~Logan~

Logan Mitchell is a perfectionist.

Always has been, always will be.

Everyone thought he was perfect in the way they wanted to see him. Unfortunately, he didn't think he was. There were times where he thought he wasn't suited to be friends with Kendall, James, and Carlos, and there were times where he didn't think he was suited to being a singer. But he was the type that always wanted to please people.

But that was enough stress for him sometimes and he had to do something to take his mind off of it. Which was why he was out in Palm Woods Park playing soccer with his friends. Logan wasn't much of an athlete, everyone knew it, but they had fun staying active nonetheless. The teams were Kendall and Logan against Carlos and James, an even match as James had a big ego, but Kendall and Logan really knew how to play well as a team.

"Guys, we should stop the game here," Kendall Knight said as he pulled his beanie off of his head, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He put his foot on top of the soccer ball that he was currently kicking in front of him towards the make shift goal made out of James's shoes. "Gustavo will throw a fit…or throw us if we're late to the studio again."

"You're just saying that because we were winning," James said, breathing heavily, wiping the sweat off his forehead as well, leaving his bare chest to glisten in the sunlight. He pulled up his baggy jeans to cover the waist band of his red and blue checkered boxers before tucking his shirt farther into the waist band so he wouldn't lose it. "I was wondering when you were going to give up." He wiggled his toes happily into the cool grass.

"No one can beat us," Carlos said with a loud whoop, punching the air with his fists.

Logan rolled his eyes. "But we almost had you a few times." He patted Carlos on the back. "That was a great game, guys."

"Yeah, thanks," James replied, moving to sit on the ground. He grinned and slapped his ab muscles. "Gotta keep the good shape and the fame." He gave his usual cocky, yet charming, smile.

"Who said that you're really famous?" Kendall said with a smirk.

"Of course I am!" James replied, brushing his hair back from his face. Carlos and Logan shook their heads, used to James's comments on how hot he was or how talented he was.

If it wasn't for James's dream to become a famous singer, they wouldn't be in California. When Gustavo Rocque and his assistant, Kelly Wainwright, stopped in Minnesota looking for a new star, they had found a way for James to get there, but Gustavo told him that he had no talent. This made Kendall mad as he hated it whenever someone not only discarded someone's natural talent, but talked badly about his friends. He then sang an improvised song about Gustavo being a "giant turd" and the rest, as they say, was history.

"Didn't you see all those hot chicks there just to see me?" James grinned, looking around at the girls who were spending their time at the park, relaxing. But it was a female voice with a heavy accent that caught the boys' attention.

"I should thank you for calling me 'hot', though 'chick' I can live without." They turned around to see their friends and fellow singers, Riley and Rhuben Jackson-McGuire, both 17 years old making their way over to them. Logan gave the twin girls a wide smile in greeting.

He had known them, and their brothers, since he was nine years old. They had moved to Texas from Sydney, Australia, when they were nine like him. Seeing as they lived next door to him, they quickly became friends. If you asked them, it was only because he had Ring Pops, but he knew that that wasn't the case. Shortly after they moved there, he was moving to Minnesota and they were moving to California to start their music career in California. Ever since, they had become a successful band while he met his new friends and they had a falling out of communication.

But then they moved out to California and met up with them again. But the girls weren't the same as he remembered; they were more stand offish and it was hard for them to gain his, and his friends' trust. They soon found out why; they had been and were suffering from child abuse from their father, Robert Jackson. After months of being out in California, Logan, Kendall, James, and Carlos, Kendall's younger sister, Katie Knight, and their new friends Camille Roberts, Jo Taylor, and Stephanie King eventually gained their trust and helped them send their father to jail. After that happened, they were adopted bu their music producer, Ronan McGuire, and have been the happiest he'd seen them.

"Good game," Riley said as she gave Logan a hug in greeting. She arched an eyebrow as she turned to James. "But let's say I wasn't there only because of you. It's a t-e-a-m, not J-a-m-e-s, remember?" Her lips twitched into a teasing smile.

"Hey, I scored the most!" James replied, getting to his feet. He jogged over to his shoes and retrieved them.

"Good for you." Rhuben rolled her blue eyes. Blue eyes were like a trademark in the Jackson-McGuire family, along with black hair, and a plethora of other mannerisms. She had released Logan from her hug, but kept an arm around his waist, using the other to put her hand on her hip. "You all did great for hockey players."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Carlos asked, a confused look crossing his face. Rhuben smirked.

"If you want it to be," she replied which caused Carlos to chuckle.

"Thanks for letting us borrow this," Kendall said as he bent to pick up the soccer ball. He picked it up in his hands and tossed it over to Riley who quickly caught it before starting to spin it on her finger much like basketball players did with basketballs. "It was a great game while it lasted."

"Do you guys have to work today?" Logan asked.

"No, Ronan gave us the day off," Rhuben replied, brushing her hair behind her shoulders. "Which is why we came looking for you, actually. He, Gustavo, and Griffin were in a meeting today which made Gustavo even more irritable than usual. I suggest you head over there now before Gustavo has another reason to cause an earthquake."

"Well, if that's not a good reason to leave, I don't know what is," Kendall commented, pressing his lips together. "See you guys later?"

There wasn't a point in him asking that questions as the Jacksons always dropped by the studio. They were homeschooled so for three hours in the morning, they had school, went to work on their own music, and then around 12:30 always headed down to Rocque Records to hang out with Big Time Rush and just to get on Gustavo's nerves.

"Count on it, Hockey-Head," Riley replied, bumping his fist as James started to pull on his shoes and Carlos and Logan started packing up their stuff.

"You ok, Logie-Bear?" Rhuben asked Logan.

Logan cringed at the nickname, like he always did when he heard it, but turned to take his tie that she was holding out to him, along with his shoes. Logan glanced at her, silently debating on whether or not he was going to tell her. But the look on her face showed that she knew something was bothering him and she wasn't going to drop the subject anytime soon.

"Do you…do you think I could have played better?" Logan asked quietly, focusing his attention on lacing his shoelaces.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I was kinda slow," Logan replied, brushing the dirt off his clothes, still trying not to look her in the eye. "I can position myself well enough, but… it's true that I'm not one of the fastest or most athletic."

"Hey," Rhuben put a hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing it. "Stop it! You did your best and that's all that matters! There isn't a perfect player. You're not perfect and you don't have to be." Logan looked up at her and attempted a smile. "You taught me that, remember?" She gave him another hug. "Don't worry about it, Logie. You're still our genious."

"I guess…" Logan replied, his half smile fading slightly. But, I saw the way you were looking at James.

And there's chapter one! It was really more like an introduction chapter, but you see where the problems begin. Chapters will be long or short depending on my mood and whether or not they actually need to be long or short. Shorter ones will usually just be journal entries or stuff from other people's point of views and stuff like that!

Thanks for reading!

Cheers,

-Rhubes