Yay! I'm glad that you guys like this story! I'm not gonna make this a sad ending like my other ones. Turns out people don't want like... Reality. They want happy endings. And turns out I lost a lot of followers over my last two stories cause they were sad/shocking endings. I like shocking endings, but I don't think they're worth all that CRAP. Anyway, yeah.

"So this is your room." Carlos said, opening the door to a bedroom. The walls were red and there was a wooden bed, dresser, and computer occupying it. "It used to be my oldest brother's, but he moved out a long time ago. Now it's yours."

Logan nodded and put the suitcase down, sitting on the bed, staring at the floor.

"You seem quiet. Are you always this way?" James asked.

"Lately." Logan said simply.

James and Carlos looked at each other and shrugged.

"Well c'mon. There's still a lot for you to see." Carlos said. Logan got up and followed the boys out.

"This is my room." Carlos said, opening a door and letting Logan look inside. "Don't go in there unless I let you. And don't worry- I won't go in your room, either."

Carlos's room was painted dark blue and it had similar furniture to Logan's new room. There were posters of bands, girls in bikinis, cars, hockey stars, etc. on the walls and the floors were covered with clutter.

They continued down the hallway to the room next to Carlos's.

"This is the game room. Got an Xbox, Wii, PS3, bunches of games, a stereo. Used to be my other two brother's room, but they both moved out. You can come in here whenever, but me and my brothers had to save up big time to buy all this stuff, so if you break it you buy it. James knows ALL ABOUT that. He accidentally stepped on my GOW and had to buy me a new one. Oh- and don't mention the hole in the wall over there." he gestured to a small hole in the drywall beside the window. "James got a little pissy a few weeks ago- he's a bad loser. But Dad doesn't know about it."

Logan looked up at the taller boy. He didn't seem like the type who would get angry enough to punch a hole in the wall. James's eyes averted from the room to Logan, making Logan look away quickly.

"Bathroom's next to your room. Mom and Dad's room's at the end of the hall." Carlos said. "Hey- you play hockey?"

Logan looked at the floor and shook his head. He had never played any sports.

"Well if you're gonna be in this family, you better start." Carlos laughed. "Let's go grab some grub."

Mrs. Garcia wouldn't let the boys eat a snack- the said they were going out for dinner soon.

"I don't have any money." Logan said quietly, avoiding Mrs. Garcia's eyes.

"What do you mean? You don't need money." James laughed.

"But pretty soon you will." Mr. Garcia said, clapping a hand on James's shoulder. "If I'da known you'd never go home, I woulda adopted YOU instead."

Mrs. Garcia scowled at her husband for a while- giving the boys a chance to slip away to the game room.

"Ever play GOW?" James asked, taking a seat on the old couch that sat before the TV.

"Um...?"

"Gears Of War?" James said, confused. "Best game ever?"

"No." Logan said, sitting gracefully beside the boy who's legs were open wide, elbows on his knees, controller in his hand as Carlos looked through the games.

"What about Left For Dead?" he asked.

"No."

"Halo?"

"No."

"Modern Warfare?"

"No."

"What kind of a guy are you?" James laughed. "Have you ever played ANY video games?"

"No."

James shrugged.

"Put in L4D." he suggested. Carlos obeyed and took a seat on the other side of Logan, giving him a controller.

"I don't know how to play." Logan said as the game started. James and Carlos taught him what each button did, fought a little about it, then started the game. Logan did horribly.

"So how old ARE you?" Carlos asked as they played.

"Seventeen." Logan said.

"Me, too. Poor Jamie here's only sixteen." Carlos snorted.

"Barely!" James said. "Just for like- a week."

"Gonna throw him a badass birthday party." Carlos said. "What did you do for your seventeenth?"

"My dad left me alone for the whole day." Logan said quietly. "Other than that, nothing."

"Was he annoying?" James asked.

"You could say that." Logan said.

"So- we're brothers now. And that includes James. So- what happened?" Carlos asked. "Like, why were you at the orphanage?"

"My dad."

"What about him?"

"He beat my mom to death. And he almost did the same to me." Logan said in almost a whisper, staring blankly at the screen. "He's in prison."

James and Carlos were quiet for a while.

"So is that how you got your black eye?" James finally asked.

"Yeah." Logan murmured.

"Don't worry. It looks badass." Carlos said. "And my dad's not like that. Sure- he's a cop, but he's a huge teddy bear."

"Boys?" Mrs. Garcia asked in the doorway. Carlos jumped- afraid that she heard him cuss.

