AN: I don't own BTR. They belong to whatever. I'm just here to write. :)

Hello Everyone. This'll be my first fic. Of course, not my first one in the history of history, but all of those were old. And I was young. And I hate to say that I shiver in disgust whenever I go back to read them. Hahaha.

Anyway, I can say for sure that this is definitely my first BTR fic, and I'm definitely excited to see how this is going to turn out. I'm also a bit scared, but maybe I shouldn't be telling you guys that? Haha. I'm an avid Jagan fan, and I decided to give them a try. Please don't kill me if I kill the characters for you. Hahaha, I'm just starting to 'test the waters' right now. Hopefully it isn't so AU or I'm not too bad with the characters that I piss you all off that much. Haha!

Wow, I'm back. Lol. Sorry it's been so long. I know this is going to sound really generic, but I really have no other excuse. School has just made me so lazy. I'm sure a lot of you are the same? And if not, WOW. Give me your secrets! Haha. Again, sorry it's been so long. I can't promise that I'll be updating in a timely fashion, 'cause I would most likely break that promise, but thank you so much to those of you who have been sticking to me, and reviewing as well! Reviews give me strength to write! Haha!


He was suddenly broken out of his trance when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Since the vibrating was continuous, he realized it was a phone call. He took the cell out of his pocket and read the caller ID out loud.

"James Diamond."

Logan's eyes widened. He stared at the phone for a bit, letting the name flash on and off. He shook his head and quickly flipped the phone open. His body was tense and stiff as he sat up straight on the couch, as if to properly tidy himself. It was silly, because it was just a phone, not a video call, but Logan suddenly felt the need for proper posture.

"H-Hello..?"

"Logan?"

"Hi?"

"Hey! I'm so glad I caught you."

Logan had no idea what to say. That voice sounded even sexier on the phone. He stayed silent, afraid that if he spoke now, his voice would crack in an embarrassing tone.

"Logan? Hello?"

"Ah. Yeah? I'm here." He was right. His voice cracked only slightly, but it was apparently noticeable and James laughed just a little bit.

"Listen. I'm sorry. I called to explain what happened."

"Your mom isn't around?" Logan chuckled out loud at his own comment, but instantly regretted it when James fell silent.

"Yeah…Actually I'm at home right now. Of course Mom is home too, but I'm up in my bedroom. I'll have to be quiet, or she'll get suspicious and want to check in on me…again."

Although it was the first time Logan had heard James' voice over the phone, he could tell that James was feeling pretty down. He suddenly had the urge to soothe whatever was hurting the pretty boy, but wasn't really sure as to what to say. He decided against saying some comforting words at the risk of an awkward moment. He simply asked about his situation, intending to find out more about him and his mother.

"Do you not…want her to check on you?"

"Well, I guess that would go along with my explanation. As you can see from today, my mom can get kind of pushy and…overprotective. It can get really annoying; especially when she's angry. See, today I was supposed to be home by five o'clock. But obviously that wasn't going to happen. So apparently she came looking for me and found me waiting for you at the bus stop. Before I had a chance to explain she already had me in the car. I swear. That anger of hers turns her into a super woman of some kind."

"I guess making you leave without an explanation is kind of… off. But is her overprotectiveness really that bad?"

"You just don't understand, Logan. She's kinda…Well. If you ever met her or knew her, you would understand what I'm talking about. And I don't think she'd be very interested in meeting you."

"Yeah I guess I wouldn't really understand." Logan tried his best to not sound offended. He was trying his best to understand, after all. Typically, Logan would point out that he could never really fully understand anyone but himself but he instead offered some insight on his relationship with his mother to James, in order for him to see that what James' mother was doing was something special; something that not everyone had.

"My mother…Well I love her. But I hardly get any time with her. She doesn't really check in with me either. I've always been free to do what I want, and she has never worried about me at all."

"What I wouldn't give for that."

