watch his back. As cold and lonely as he was, he didn't want the consequences that came with leaving his corner.

"Unless you want to get double chipped I suggest you stand at your corner until a nice, rich man picks you up. He pays up front, I don't need my girls wasting their time" Xavier would say with a chuckle. "Never take less than four hundred, either." he'd add before letting them loose.

Dressed in his feminine clothes, Logan smiled for the first time in a month. It was the eleventh day of March; Kendall came tonight. Today marked the one-year anniversary of their dark encounter.

*One Year Ago*

Logan twiddled his thumbs absentmindedly on the sidewalk, Unable to stand do to the heavy amount of drugs coursing through his body. A sleek black Range Rover pulled up alongside the curb, not surprising Logan with it's elegant style and mysterious tinted windows. It was normal, rich, closeted gay looking to get off.

"You coming or what?" Questioned the car's blonde occupant. Logan went to stand, wobbled a bit, and fell back to the curb.

The blonde laughed "They must have drugged you good." he said to the pink-haired boy as he climbed out of the Range Rover to help him. He lifted Logan into the passenger seat and moved to get back in himself.

"Here, drink this." he said calmly, passing Logan the clear vile filled with the Lime Green substance he'd payed thousands for; he knew he'd need it. Kendall waited in silence several minutes, letting the antidote clear Logan's mind of Xavieramous.

"Hey, I'm Kendall!" he declared with a smile, extending his hand to the smaller boy.

"L-Logan" he responded, hesitantly taking Kendall's hand. His whole body was shaking, he was still getting used to Xavier's powerful drugs.

"Don't worry, I'm not like those other guys" Kendall said, trying to calm Logan's nerves. He only suceeded in worsening Logan's doubtful expression.

"W-what do you want?" Logan asked nervously.

"Not sex, it that's what you're wondering." Kendall replyed confidently. "For now I just want your trust, can you give that to me?" he asked.

"I-I guess so" Logan sighed. "You gave me the antidote, after all."

Kendall smiled again. "So what's with the girly outfit?" he asked Logan.

Logan's face reddened, just remembering the skirt and heels he sporting. "I wear whatever Xavier tells me to" he answered shrugging. "But seriously, I know why women bitch so much, these heels are a living hell" he added.

Kendall chuckled and reached behind him. "Here, I really can't take you seriously in those clothes" He said, handing Logan a duffel bag.

"Thanks!" Logan said, instantly more comfortable when he saw the bag contained designer jeans and a button-down shirt. He automatically stripped off his feminine clothes to change, used to people seeing him naked by now. Kendall couldn't help but notice the hand-shaped bruises on the boy's forearms, along with the little crescent-moon fingernail marks; now scars, up and down his back.

Logan caught Kendall staring. "You get used to the abuse" he said simply, trying to shrug it off.

"H-How long?" Kendall asked shakily.

"With Xavier? Two months, maybe." Logan answered, trying to stay as vague as possible.

"How long Logan?" Kendall questioned again, this time with more urgency in his tone.

Logan sighed. "Diego picked me up about three years ago" he whispered, ashamed.

Kendall knew who Xavier and Diego were. They controlled the secret cities, otherwise known as Xavieramous and Circus Diego. The countries' largest sex markets.

They would watch your every move for weeks, determining if it was safe to take you. Would anyone notice? Would anyone suspect anything? Second, they took you away from your home while you slept. Drugged, stripped and beaten senseless; you'd wake up in a room full of mirrors reflecting the image of a face that wasn't yours. Flawless, attractive and mysterious; but it wasn't you. It was just the product of plastic surgery. Slowly, the memories of your past would fade away, as you slowly adjusted to this new,strange life. Then came your training; sex position after sex position were tried on your body, forever engrained into your mind.

"You will stand and wait. You will have them prepay. You will comply to their commands. You will leave." The monotonous video commentary would explain the night before you went out for the first taste of your recurring nightmare. After that you were just another prostitute. You lived in close quarters with the others, forming unbreakable bonds as you suffered through together. At night you were a walking sitcom, during the day you lived a pretty normal, nocturnal lifestyle. Aside from the fact that you lived in an underground city where they played Ke$ha and Lady Gaga music over loudspeakers on a continuous loop, even the stuff people wouldn't hear mainstream for years. Of course they were in on it. Kendall had done his research; that was for sure.

"Dammit!" Kendall yelled, banging his fist into the dashboard. Logan whimpered and quickly resumed dressing in the clothes Kendall had given him.

"Oh God, Logie I'm so sorry, please don't cry." Kendall pleaded, holding out his arms for Logan to crawl into. He embraced the short, pink-haired boy; nostalgic for a time when there was another Logan, Kendall's happy, genius-turned-best friend who no one had spoken to since the night B.T.R. had split.

As hard as he'd tried, the half-naked prostitute in front of him was the closest he'd ever come to finding the real Logan.


When they arrived at Knight Manor, Logan couldn't help but notice it's massive size. Kendall lived a good life, that was for sure. They got to work quickly, fixing Logan's scarred skin and disinfecting wounds; assessing overall damages. For the first time, Logan actually enjoyed the company of his client.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked Kendall, confused as to why they sat in the parlor as opposed to the bedroom.

