Thought: If you read my story, Doll, you're aware that that is my problem story. This, somehow, is slowly but surely becoming my problem story.

I forgot to mention this in my Juicy update, if you read that, I mean, but when I first started Weak, I had already thought of starting Juicy. I considered them my 'new' stories, and I wanted one of them to be slash. I didn't know which one, but only one.

And I've changed my mind about which one. With the way things have progressed, this is no longer slash at all, and Juicy is. I'm sorry if this changes anyone's mind about reading this story, but I just don't think I can make this into a slash with how things turned out. They're like brothers way too much, I think. Again, I'm sorry if this changes anything and I'm sorry if you're disappointed.


Logan didn't mind the fact that his face was smashed into a mirror. He didn't mind the fact that he'd have a small scar on his forehead to go with the ones he already had. It was safe to say he was more mad about the fact that he was too weak to defend himself than he was about the battle wound.

Cuts turn to scars, and apparently, with Neosporin at the proper time, can fade. But your pride is forever. Your dignity is forever. And what you think about yourself, that's forever.

And Logan had lost what little respect he'd had for himself because he couldn't stick up for himself.

He, unfortunately, was kind of mad at his friends. He knew they meant well, really. He knew they were protective, and didn't want him to get hurt. He knew how caring they were, and he knew they'd react the way they did. It was no surprise. Yet it still irked him that they knew he was too weak to fight his own battles.

Carlos, however, knew about his brother's pride. He knew that Logan hated being weak, but he also believed that Logan wasn't choosing to be strong. It was pissing him off, actually, to see his brother struggle with something like this. Logan had always remained strong in front of Carlos for the purpose of being strong in front of Carlos. But the pale boy jumped at the opportunity of letting himself become consumed by weakness. Carlos wasn't stupid, he knew.

Whenever Kendall was around, he allowed it. Whenever James was near, he allowed it. Because he had protection, something he spent most of his life believing he had, only to have that ripped away the minute the protector killed the babies.

What kind of protector kills babies?

Kendall and James, Logan trusted them. He trusted them the first day he met them and he'd struggled with trust issues. He didn't know that that hurt Carlos more than not being protected. Carlos could hold his own but that didn't stop him from being Logan's little brother.

Logan studied his new scar intently in the mirror. He scrutinized it's details, where it was more deep, where it was more thin. How it will look once it's completely healed and as faded as it will ever be. It wouldn't be so bad, he thought. He's had worse.

He jumped when he heard a knock on the door, and turned to see his fourteen year old brother standing there. "Whatcha doing?" he asked innocently.

"There's only so many things you can do in a bathroom, Carlos."

"Does that mean you were masturbating? Because I can go get the -"

"No, I wasn't masturbating!" Logan shot. "I was just looking…at… you know… myself, ahem."

"Oh!" Carlos said. "I do that, too, Logan." He went over to the mirror, got real close, and started picking at a small skin blemish on the side of face. "I'm hot, right?" Carlos asked, still looking at himself. When he got no reply, he turned and looked desperately at his brother. "Right?"

Logan laughed. "Whatever you say, man."

"Logan! It's not funny. I mean-"

"Did someone say something to you?" Logan asked, assuming someone had called his brother ugly. He figured it was safe to think that, giving the circumstance.

"No," Carlos said with a shrug, clearly completely confused and oblivious to what Logan was thinking. "I'm just saying. Like, I'm hot right?"

Logan rolled his eyes, annoyed, and left the bathroom, heading downstairs to the kitchen. Carlos was quick to follow, and he jumped up on the counter. "Will you make me noodles?"

"You can't make them yourself?"

"PLEASE!"

"Sh, mom's sleeping."

So, the latino whispered, "Please make me noodles Logie!"

Logan sighed but pulled out a small pan and a package of noodles and started preparing lunch for his brother, despite the younger being perfectly capable of doing that on his own. "We've got practice today with the guys," Logan reminded. "After that, our asses are getting to the library, because your grade in history is disgusting."

Carlos sighed. "I just can't remember it all!"

"You don't have to. You just have to remember enough to maintain a B. So cut this D minus shit out, alright? I'm gonna help you. We'll find your niche; that mnemonic device."

"Uhhh, nooma what now?"

"The trick that'll help you get it."

"Ohh, right, yeah. Numeric device."

The day went as planned; Carlos and Logan met up with Kendall and James at the hockey rink, the four of them and four other guys from their team practicing for their upcoming game. It was a rough match of four on four; James captain of one team, Kendall the other. From the beginning, it was going to be a tough game.

James had Carlos, which meant he had the best goalie; how the hell were they going to get the puck past him? Kendall had Logan, which meant he had the speed; how the hell were they going to get a puck from him when he got it? James also didn't know if his game plan could beat Kendall's. It's no secret that the leader was full of surprises.