"I'm jealous of you. I wish my mom had time to care for me and what I do."

"We should switch then!" James exclaimed. Both of the boys started to laugh at the ridiculousness of the idea.

"So do you understand? I thought making you wait until tomorrow morning would be too long. And I felt rude. I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?" James' voice took on a serious tone and Logan smiled. He did the right thing to call instead of make him wait until tomorrow.

"Well, I really don't think I should be forgiving you. Nothing was really your fault, since apparently both times it was your mom who made you disappear. It was my fault really. If I had known you had be home by five…"

"No. That was my fault. I lost track of time. I would've asked you to go home earlier, but we were having so much fun, and I just didn't want it to end. I totally forgot about the time and I take full responsibility. Please! I want you to forgive me. The guilt is killing me over here." James started to sound desperate, his voice straining over the line.

"Goodness James, Of course I forgive you. But I really don't think it was anybody's fault."

"It doesn't matter. As long as you forgive me, I'm glad." Logan could feel James' relief through the phone. They came to an inevitable silence then, not really sure what to say. The two boys could hear each other breathing calmly, both afraid to break the tranquil moment. Before it got too awkward and obvious that there wasn't anything more to say on the topic, Logan cleared his throat.

"So…" James replied to Logan.

"So…"

"So…I'm assuming you got home safely then?"

"Oh. Yeah. Kendall picked me up right after I called."

"That's good. Hopefully he wasn't too angry with me. But most importantly I'm glad you could get home safely."

"Well he was kind of angry. But don't worry, I handled it. He says he'll try to make an effort with you." James sighed and changed the topic of trying to make friends with Kendall. He didn't seem to be in the mood to talk about him.

"If I could, you know I would've done the same. We only have one car right now because mine is in the shop, but maybe I'll sneak my mom's out one day and we could go for a ride."

"I think that'd be fun, but don't sneak the car out! I'll only go if your mother is ok with it."

"Once I get my car back, you don't even need to worry about her being ok with it." James started to boast about how great a driver he was, and how his car would be so nice once it came back from being repaired. He was definitely trying to impress Logan, who was admittedly impressed, but also couldn't help but laugh at James' obvious attempt at flirting.

"What happened to your car anyway?"

"Oh. Well. I got into an accident." James acted as if getting into a car crash was a completely normal event that happened on an everyday basis.

"What? No way!" Logan freaked out.

"What do you mean 'No way!'? I did get into one. I wasn't hurt or anything, thankfully." James chuckled at Logan's reaction. It let him know again that Logan did care, at least to an extent where he didn't want him to die.

"Well…I mean…when did this happen? I didn't see any news on it or anything. We live in a pretty small town. Most everyone would've told me about it." Logan was trying to act calm, but anything that had to do with close encounters with death made him freak out.

"Oh, no. This happened a while back, while I was still living in California. It's a long story. Main point, I'm still alive, and now I've met you. That's all that matters." James didn't seem to want to go into details, and Logan was grateful that it didn't have to come to that.

"Well, I guess if you're ok. That really is all that matter-"

Logan was cut off when the front door knob started to jiggle. Whoever was trying to get in was having a pretty hard time with their key. He asked James if he could hold on for a second who agreed without question. He put the cell phone down onto the couch and got up to see who was at the door. He looked through the peephole and as expected he found his mother struggling to open the door with a few huge bags of groceries on the other arm. He unlocked the door and opened it for his mother who looked up flustered.

"You could've left some groceries for me to bring in."

"I did. There are still some more." Joanna Mitchell left her shoes at the door and rushed into the kitchen to put away the groceries and get away from the cold outside. Logan laughed and walked back to the couch.

"Hello? You still there?"

"I've…waited…so long." James responded with his voice all hoarse and weak, as if he'd been waiting for a century for Logan to return.

"Haha shut up!"

"So who was it?"

"Oh. My mom. She came home early with some groceries."

"7:30 is early from work?"