"Because Logie, you need to see what normal people are like, not crazies who only want sex." Kendall mumbled, he'd wondered how long it would take Logan to ask that question.

"Do you enjoy what you do, Logan?" he questioned, knowing the question could ruin whatever trust he'd established with the boy.

"N-no..." Logan responded as the evil memories flashed before his eyes. Of course he didn't enjoy it.

"Do you want out of the sex trade?" The blonde pushed.

"Yes..." Logan answered slowly, wondering where on earth Kendall was going with this.

"I'll get you out." Kendall said confidently, lifting Logan up bridal-style and carrying him to the couch. He plopped down with Logan in his lap.

"Because, I'm totally falling for you" he finished, looking to Logan for a response.

"I'm falling for you too" Logan whispered before crashing his lips to Kendall's.

Their bodies molded into each other, fitting perfectly with Kendall's muscular chest supporting Logan's fragile, petite frame. They interlaced their fingers, never breaking the kiss as Kendall once again stood with Logan in his arms; intending to carry him off to his bedroom.

But, the faint sound of Ke$ha floating from the duffel bag in the corner interrupted their actions.

Logan groaned whilst climbing out of Kendall's arms and making his way towards the noise. He pulled out a small blue cell phone, most likely a cheap Firefly.

"Lola speaking!" Logan said in an over-done girl voice.

"IT'S WHAT TIME!" he exclaimed.

"Oh my god, I'll be back by 5, I promise!" he said

"Okay, I love you too, Xavier; bye!" he said, hanging up.

"Well, according to Satan, it's already 4:30 and he's worried about his "Sex Kitten" Logan said, using air quotes and rolling his eyes for emphasis.

Kendall inched closer to the boy, snaking his arms around Logan's waist. "Lola, huh?" he whispered seductively in the pink and blonde-haired boy's ear.

"Only in the city, because what he doesn't know; won't hurt him." Logan said, chuckling as he kissed Kendall softly.

" I love you, Logie; and I don't even know your last name" Kendall said, pressing his forehead to Logan's.

"It's okay, I don;t know my last name either." Logan said giggling. "And I love you too, Kendall."

Kendall reached into his pocket and handed Logan an envelope. "Here hide this and open it when you're alone, okay?" he said, placing a light kiss in Logan's lips.

"We'd better go..." Logan said, reluctantly pulling out of the kiss and dragging Kendall towards the door.


Author's Note: Okay, sorry I hate to do this in the middle like this but, the story will be confusing if I don't explain some things. First of all, as you already know, Logan is a prostitute. Kendall has spent three years looking for Logan Mitchell; his long lost best friend. well, Kendall has basically given up hope of finding him. Enter prostitute Logan who was picked up by Diego (as in Circus Diego) three years ago and has recently been traded off to Xavier (as in Xavieramous); another pimp who is even more brutal than Diego. Logan lives every day as just another prostitute, working the corners every night dressed in drag and attracting the crazies. By the way, I really love Ke$ha and Lady Gaga so just ignore the fact that I made them sound bad in here. Also, Circus Diego and Xavieramous are pure fiction as far as I know and so are the drugs I mention. When Logan is in the underground city, I'll refer to him as Lola instead of Logan; because, well; I want to:) It's just to add to the story. I think thats everything you need to know, so on with the story!"


"Lola,baby!" Xavier bellowed as Lola entered the city through the vault in the back of the alley.

"I was so worried about you!" he cooed as he put the deadbolt firmly back in the door, locking Lola back in the mock safety of the city.

"I-I'm really tired, I think I'll just go to bed" Lola said, hoping Xavier wouldn't question what had delayed his return. Much to his relief, Xavier let it slip his mind.

"Okay baby, I love you" Xavier said as he pulled Lola into a tender hug.

"I love you too" Lola lied, sliding out of Xavier's grasp and slinking off to his dorm room.

He hoped he would have enough privacy to open Kendall's envelope. When he opened the door, he found all four of his roommates asleep. He sighed with relief and grabbed his flashlight out of the nightstand drawer. He pulled the letter out of the envelope and read.

Dear Logan,

Tonight wasn't the first time I saw you. I've spent weeks-no months, watching over you.

Lola fiddled with the ring he always wore on a chain around his neck, the only proof that he'd ever lived outside of the city.

The first time I saw you, I knew you were something special and that I needed to get to know you. I planned for weeks and this seemed like the only logical way. I love you too much to see you get more hurt than you already are. Which is why, exactly a year from tonight we will meet again; this time forever. I need a year to get everything sorted out considering all the risks. But I refuse to forget about you.

I'll be the something that you hold onto when you're left with nothing. Eventually we'll find our way back to each other, but for now we're just not right...I'm lying again.

I'll love you forever, I'll love you for always, As long as I'm living; my baby you'll be.

~Kendall

Lola squinted through his tears while he read it over and over. Today was March eleventh, Lola had three hundred and sixty five days until he returned to Kendall's loving arms. This time, forever. Lola shut off the flashlight and shoved the letter in the secret hole he'd carved in the wall by his bed, the one place he knew no one would find it. After that, Lola fell into the soundest sleep he'd had in three years.


So? What'd you guys think? Please Review/Alert! I'll probably update this weekend, if not sooner:)

Peace,

Lovergirl7