Hey y'all! First of all, Big Time Rush was on Good Morning America! Oh my goodness.

I screamed when they came on.

I screamed and was so happy.

When they said tour I lost my mind.

And now I might buy the BTR membership just to get the presale tickets?

I am elated.

This was a request by JustBeingMe (Guest) which I obviously had to write because I have some odd fascination with Logan in grocery stores.

Happy reading! Enjoy!

It was either too cold to go outside and shovel snow, or they were too tired and lazy to get up.

There's no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothes.

Logan had heard that somewhere, he's not sure where, but he chooses to ignore it.

There was such a thing as a warm blanket, and hot chocolate, and a cheerful assortment of bingeable Christmas movies. And right now, that seemed like the much better option to take.

He always hated shoveling snow, especially since it took him much longer than his other friends, on account of the fact that he had an extreme lack of upper body strength. He could hardly lift the shovel alone, much less with pounds of snow piled on top of it.

When Mrs. Knight walked into the living room, blocking the screen (currently, the Griswold family Christmas tree was breaking the house) Logan knew that his time lying comfortably on the couch, inside the warm house, was over.

"Mom!" Kendall complained, when she wouldn't budge after a full minute. Mrs. Knight glared.

"Mom," Kendall tried again, careful. "You're blocking the screen."

"You've seen this movie one-thousand times, you can spare me two minutes."

Kendall is silent. The two minutes were being spared.

"Boys, would any of you mind going to the grocery store?" Mrs. Knight asked. "I think I might have forgotten to pick up a few things for Christmas dinner, and if I don't get started on that turkey tonight—"

Carlos shot up immediately. He loved Mrs. Knight's Christmas turkey. "I'll do it, Mama Knight!"

Mrs. Knight nods at him, but looks at the three remaining boys sinking into the couch. "Kendall?"

"Mom, if I go, the boss is going to give me the Christmas Eve shift, when I just got back, and already have a job. Being in a band."

She sighed. "He wouldn't do that."

Kendall nodded fiercely at her. "He would. I nominate Logan!"

"I nominate Logan!" James echoed from his spot on the couch.

Mrs. Knight turned to him. "Logan?"

He really, really, really just wanted to relax on the couch, just this one time. But Mrs. Knight needed someone, and it was rude to refuse people, and it would be a terrible publicity stunt if Carlos wreaked havoc in this grocery store.

He smiled at her, untangling himself from the warm pile of blankets he had buried himself under. "Of course. Do you have a list?"

She handed over one, which Logan scanned quickly. It would be a short trip, there were only a few things on the list. He wouldn't have to be out in the cold so long, and he could return to his blankets in roughly thirty minutes.

He could live thirty minutes away from the couch. Thirty minutes from the warm house.

He needed to make this a quick thirty minutes.

—

Nothing was ever quick when it needed to be with Carlos. Except, miraculously, this grocery store run. Carlos really wanted that turkey.

Logan should've known something was going to go wrong.

He already didn't like being in this grocery store. It wasn't typical that he would be here, since Kendall wasn't working, and Logan only ever got groceries when Kendall was working. Kendall wasn't working, Logan knew that. Kendall was still comfortably reclining, relaxing on the couch with James, watching Christmas movies. He would much rather be there, but he was not.

He was in the middle of the grocery store, having forgotten where everything was. The manager of the place always liked to change the location of half the products they carried. That must have happened recently, since he could see some other confused shoppers alongside him staring up at the overhead aisle boards, trying to determine where to go next.

He knew that these other shoppers were slowly disappearing into the nearby aisles. But he stood still.

He locked eyes with someone. He knew that face. He had seen that face before. He just wasn't sure how he knew this guy.

He knew he knew him.

He couldn't look away.

This guy took a step forward, and Logan knew.

He was frozen, his hands tightly gripping the handle of the shopping cart. He was obstructing the natural traffic flow of the store, he could hear people muttering for him to get out of the way as they pushed past him.

"Logan?" Carlos asked, turning back around, glancing at him over his shoulder. He was a few feet ahead in the canned foods aisle. "Is this enough—hey, Logan."

Carlos placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, letting the small cans of whatever he had picked up fall into the cart. He followed Logan's unwavering, petrified stare. There was some guy coming towards them, who raised his hand to wave. Logan flinched.

"Logan," Carlos repeated, prying his hands off the cart handlebar. He took Logan's wrist, leading him into the aisle. He secured his grip tighter when Logan nearly crashed into a shelf, spilling a whole stack of canned diced tomatoes to the floor.

"You don't need to look over there," he said. "Okay? What's next on the list?"

Carlos reached for the grocery list in Logan's hand. It was easy to read Mrs. Knight's handwriting, even from far away. Next on the list was cereal. It wasn't a Christmas food, but not all of the groceries were. He handed the list back to Logan.