"7:30? It's only like six. Maybe 6:30."

"No. I'm pretty sure it's 7:30. Unless my cell phone is reading the wrong time zone." James didn't think he was wrong, but he offered that as a possibility, being that his phone was from California. Logan checked his phone for the time; it really was 7:30.

"How could this be? It's 7:30 already? But you called me at like...six. When I got home."

"Time just flies when I'm with you then?"

"I guess so. Wow. It felt like…what? Fifteen minutes? That's crazy. An hour and a half. You're lucky if you get me to talk on the phone for twenty minutes. I usually don't talk on the phone for this long."

"Nah. I'm not lucky. I'm special." Both of the boys laughed.

"Hortense? Who are you talking to? Go and get the groceries and shut the door. It's so cold!" Joanna called from the kitchen.

"Alright! I got it mom!" Logan replied. He put his ear back to the phone.

"I'm assuming you have to go?"

"Yeah, unfortunately."

"Aww. I don't want you to leave!" James whined.

"You're gonna see me tomorrow!" Logan replied.

"That's too long from now."

"Aha, no, it really isn't."

"It is for me."

"I'll see you tomorrow James." Logan called into the phone, and with a grin on his face, he snapped the phone shut.


"So who was that you were talking with on the phone? Was it Kendall?"

Joanna and "Hortense" Mitchell sat together at the small kitchen table located in the dining room right next to the kitchen. All of the groceries were put away and the two were enjoying a late dinner that consisted of canned soup and some fancy store baked bread. Logan would've usually cooked something before his mom got home, but since his mom just got home with the groceries, they had to make do with what little time they had together.

"Oh. No. It was my friend James."

"James? James who?"

"James Diamond. "

"I don't…"

"Yeah, you don't know him. He's a transfer student. I met him like…two days ago. I think."

"Two days ago, and you're already on the phone with him? That's different."

"No wait, scratch that. I meant yesterday. We already know each other so well, it's weird. It doesn't feel like I've known him for only…two days."

"Well I'm glad. He must be a really nice boy if he's able to get you to talk on the phone and forget about helping me. Coming out of your shell a little bit, aren't you?" She complimented her son, patting him on the head and smiling. He smiled back.

"Yeah, I guess I am. What about you? How is work going?"

Joanna took a moment to respond. Logan could tell she was trying to put her words together.

"I don't even know anymore. You know the economy these days, hon. It seems there is no break for a realtor like me out there in the world anymore." Joanna held her forehead in her hands and let out a sigh. Providing for her child and going through a daily grind was getting to her, and it was hard for her to think positively in such a difficult time. All the stress was building up inside, and she just wanted to give up. She wanted to go back to when she was a carefree teenager; like her son. But that was wrong to think. And even if she wished for it, she still wouldn't trade Logan for the world. Logan patted his mother's back and sighed along with his mother. She looked so lost in her thoughts, and it made Logan sad to see her like that. Life was just too hard to live as it was these days. Joanna didn't cry, although she really did want to, and instead looked up towards the ceiling wiping her eyes from the oncoming emotional flooding. She gave another sigh.

"Thank you. My little Hortense."

"…for what?"

"For being…you. I love you so much."

"Love you too, Mom." Logan smiled.

Suddenly, Joanna slammed her hands on the table and smiled directly at her son, giving him a small shock.

"Well! I'm gonna hit the hay. I am so beat from today. You make sure you get to sleep soon, ok? I'm working late tomorrow."

"But it's Friday tomorrow."

"Yeah, I know. Crazy, right? Who goes looking for houses on Fridays? In this economy!" Joanna laughed at her own joke, getting up and carelessly tossing her dish into the sink. She waved as she exited the kitchen and headed up towards her room. Logan laughed and started to clear the table. As he washed both of their dishes and finished cleaning up, he heard the shower turn on, knowing that once his mother finished her shower, she would knock out within a minute.

