Author's note: I know I haven't updated in a while, but I've starting writing another btr fic that was inspired by this chapter check it out and tell me what you think. Okay so this story took a bit of fiddling but it turned out pretty cutes :3 Ok I'm done, you can read now

They did almost everything together (that is of course what made them who they were.) They knew what each other were afraid of and what Logan could handle in the risk department. There were rules, regulations, especially for pranking. They faced every problem they had together as a team, as best friends.

It was because of these rules they were all at James' house.

His mum was out at a cosmetic conference and he was still uncomfortable staying with his dad and his twenty six year old girlfriend. So here they were in his room, eating stacks of junk food and playing video games. It was a pretty big deal for them to all be left alone together over night and they were making the best of there new found (if only temporary) freedom.

"Wow James your beds so, so springy." Carlos exclaimed jumping as high as he could on the large bed.

"Yeah I know, hey Carlos… It stays that way no matter how much you jump on it you know." James said amused as he stuffed another marshmallow into his mouth. "I know it's just so big!" Carlos responded falling back on the bed with his arms spread out.

"Its the beauty of being a child of divorce." James said winking as he popped the last marshmallow from the bag into his mouth, he frowned realizing there was no more marshmallows in the bag and stood up. "I'm getting more junk, you losers want anything?" he asked lazily leaning against the doorframe.

"Coke." Kendall said not moving his eyes from the TV were he was intently fighting Logan in Mario cart. "Oooh me to" Logan added lightly, looking as intense as Kendall. "Fruit smackers" Carlos stated lifting his head briefly from the bed before crashing back down. "I'll see if we have any," James murmured before disappearing down the stairs.

After a few more moments Logan cried out in victory while Kendall slammed his head into the carpet repetitively. He wasn't exactly a gracious loser, especially when his video game champion integrity was on the line... to Logan.

Logan watched Kendall momentarily (who was abusing both his head and James' fancy carpet) before he rolled his eyes "rematch?" he questioned knowing Kendall would want to kick his ass after his lucky win. "Nuh uh!" Carlos exclaimed jumping down from the bed and onto the floor with Kendall and Logan. "My go my go my go!" he said moving up and down enough that Logan had trouble finding a difference of him jumping on the bed.

"Okay...here verse Kendall!" Logan said shoving the controller in his hand before Kendall could whine about their rematch he pre-determined he would lose. "I'm gonna go see if James needs any help with all that stuff," he added grinning before making a b-line for the door. There was bound to be cheating and flying objects if he remained alone with Carlos and Kendall for to long when they played video games…

"THAT WAS MY LAST TURTLE SHELL CARLOS!" Logan winced as he heard a loud crashing noise follow in suit.

No matter how many times Logan stayed at James' house (granted it wasn't as many times as you think) he always got lost. It was really huge and was never really home-y for James- or for anyone for that matter. Logan added mentally taking in the sterile pristine decor.

Probably just one too many fights, memories that couldn't be replaced no how many colorful pieces of artwork you hung from the wall. Memories always seemed to cling to certain things. Logan always understood and never really questioned it. After all he kind of felt the same about his own home... in a different way.

Logan hadn't realized James was feeling that way more recently until James had told him he needed his Cuda man spray and come over with his things to get it. He always came to Logan for that kind of stuff. Not only just because he seemed to be the group mediator for all their troubles but because James knew he was lonely to. He knew Logan's mum was never around and his dad was gone most of the time. James noticed that it seemed Logan was pushing his academic drive further to gain some kind of attention recently, so he knew he needed the company too.

*flashback*

"Um hey, I um I forgot my"

"cuda spray, yeah I know I'll just go…" Logan stopped short realising James had a bag slung over his back and that he seemed more agitated than usual. "Why don't you come in?" Logan said changing his sentence half way through, "mums not here we could play some brawl and then some hockey or something?" Logan goaded.

"Uh- sure" James smiled gratefully and then paused when he went to go sit on the couch with Logan. "Hey Logan do you mind if I?"

"I'd be offended if you didn't" Logan smiled crookedly as he handed James the other controller, "I'm totally going to kick your ass by the way." James said cockily as he snatched the controller out of Logan's fingers tips. He in turn smiled to himself before becoming immersed in the game.

*End flashback*

Logan later realized that it was meant to be the first night James stayed at his dad's new place with his girlfriend. He wasn't ready and he apparently still wasn't given the circumstance they were in now… He never really tried to give much thought about the put upon appearances they all seemed to have at different times.

They had always be themselves around each other though. That is what probably what made them so close in a way.

Logan rounded the ridiculously large foyer towards the kitchen, passing the front door. He couldn't help the wave of uneasiness that washed over him. Was that a shadow? It was probably just a tree or something...

"Ahhhhhh" Logan heard a scream and then saw James fly past him, food in hand. Logan instinctively took off after him back up the large winding staircase, Logan panted as James slammed the door after him. Kendall and Carlos had apparently already jumped to attention and began rushing them with questions.

Logan in turn pointed towards James, as he was still short of breath and didn't actually know what sent James running. Something must have freaked him out.

"I-I thought I saw someone outside the house!" he exclaimed holding the door down. "Did you get my coke?" Kendall asked surveying his mostly empty hands. "Kendall!" James shouted, "This is serious!" Kendall rolled his eyes and bit back his next remark when he noticed how white Logan was.