"What's next on the list?" he asked again, dragging Logan further down the aisle. This guy had stopped waving, and was going in another direction. Hopefully Logan would be okay once he couldn't see him anymore.

Carlos recognized the guy too, he just couldn't place it. He shook his head.

"Cereal," Logan said, flinching again.

Carlos tried not to glance behind him again. "Yes, cereal! What cereal do you want, Logan? I wish they made a Fruit Smackers cereal, I would get that if they made it."

Logan grimaced. "That sounds awful."

"No, it doesn't."

Carlos grabbed his wrist again, dragging him down towards the cereal aisle. He handed the grocery list back to Logan, clapping him in the back.

"Please find me that Fruit Smackers cereal."

"It doesn't exist."

"Yes it does! Find it!"

"Why can't you?" Logan complained. He was busy rearranging the items in the cart, using some system Carlos could not decipher.

"Because I'm going to the bathroom."

Logan gagged, retching especially violently for it all being fake. The bag of apples in his hand slamming down to the bottom of the cart. "You're going to use a public bathroom."

Carlos nodded, tapping his helmet. "Kendall says its mostly clean."

"Mostly."

Logan's remark has fallen on deaf ears.

—

He is concerned about Carlos's overall health, hygiene and safety. Which, due to Carlos's decision to use the public bathroom, is jeopardized. However, Logan's biggest concern is the fact that this person that he most definitely knows is approaching him, and Logan knows how he knows him.

He backs up into a shelf, swearing as boxes of cereal crashed to the floor.

"Logan Mitchell?" the guy says, a small laugh escaping him. "I haven't seen you around in a while."

Logan nodded, kneeling down to fix this mess of cereal that exploded all over the aisle. He's making it worse, and it was only one box to begin with, but now each little cereal piece is crushed into a powder, streaking the ground.

"You're in LA now, right? That band?"

Logan nodded again. He needed to find Carlos, and apologize for not finding the hypothetical Fruit Smackers cereal, and go back to Kendall's house.

"Big Time Rush."

For the third time, Logan nodded.

For the second time, the guy laughed. "Not much has changed then. Still quiet."

Logan nodded yet again, biting down on his lip. He did not want to be here, he did not need to be here, and how pathetic could he possibly get, getting beat up in the cereal aisle by some stupid middle school bully?

"But you could scream. I remember that. And you could kick."

Logan remembers too, exactly what this guy is talking about.

He remembers how easily he was lifted off the bench. He remembers how easily those three guys carried him away, lifted him up to the basketball hoop, and hung him there by his underwear. He remembers kicking and screaming and crying. He remembers waking up in the nurse's office, in the middle of his mother having a conversation with the principal He had made the stupis mistake of talking, interrupting the conversation he did not hear enough of.

He remembers how his mother did not speak to him once they got home. He remembers how she talked on the phone, but hung up. And he remembers how they both cried.

"I kept trying to aim for your foot, just to see what would happen."

Logan kicks the damaged cereal box away. He scowls as more cereal crunches under his foot.

"Logan, I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

He doesn't believe it. They tormented him until he was nothing more than a hysterical freakshow.

"I was really stupid when we were younger. I don't even know why I kept hurting you. It was just—"

The guy clears his throat, and Logan wants to slam his head into the shelf.

"Stupid."

"Yeah," Logan agrees.

He doesn't trust himself to say anything else.

The cereal crunches under his foot again, and he turns. He makes accidental eye contact.

This guy's eyes are shining.

"It's okay," Logan says. "You don't need to—"

"Hey!"

Carlos had launched himself onto the guy's back.

"Carlos!"

Logan tried to grab his arms to pull him down, but he was stubborn. He pulled harder, sighing in exasperation.

"Carlos, please."

Carlos slid off, shooting a glare in the guy's direction. "Don't—"

"He didn't do anything! He didn't say anything!"

The guy opts for a friendly wave in Carlos's direction, who only narrows his eyes, his gaze lingering. Then, Carlos turns back to Logan, a smile on his face.

"Are you sure?"

Logan, for perhaps the sixth time, nodded. "Yeah."

"Because my dad is just a phone call away."

"I'm fine, Carlos."

Carlos takes his wrist again, briefly glancing down at the crushed cereal at Logan's feet. "Logan, what—"

"Nothing. Checkout."

"Okay."

Carlos begins to push the cart down back through the aisle, towards the empty register area. The cashier is not Kendall, and looks bored as Logan starts to go through his process of placing the various food items on the conveyor belt.

Logan stops, looking behind him.

The guy is still there.

"Don't touch anything," Logan mutters to Carlos, while making his way back over.

The guy looks up at him (down, really, since Logan is shorter) and half-smiles.

"Thank you for apologizing," Logan blurts quickly. "Really. Um, Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Logan."