He cleared the kitchen counter and started to wipe it dry when something under the toaster caught his eye. He grabbed the object and mentally slapped himself when he found that it was his bus pass. He had completely forgotten about it. But then he smiled.

"Thanks to you, I got to know James more, so I guess you're forgiven." Logan scolded the card and then put it into his pocket, finishing the chore. After he finished cleaning he walked towards the living room to where his backpack was. He specifically made sure that he put the bus pass he found again into the front pocket of his backpack and patted it twice to mentally remind himself that he did indeed place it there. He left his backpack in its place by the door and started to head upstairs, but first grabbed his phone that was left on the couch. He opened the door to his quiet and quaint room, and a burst of warm air hit his face. The vent in his room had been left open, so his closed door had trapped all of that flowing warm air inside of the small space. He sighed at the comfortable feel of the room, throwing his cell phone onto his mattress. He made sure to turn the dial that controlled his light slowly, so that his room would slowly brighten up. He decided to keep his lights low and dim, because he wasn't in the mood to be squinting, bombarded with some unnecessary bright light.

"It also saves some money on the electricity bill!" Logan chuckled to himself, satisfied that he could always take the time to save some money. He looked through his dresser for a change of clothes and decided on a t-shirt, some boxer shorts, and some long pajama pants. As he was placing his clothing on, his message tone on his phone rang and he looked over at it. He stared at it for a while and shrugged, deciding to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed first.

He changed out of his thermal and quickly into his sleeping clothes. He grabbed his toothbrush, squeezing out a bit and bringing it up to his mouth. He smiled at the mirror and made faces as he vigorously brushed. He finished and spit, washing out his mouth. He washed his face, not feeling the need to use any face wash and patted it dry. He smiled at himself one more time before heading back to his bedroom and hopping onto his bed. He checked his phone as he curled up into bed. It was a text from James.

"You awake?"

Logan smiled at it. Even the littlest of things could make him happy.

"Yeah. I'm awake. But you might not be. Sorry I took so long to reply."

Logan sent the message and started to get comfortable under the covers. He left the phone in his hand, staring at it and waiting for it to vibrate. It was already ten o'clock at night, and he wasn't really expecting anything back. He was hoping, but he wasn't expecting. After about five more minutes, he started to get tired. He placed the phone next to his pillow and set his alarm. He closed his eyes and started to think about his day. It felt surreal. He imagined himself in James' strong and toned arms again, his breath on his ear, his hand in his own. He started to blush. He was really happy, and despite how fast their relationship and skin ship had progressed, Logan couldn't say that he was uncomfortable with it. It was very uncharacteristic of him to be so open with another person, like he was with James, but it was as James had said before. "I'm special."

His phone started to vibrate. Logan flipped his phone open, and checked the message.

"Can't get rid of me that easily."

Logan chuckled and started to reply.

"I wouldn't ever try to get rid of you. Anyway, shouldn't you be sleeping?" Logan sent the message and a reply came almost instantly.

"Yeah, I guess I should be. But I woke up when you texted me back, and I couldn't help but reply."

"Oh nooooooo, go back to sleeeeeeeeep!" Logan tried to be cute with this message.

"noooooooo wayyyyyy. You sleep first."

"hahaha I really will if you tell me to."

"sorry are you really tired?"

"no, not all that tired. Maybe just a little bit. Are you?"

"just a little bit."

"then should we try to sleep? What time do you usually wake up?"

"Usually…maybe around…6 am? Since I gotta get on the bus at like 6:30"

"6 am? I wake up at like 6:30. And I don't need to leave for the bus until 7:15"

"Well aren't you lucky..! I won't have to wake up this early for long. Remember, I'm gonna get my car back soon."

"lol and then you'll drive to school? Lucky butt."

"I could drive you to school too, if you want."

"lol nooo, that would be too much to ask. I don't want to be a burden or anything."

"Nah. It's not a burden. In fact, yeah. I'm gonna do it. Totally gonna start driving you to school."

