A/N: So this chapter is gonna give you more of an outlook on what went on in Logan's life. I do realize that I skipped over kindergarten, this goes straight into first grade. I figured, since kindergarten is sort of like preschool, I could skip it and put them in first grade. It'd be easier. And I understand that this isn't that great, I'm really trying, believe me. Things are a little rough right about now, but I'm really trying my hardest. I really appreciate everything you guys say, all your words of encouragement really keep me going. I love you all. Thank you.

"Logan, can you come in here for a minute, sweetheart?"

Six year old Logan Mitchell bounded from the stairs into the kitchen, where his mom stood, in front of the kitchen sink, washing the dirty dishes from dinner. He smiled, walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her. "Yes, mommy?"

"Sweetie, sit down, I wanna talk to you for a minute."

Logan unhooked his arms, looking up at her with a confused look on his face. He pulled the chair out from under the table, jumping up onto it, kicking his feet back and forth, his mind buzzing with things that he could've done wrong. His mom wiped her soapy hands on the dish towel, smiling a little at his worried form. "Honey, relax, you're not in trouble."

"I-I'm not?"

"No, Logie. I just want to talk to you." She knelt down in front of him, taking his small hands into hers. She smiled weakly, her face looking more drained than usual. "Logan, do you remember when your father died?"

Logan cocked his head a little, confused, and a little surprised. He didn't remember much. But one thing he did know, was that unless a quick mention of the word 'dad' or 'daddy' here or there, him and his mother never spoke of him. "No."

She sighed, picking him up from under his arms, hoisting him up, as his legs wrapped around her mid-section. She walked him upstairs, into her bedroom, sitting down with him on the bed. "I know you're still really young, honey, and you probably won't understand much about what I'm going to tell you. But I really need you to know this. I'm going to try and tell you in words that you can understand."

"Mommy…?" his voice swayed slightly, scared of what was going to be told.

"The night that daddy died, me and daddy got into a really big fight. You don't remember the fight, because James' mommy came to pick you up so you and James could go play hockey. Do you remember that night?"

He had to think back. The memory came, some parts clear, some parts fuzzy. But it was a memory that he never forgot. It was a memory with James.

"Yeah, Jamie said that his mommy wanted us to play hockey, and she promised to take us out for ice cream after. Then I spent the night at Jamie's house."

She smiled sadly, pulling him closer into her chest. "I had called Mrs. Diamond to come get you, because I knew your father and I were going to fight. Daddy had…been with someone else besides me, he had been kissing another girl without me knowing about it. See, Logan, when you love somebody, you don't kiss another person. But Daddy did. And I was very upset. So I asked James' mommy to come get you, so you didn't have to see it."

Logan sat, shocked. He couldn't really comprehend what was being told to him, not that he really wanted to. What six year old would? But he tried to understand.

"Daddy came home that night and we both got really, really mad. And we both…said some really mean things. I told Daddy that I didn't want to be married anymore, and he said he was okay with that. I got even more mad, and told him to leave the house, and he did."

"So how did Daddy die?"

"Shh," she pressed a finger to his lips, quieting him, "Daddy left the house, and he was driving really fast. You're not supposed to drive when you get mad. Because then you can't focus on the road. And Daddy swerved, and he hit a tree. There was a lot of blood, Logan, and the doctors couldn't s-save him."

Logan watched as his mothers eyes watered up, and tears spilled over and down her flushed cheeks. It was something new, he'd never seen his mother cry. At least, he never knew mommies cried. Mommy was a superhero. Mommy always made everything better. Your mom was the one who gave you the special crayola band aid when you fell and scraped your knee on the sidewalk. She was the person who made you cookies just to tell you she loved you. But nobody ever told him that Mommy was hurting. That your mommy had a broken heart. Nobody ever told him that.

So he did the one thing he could think to do. When you fall and hurt your arm, or get laughed at because the other kids in school think your drawing is 'stupid', and you come home crying, Mommy gives you a hug and a kiss, and the worries go away. So he wrapped his small arms around her, leaning up, giving her cheek a small kiss. She looked down, a smile creeping onto her lips. In return, she kissed the top of his head, wrapping her arms tighter around him, wondering how in the world she deserved such a wonderful and loving son like Logan Mitchell.

James sat excitedly in his seat, next to Kendall and Carlos, clearly more than happy to be starting first grade with his best friends. He glanced up at the door, smiling even wider when he watched Logan walk into the room. He failed to see the disheveled appearance to him, as Logan sat beside James, resting his head on his desk, waiting for their teacher. "Hi Logie! Aren't you so excited, we're finally in first grade!" At first, he got no response. After a few seconds, Logan peeked at James from behind the hood of his sweatshirt. "Oh. Yeah, I'm psyched."

"What's wrong Logie? You look-"

Before James could finish his sentence, their teacher walked in, a bright smile on her face. She began taking attendance, as James reached into his backpack and pulled out his shiny new notebook and a new pencil, ripping a new piece of paper out. He scribbled on it, and slid it discreetly to the desk next to him, under Logan's hood. Logan sat up, wiping the sleep from his eyes, and opened the note.

You okay?

Logan sighed, reaching back around him, into his pencil case. He clicked his pen when he found it, writing something back to James, and passing it over.

Not really.

James looked over, watching Logan put his head in his hands, turning his face away from them as the teacher passed their desks. James slid the note into his desk, waiting for her to leave. He watched, as she explained to the group that since they'd all sat together, they'd all be assigned to work together, like all the other groups in the class. They smiled, agreeing without thought, as she walked back to the next set of kids. James took the note back out, continuing to write on it again, then passing it over.

What's wrong, Logie?

Logan sighed before writing back a long response, and passing it back.

Look, don't tell Kendall and Carlos. But a few nights ago, my mom told me about what happened to my dad. It was terrible James. Nobody ever told me that mommies cry. Nobody told me that. Nobody told me that I can't do anything to make my mommy feel better.

James looked over at Logan, who bit on his lip to suppress the tears. He sighed, looking back at Kendall and Carlos who were in a very heated conversation about Carlos' pack of 96 crayons that his mom had bought him. Glad that they weren't paying attention, James slid the note back.

Logie, please don't cry.

I'm not gonna cry.

Logie. It's okay.

It's not okay, Jamie It will never be okay.

Logie, it will be okay. I know it will.

Jamie …

Before Logan could write anything more, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his body. He relaxed a little, feeling someone's hand rub his back in small circles, soothing him. He looked over at James, who had his head rested comfortably on Logan's shoulder. Logan smiled, biting on his lip to hold in his tears, turning slightly to wrap his arms around James. And as he allowed one single tear to slip from his eyes down his cheek, he was more than grateful that he had a best friend like James Diamond.

So I'm not exactly sure that I made it clear in the first chapter or anything, but there won't be any love triangles or anything like that. What I'm doing, is the friendships that were together in the beginning, are staying friendships. Kendall/Carlos and Logan/James are NOT going to be couples in future chapters.

However. This story will eventually go from a K+ rating, up to T, and eventually, into M. I do plan on making this story slash, and it will eventually be a Kendall/James and Carlos/Logan. You'll see as their friendship builds, and they start getting older, their feelings will become more visible, but that won't happen until at LEAST 8th grade. When the hormones start flying. You know. THAT whole thing.

So yes. I hope you all liked that little James/Logan friendship at the end. I needed to add it. I thought it was too cute to resist. Reviews are absolute LOVE. Thank you so much you guys. :)