"The others are here- Logan, come meet them." she said in her girly voice.

Logan slowly got up and followed her out- James and Carlos behind him.

Three men sat in the living room and when they saw Logan, they stood up.

"Logan, this is Antonio. He's our oldest." Mrs. Garcia said. A man only a lot taller than Logan shook his hand with a smile.

"And then there's Javi." she said. A man the same height as the first shook his hand.

"And Andres." Logan noticed that all Carlos's older brothers looked a lot like Carlos except a little taller and more muscular.

"James, what the hell're you doing here? Are you 'n Carlos married yet?" Andres asked as they sat at their table at Texas Roadhouse.

"Yeah, man. You were at the wedding." James laughed.

Logan sat between Carlos and Mr. Garcia, staring at the table shyly. Beside Carlos was James on the end, then Javi was in a chair at the end of the booth. On the end of the other side was Andres, then Mrs. Garcia, then Antonio.

When the food came, everyone but Logan dug in. Logan quietly clasped his hands and bowed his head, mouthing his prayer.

"Woah guys- hang on." Mrs. Garcia said. All of her sons stopped mid-bite and Logan looked up. "I think we need to pray with Logan- it's his first meal with us."

So everyone reluctantly clasped hands.

"Logan? Do the honors?" she asked. Logan shook his head quickly. "It's fine. Carlos? Say grace."

"Uh- Dear Lord..." Carlos began. He had no idea how to say grace. "Please bless this food and let it not be spit in-" this made everyone but Antonio and Mrs. Garcia giggle. "And bless this family and Logan and the world. It God's name- amen."

Everyone murmured "amen" and dug in.

Over the course of the dinner, Logan learned a lot about the Garcia's. Antonio was 23 and a firefighter. While his father and younger brothers were silly and giggly, Antonio was serious and set-in-stone. Javi was 21 and was in college. He had a girlfriend that he lived with and talked about her ALL THE TIME. Andres was basically a teenager, being 19. He was also in college, fresh out of high school, and got along great with Carlos and James. Mr. Garcia was a cop- and pretty serious about it. When he was off of the job he was very close with his sons and sometimes got scowled at by Mrs. Garcia because he sometimes encouraged the boys' stupid decisions. Mrs. Garcia was small, but took comfort in her huge sons around her. She was caring and serious, but sometimes joked along with her family.

That night, James stayed over. He and Carlos stayed up late playing video games, but Logan began unpacking instead. He was finally ready to go to sleep and knelt before his bed.

Just in the middle of his prayer, there was a knock on the door payne. Logan turned to see Carlos.

"Um- sorry. To interrupt... I'll wait." Carlos said uncomfortably.

"It's okay." Logan said. Carlos came in and leaned on the wall.

"Sorry- I just had to pee and thought I'd make sure you were still alive." he said. Logan shrugged. "Anyway- do you like my brothers?"

"They're nice."

"Did you used to have any siblings?"

"No."

"Oh- they're a lot of fun. But you seem really uncomfortable."

"What do you expect?"

Carlos laughed and shrugged.

"I know it seems like maybe I don't like you that much. I do- I swear. I just don't get why I wasn't enough for Mom and Dad."

Logan shrugged bashfully.

"I don't resent you or anything for it." Carlos said. "But... It must be hard to be 17 and have to cope with a new family. Does it feel like a waste? Cause you could take care of yourself?"

"A little."

"It must be better here than the orphanage. Or your old home."

"It is."

"Well, once you get settled it, you'll see how much fun it is to be a Garcia. Are you changing your name?"

"Not that I know of." Logan wanted to. He didn't want to be linked with his father anymore. But he also didn't want to get so close with this new family.

"Well... I gotta go." Carlos said. "Oh- and don't be scared of James or anything. He's big and buff, but he's just a big goof ball."

"I can tell."

"Okay... Night."

"Night."

Carlos closed the door and Logan turned and finished his prayer. Then he turned out the light and laid in the bed, staring through the darkness. Thinking. About his new family. They were nice and caring and a lot of fun... But he didn't know if he could ever let himself come out of his shell. Ever since his mother's death, Logan hadn't come out of his shell. This quiet, shy guy that was present now WAS him nowadays. He hadn't actually laughed in months. He hoped that maybe he could go back to the way he was before his father started with the hitting. And he was glad that he had such an understanding new brother like Carlos. Carlos seemed to actually get why Logan was acting this way. He liked Carlos.

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