"James! I said no. lol"

"Idc. ;)"

"Haha w/e. We should really get to sleep."

"Awwh, so soon?"

"It's 10:30"

"Yeah, I guess it is kinda late."

"it is! And you wake up at 6! So go to sleep, ok?"

"Yeah, ok. I got it…tty tomorrow. 3"

"Ok, goodnight!"

And with that, Logan Mitchell happily fell into slumber with a smile on his face, thinking about how lucky he was to have had met such a charming guy.


Logan struggled to open his eyes. It was suddenly 6:30 and he stretched in his warm bed, not wanting to leave his room. He groaned as he stretched and something fell from his bed onto the floor. He groaned again, stopping his alarm and checking for what the object was. It was his cellphone. He opened it groggily, just to check if there were any messages, although he wasn't expecting any.

"Good Morning! ;)"

He smiled. It was a message from James. It was sent at 6:25, so he expected that James was probably already on the bus. He stretched again and rolled out of bed to prevent himself from falling asleep. He got up and headed toward the bathroom to take his morning shower. He took his shower fairly quickly, and again, didn't bother with bringing any money or packing any lunch. He simply ate a good breakfast, and cleaned himself up. Now that he knew he was going to be seeing James first thing in the morning, he started to pay a little more attention to himself and his appearance. By the time it was 7:10, Logan was already out the door and waiting for the bus. This time he was absolutely sure that he had his bus pass and smiled at it when it was in the pocket that he knew he had put it in. He showed it to the bus driver, the same one from yesterday, who gave him an eyebrow and then let him through. Logan walked carefully through the aisles, looking for James, but trying not to make it too obvious. James chuckled and waved his arm. Again, he was way in the back of the bus and Logan smiled when he found him. He sat down next to the pretty boy and the smiled at each other.

"Good Morning James!"

The rest of the bus ride seemed fairly short as Logan and James got lost in their idle chatter. Students and civilians alike would board the bus and both boys wouldn't even notice. They both paid all of their attention to each other in a subtle manner. When the bus came to the stop at Palm Woods High, Logan stood up and James followed after, grabbing his hand. They walked together, ignoring some of the stares that they got for being so open. When they entered the front doors, they were both greeted by Camille. She, her usually cheerful self, greeted them both with a kiss on the cheek. James blushed at the sudden display of affection, and Logan chuckled at the embarrassed boy.

"I'm gonna go grab some stuff from my locker, I'll see you in class?" Logan asked James, more confirming that he was going to leave rather than confirming that he was going to see the boy in class. James simply nodded and let go of his hand. Logan wiggled his fingers; they suddenly felt very empty. He shrugged and nodded back to James who was already starting towards Economics and walked down the hall towards his locker with Camille.

Logan let his shoulders fall and Camille noticed his sudden fall in stature.

"Uhh, what's wrong?"

"Huh? Nothing. Why?" Logan replied looking at Camille as he started switching books and folders in and out of his backpack.

"Well, you suddenly dropped your shoulders, and I just thought…I don't know. I guess you look kinda tired."

"I guess I am a little more tired than I thought. It's funny, when I'm with James, I don't feel like this at all."

Camille suddenly jammed her elbow into Logan's side and smiled.

"What! Suddenly get a boyfriend, and I'm kicked to the curb now, huh? I'm too boring so I make you tired now, huh?" Camille jammed her elbow in harder, just where Logan was ticklish, making him laugh as she maniacally smiled and joked.

"Ok, ok! I get it Camille! I'm sorry." Logan tried to get her to stop, but she wouldn't let up until she felt her punishment was dealt. When she finally stopped, Logan gave her a glare and she shrugged.

"You deserved it!" She smiled.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Logan laughed and they headed to Economics together. Camille drifted off to her seat and he headed towards his. This time, James sat properly in his seat and gave Logan a charming smile. The class instantly quieted down, waiting to see what antics James and Logan would get into today. Logan sensed the sudden quiet and turned around to see all eyes on them. He raised and eye brow and most of his classmates went back to minding their own business. James took out the notebook that he bought yesterday with Logan and made a big deal out of taking it out.

