Oh my gosh. Katie= *punch* I'm shy okay? I loved the whole thing with her and then James and his adorable worrying! EEEEEEP! So cute! I'm, I'm watching it right now, and seizuring cause I'm in love. I vow on my life to do some wonderful protective brotherly moments with the guys and Katie. I would be ashamed if I didn't.
I thought I would hate Peggy, but she's so cute! I accept her. With every new character, I think I'll hate them, but end up loving them! CAMILLE! I WILL STINKING RIP YOUR THROAT OUT! DIIIIIIIIIEEEEE! SAME WITH YOU JO AND CANDY AND MEGAN! Why were they even that mad? And second of all, what kind of name is Steve anyway? Dude, even if you had the SLIGHTEST chance with Logan, why the heck would you opt for some gross Steve guy and crush is fragile heart? Gah!
I WOULD SO SEE KISS AND TELL WITH CARLOS! He's perfect. Like, even if he did everything he did to all those girls during speed dating, I would totally date him anyway, even if I didn't know him like I do.
Guys. I love them. Oh my gosh, I could cry I love them so hard!
The boys shared awkward glances before walking through the doors. The classroom smelled like sharpened pencils and "NEW CRAYONS!" yelled Carlos finding his desk and ripping it open. He opened the box and brought it up to his nose, inhaling and crossing his eyes.
Logan found his seat next to James, but Carlos and Kendall were in two different corners. The two friends shrugged it off easily, knowing they'd still get to play and work together, but Logan was a different story.
"What if no one likes me? What if they make fun of me? What if they hurt me?" he sniffled, fighting off tears and trying to be brave like his friends.
Kendall's stomach churned. He hated to see his friend so upset with no power to do anything about it. He was six years old, but even Kendall Knight knew no kid should worry about being hurt on his first day at school. Or ever, actually. He gulped, floundering, but luckily James helped him out.
"You've got me, silly!" he exclaimed, clapping Logan on the back and dragging him over to their seats.
The teacher's name was Mrs. Andrycowski, and although she was fresh into her career, she recognized our favorite foursome as the problem group. Maybe it was something about the way Carlos never took off his helmet and ran through desks and people. It could have been the way James was too busy with his comb to ever actually listen to her. It very well might have been how Kendall just looked at her and laughed when she gave a "stupid" order. And something about the way Logan kept his head down yet snickered at his friends absurdity made her wonder if his supposedly genius little mind had been driven to insanity over the summer.
Of course, we know Carlos is just rambunctious, and James is just vain in a cute way, Kendall's just stubborn, and Logan's just a smart kid who's learning to have fun, but that didn't mean they weren't a dangerous team.
Despite all the misconceptions and oddness of the four boys, class went by smoothly, until around twelve 'o clock, when snack time came.
It wasn't Mrs. Andrycowski's fault. She hadn't known that's what they were serving in the cafeteria that day.
It wasn't the lunch lady's fault. She didn't know how the boys dealt with things like this.
It wasn't the boys' faults. They didn't know what their actions would result in.
You've probably guessed it by now. It was mystery stew day in the cafeteria. Exactly. Not mystery meat, my lovely readers, but mystery stew. It's when they take all the left over from who knows when and stick it in a pot, forming the most horrifying of all school lunches. It was a tradition at the boys' elementary school. Something about clearing out the previously stuffed walk-in freezer to make room for the boxes of tater tots and hot dogs they were going to load in. All four's mouths watered at the thought.
"I can't eat this," James said disgustedly looking down at his plate. "My mommy says, 'you are what you eat,' and I don't wanna be this," he explained with a frown, glaring at his tray.
"Well, neither can I. It's gross." With that, Kendall picked up his tray and headed over to the empty lunch line. His friend followed reluctantly, close behind. He slammed his "food" onto the glass sneeze shield. "Hello?" he yelled for assistance. A big, old, nasty woman came out from the kitchen. Along with her, came the horrid scent of sweat and raw meat. The three boys behind Kendall clutched their throats, gasping for fresh air.
"What?" she grunted. The odor of her rotten breath made oxygen even more difficult to obtain, but Kendall held his ground.
"This?" he said, pointing to his stew, "is gross. Get me something else."
At this point, Mrs. Andrycowski noticed the boys' showdown with the lunch lady and took the opportunity to leave for the teachers' lounge.
"No," she grumbled in her unnatural, deep voice. Kendall's face squinched up, turning a violent shade of red. He grabbed his tray and thrust upward, gooping the horrid woman's face. She clawed at her eyes to see, but the vile beast somehow tripped over a loose shoe string and fell, bumping her head on the counter.
Silence fell upon the cafeteria. The other students looked aghast, but Kendall smiled to himself, claiming victory.
Suddenly, a large groan emerged from the floor on the other side of the counter. The giant lunch lady stood up, and lunged for Kendall's throat.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is where I must leave you, for I'm legally binded in a confidentiality contract. Needless to say, there were lawsuits.
Guys, I've been sort of putting this off. THEY GROW UP SO FAST! My friends are wondering why I've been an emotional wreck the past couple days. "Cheeky, are you okay?" they asked as I stared, distressed, at my computer screen. "Yes, yes, I'm fine!" I wailed, "Just leave me be!"
Yo, people. I have plans for Valentine's day for this lovely little thing. REGARDLESS of where I am in this story, I vow to have a lovey story about BTR as kids and some crush of some form. They should at least be in second grade. I could start crying. I don't want them to grow up.
Bros, I've been trying to make the chapter titles as blatanly obvious as possible. I hate when you want to find the one shot of the boys fishing, but there are six stories named "Scales and Tales" that have nothing to do with each other. Well… That doesn't happen, but you feel me.
PS! If ya'll like Logan angst I've started a new book. Ugh, a another project. That one won't be updated as often though, cause I'm emotionally attached to this one.
Next: the first installment of 101 ways to bug your teacher. I'll do one every now and then...