"Logan?" he questioned. "I- I thought I saw a shadow moving outside..." he took in James and Carlos' horrified expression and quickly added "it was probably nothing."

"Where all going to die!" Carlos shouted diving under James' enormous bed. Kendall held a more serious expression ad turned towards Logan. "I'll go check it out," he said moving to push past Logan who stopped him. "What are you crazy? What if there's a killer down there?" Logan said shifting his weight in a antsy manner.

"Yeah! And if you leave who will we bargain our lives with?" James added wit a terrified expression. "Geez thanks James that warms my heart, I'll just take Logan, safety in numbers right?" he smirked as he pulled Logan by the shirt and towards the door.

"Arggh no Kendall I'm to young to die! James do something!" Logan held onto the doorframe with his fingertips as Kendall dragged him out the door. Noticing James' unmoving stature Logan called out for Carlos.

"I'll say nice things at your funeral," James told him waving; He heard Logan faintly shout, "fuck you!" as they disappeared down the hallway. James turned around to stare at Carlos and realized they were alone. He gulped, every noise seemed to enhance when you were scared or paranoid. With adrenaline rushing through their body and blood pounding in their ears James and Carlos began to do questionably stupid things, even for them.

Kendall rolled his eyes as Logan sulked; at least he wasn't scared anymore. Logan was always a little more sensitive than the rest of them. It was normally always a good thing. It sometimes got him hurt though. Kendall always found it strange that Logan could flip out over their shenanigans and then skate past his own home life as if it didn't bother him.

Kendall glanced at Logan briefly, he guessed he was just afraid of losing them and that was why he worried so much all the time. He didn't want to lose them like he felt he had his parents.

"Sooo did you realize there was nothing to be afraid of?" Kendall asked checking another empty room of the mansion like house. "Nope... I've just accepted the fact there were all going to die." Logan said almost so deadpanned it freaked Kendall out, but not as much as what happened next.

There was a loud noise somewhere to Kendall right and he screamed jumping into Logan's arms. "Okay maybe I don't wanna die. RUN!"

Logan and Kendall bound up the staircase in a marathon worthy run. Banging furiously on the door. They pushed as hard as they could and eventually managed to yank the door open. "What the..." Kendall seemed to have momentarily forgotten his previous terror to take in the scene before him.

James and Carlos had sealed up every window in James room and there were not so surprisingly a lot of them. They had barricaded the door. Not so well considering… he and Logan managed to barge in... Wait why did they barricade the door when they were outside?

Those sons of a...

He then noticed that James was wearing bandannas all over his body and face, and Carlos wearing James' pillows as protection tied around his waist and back. Logan seemed to collect himself faster. "There's defiantly something freaky going on down there!" Logan exclaimed trying to re-close the door in vain until Kendall started shouting profanities at the other two for blocking them out of the room, whilst trying to hold in his laughter at their appearance.

"ITS FOR PROTECTION!" Carlos shouts in defense as Kendall finally stops yelling and instead begins to laugh hysterically.

"Yeah!" James adds trying to remain dignified (a near impossible feat.) "besides, don't these bandannas ROCK? We should all start wearing them from now o-"

"GUYS, HELP ME BARACADE THE DOOR!" Logan shouts, half sick of the pointless argument and half afraid of whatever was down there and may possibly eat him.

They all snap out of it and begin to help barricade the door again, with instruction from Logan on how to make sure it stayed this time.

************BTR**************

"Thanks for letting me in through the back Lucien, my key got jammed." Mrs. Diamond smooth's down her already perfect clothes as she walks through to her kitchen. She notices the mess James evidently left after running away from the kitchen and routinely ignores it.

"So how are the boys going?" She asks bringing her focus back to Lucien, who had promptly began to fix the mess. The housekeeper looks up from collecting a packet of fruit smackers from the ground, "I think they got a bit frightened by me, did you not tell them I was going to be here?" she asks.

Mrs. Diamond looks away in thought trying to recall the conversation she had with James. He had seemed so happy after she said he could stay here with his friends and not have to stay with his father.

He also may have exclaimed something about freedom and manhood, but she wasn't about to leave her baby and his friends alone in her house, she knew something about mothering after all. Well at least to the phone calls she got saying that they'd put water balloons full of Jelly into the school swimming pool or what not.

It couldn't hurt if they just thought they were alone for the night could it?

"I don't remember."

"Why are you home so early?" Lucien asked picking up two cans of coke from the floor. "The conference finished early, I'm going to bed." She said dismissively walking up the stairs.

************BTR*************

"Master James and friends?" Lucien called through the door early the next morning. She tried to open the door but to no avail, she settled on getting Simon the driver to help. Together they managed to open the door to behold a rather odd sight.

Simon muttered saying he needed to take Mrs. Diamond out again and left the scene rolling his eyes. Lucien let out an ''aw'' to herself and quietly shut the door. The boys were all huddled together on James' large bed that had been marked out with rope and a sign stating, "Safe Zone, no zombies or axe murders welcome." The next part appeared to have been viciously scribbled out. (But if you must eat someone, take somebody with large eyebrows, thank you…)

Review pweasee :3 oh yeah and I wanna focus on just two of the guys for the next chapter cause I think I'll write better when its more foused-ish so im up for whatever anyone would like