"Oh wow, look at this notebook you helped me get. Jesus, I've never seen such a perfect notebook in my life. Damn, this is a good looking notebook." He fanned through the pages, making a scene, and Logan only laughed at how ridiculous he sounded. Just then, Kelly walked in through the classroom door, and the class paid all attention to her. She smiled to her class.

"Good morning, everyone!"

"Good morning, Ms. Wainwright!" The class said simultaneously, albeit lazily, and Kelly started the class, continuing with the notes from the day before.

Maybe it was because it was a Friday and all of the students were excited for the weekend, but whatever the reason, this time when Kelly ended the notes most of the students were actually awake. She also ended the notes about fifteen minutes early, to inform everyone about the project, just as she said she would yesterday.

"So this project will count for about 15% of your grade, so make sure you work really hard on it. You get one partner, and I'm going to give you a time span of about three weeks to work on it, so you need to make sure you make these weeks count. I guarantee you that if you procrastinate on this project, you will not be able to finish, so be the good students I know you are, and try your best!"

Kelly went on to explain the contents of the project, and what they should do. Basically, in order for her students to understand economics and how the market worked better, she wanted her students to pair up and create something totally new. They had to act as entrepreneurs and "sell" their product to the class. Be persuasive, and include all their economic terms that they have learned within the papers and posters that they'll be presenting. The class got excited at the thought of working in pairs and they all started to pair up immediately after Kelly was done explaining the project. Logan turned around as soon as their teacher was done talking and gave James a smirk. James smiled at him.

"So..uh..Mr. Mitchell. Wanna be my partner for this project?"

"Hmmm…." Logan pretended to ponder for a while, as if it was something he had to think about. James pouted, playing along.

"Please! I'm so new and so confused! Perhaps you could help me, since you're soooo smart!" James flattered Logan unnecessarily and Logan responded with a blush and a smile.

"Yep. I am pretty smart, that is for sure. I guess I am gonna have to help the new kid then." Logan shrugged. James held a fist in the air with a big smile, as if he had won a prize in a raffle, making Logan laugh. The bell rang and the class packed everything up. They all started to head towards their next period in a quick fashion. Camille approached the two boys with her bag in tow.

"I'm assuming you guys are gonna be partners, right?"

"Yep. I gotta help him. He's so new and so confused." Logan mimicked James' pout from earlier and the three of them laughed.

"So I'll see you guys at lunch then!" James said, walking towards his math class and both Camille and Logan nodded with a yes. They then also walked towards their second period together, out of James' sight.

As James walked into his Ms. Collins' classroom, he was met with the intimidating gaze of Kendall Knight. James' smile faded into a neutral expression and he nodded his head, unsure of what to say. He suddenly felt very awkward. He didn't want to feel awkward, but he couldn't help it. Surprisingly, Kendall broke the silence first.

"Good morning."

"Er…Good morning."

They continued to stare at each other in the awkward air, and James let out a big sigh of defeat. It was going to take a while for them to become friends. He then walked away to his desk and started to take out his book and notes to be ready for class to start. Ms. Collins, who was usually typing away at her computer until it was time for class to start, suddenly stood up. James' eyes followed her as she walked to the front of the class. She was going to make an announcement.

"Ok class, looks like James Diamond isn't the only new student coming in this semester." Ms. Collins directed a smile towards James. "Mr. Garcia, please introduce yourself."

James heard some clutter in the desk behind him, and suddenly realized that the even newer kid that Ms. Collins was talking about was sitting right behind him. He turned around and his eyes met with those of a cute, energetic brown color. The short-ish latino boy smiled as he stood, patting the helmet on his head.

"Hi everyone! My name is Carlos Garcia!"