It was a tough match, but once Callaghan knocked Kendall down, it was pretty much downhill from there for that team. Logan's skate was loose, Kendall's knee was hurting, and their goalie sucked. There was really no way for them to win at this point, they were a point behind to a game up to seven. James's team had one more point till victory.

Kendall was disgusted by his loss. He was so competitive, losing always ticked him off. So, he immediately opted out of the library (despite it sounding just riveting), and went home, to his basement, to punch the punching bag for a few hours. James, too opted out of going to the library, just because, "I don't want to," and the brothers were left to go alone. But, they kind of saw it coming.

Logan helped Carlos study, and found the mnemonic device. "Carnegie is like the captain, right? And Rockefeller is the captain of his rival team. They were competitors working towards the same philanthropic goal. They both wanted to be the best in the oil industry. Got it?"

Carlos had become really excited about understanding the majority of that. The one thing that he didn't quite grasp was what hell 'philanthropic' meant, but the rest seemed so stupidly easy that he wanted to slap himself for not getting it sooner.

Things were going quite smoothly, as they won their game and Carlos finally got his grade up to the B his brother expected of him. After their win, the entire team went to the pizza parlor to, obviously, eat pizza. The coach's treat, of course. It was Friday, so after the game and pizza, Logan, Carlos, James and Kendall all headed to Kendall's for the inevitable sleep over. They didn't get home till about eleven or so, with the game having started at seven, and not ending till a little after nine.

Mrs. Knight and Katie had watched the game, but they didn't go to the pizza place with the team. Katie's friend was sleeping over, which she usually did since Kendall and the guys didn't let her hang out with them often, and she got bored, too. Mrs. Knight, with all these friggin kids, did not have time for her friends on the weekends.

James was sniffling, and Mrs. Knight was not amused by this. "You're making him spend too much time on the ice," she said, in her pink bathrobe and fuzzy black slippers, one hand on James's forehead, the other hand pointing at her son.

Kendall shrugged. "He's fine. You're fine, right James?"

James nodded, swatting Mrs. Knight away. "I'm fine," he said.

"You're sniffling!" she accused.

"Yeah, yeah, the sniffles," James said, shrugging it off, urging the woman to leave. The boys hung around in the living room, draped over furniture. Kendall in his chair, Logan and James on opposite sides of the couch, and Carlos took his usual spot on the coffee table while they all watched Youngblood and ate snacks.

The next morning, Logan decided he and Carlos were going to leave a little earlier than usual, in hopes to get some mom time in before she had to work, and they were lucky enough to. Nettie smiled at her boys as they entered the apartment. Their eyes were tired, and so were hers, but she we happy to see them, and they were happy to see her.

"Good morning," she greeted them. "How was sleep over?"

"Great," Carlos said, "It always, is, you know. But we won the game last night! Yeah! The other team literally only scored one goal and I blocked, like, eight. Was it eight, Loges?"

"It was four, buddy," Logan said.

"Close enough. And we went to pizza, and Mama Knight went to bed early and I had a lot of cookies and ice-cream, even though Logan told me not to, I had like, half the cookies, but they were so good, I couldn't stop eating them! I just couldn't. But it's okay because I didn't throw up, but James has the sniffles."

His mother smiled at him, expecting the mouthful of words and quick run on sentences from her now youngest. "I'm so proud of you," she praised, then looked at Logan. "I'm proud of you."

Logan wasn't as amused as Carlos was by this statement, but he sucked it up nonetheless. It was rare for them to see their mother for more than an hour in a day, so they liked to hear her praise them. They liked to hear her tell them she loves them, because they were never sure which time would be the last time.

"Mom?" Logan asked, mustering up all the courage he had in him.

"Hmm?"

Logan hesitated a moment, but then, decided to just say it, and quickly. "Mom, I want to meet my real father."

Carlos looked at Logan, his eyes wide. "…I want to see my real dad again."

Logan looked at his brother, almost shocked, but, instead of opposing, he said, "…me too."

And Antonia thought her heart exploded.


Note: That was reaaaaaaaaaallly bad. Like, that was honestly the worst chapter ever. and I'm terribly sorry. My excuse is that I miss CheekyBrunette so much that I just suck way worse than what I usually do. I want her back now. This isn't going to be much longer, just because I can no longer stand it. It's weird because I used to love it. Now I love Juicy, and I hate this, almost as much as I hate Doll, which is A LOT.

And, if you haven't already, go buy Demi Lovato's new single, Skyscraper off of iTunes. She's the love of my life, no joke, and the song is incredible.

So, thanks for reading. (: