A/N: Hey, guys! Here goes my first multi-chapter story, even though it's merely a series of drabbles. There isn't really any romance going on in this series of drabbles, just lots of friendship and loving and togetherness. Lots. I hope you guys enjoy it! Reviews are love!

Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush, Lays, or Minnesota. I could take over the world if I did, though. You know me.

Logan had moved a total of seventeen times throughout his short life. Seventeen god dammed times. And on his latest, his father promised him for the first time they wouldn't move again, and that Minnesota was a good place to live. He didn't know if he should have believed either.

Logan had taught himself one thing after his seventeenth move: make no friends, make no promises. Lately, that's been his moral. That's the one phrase that made him keep his sanity, and sadly, his unimpressed demeanor. He had big goals in mind- grow up, become a doctor, make lots of cash. He thought to himself, nowhere in that plan requires making a friend. Friends, to him, started to become obstacles. Distractions. Simple, unneeded things that directors made movies about to make money. He never believed that a group of girls that mailed around good luck pants actually existed, nor did he buy into corporate American bullshit.

But the real reason friends were like poison to him was because after seventeen moves, a little boy like Logan learns to shut the world away. Logan was a fast learner. He made himself solitary, a lone wolf in a large pack of other wolves, each symbiotically leeching off the other. He, though, walked the halls of his new middle school as the quiet genius. He sat through first, second, and third period, silent, watching the teachers lecture away on that boring first day of school. He sat and thought about his parents- what more could a friendless nobody think about? His constantly-being-promoted father, his workaholic mother. It was a sad life, being an only child was.

Set justly in between the first three periods of the day, and the last three, lunch time seemed like an escape from work to other students, but to Logan, it was another few minutes at school he spent thinking. Unpacking his brown-bag lunch, he happened upon a tuna sandwich, a bright yellow banana, a bag of barbecue Lays, and a box of chocolate milk. He laid out his lunch before him, and dug in. Another typical mid-day meal in another typical school.

But what landed in front of him had to be one of the most un-typical things that may have ever happened to him.

There it sat, young and croaking, a verdant little Minnesota frog. It was as if it was staring at him, and Logan gulped down his tuna sandwich and stared at it with a quizzical look. But after the frog, came bounding another un-typical something, this time a young boy. Logan surveyed his new subject, the boy's midnight black hair, clumped flat under a shiny, new, black helmet, caramel skin and matching eyes. The boy gently placed his re-captured frog in the jar of water he held as it fidgeted for freedom.

The boy looked up, eyes locking onto Logan's. "Oh, hi."

Logan's voice trailed, "...hi." It was as if he had never met a person in his life before. But speaking did feel somewhat weird, having said absolutely nothing since he woke up the morning of that school day.

"I'm Carlos." His bright, wide smile made Logan instantly know that this boy was optimistic and open to others. He looked as if he jumped from buildings and breaking a bone was another name for evidence that he was the biggest risk-taker ever. "What's your name?"

"...Logan." Logan replied quietly, surveying Carlos's outfit. A crimson tee shirt wrapped snug around his body, and a pair of blue jeans. He was in style, too, as far in style as thirteen-year-old boys came.

"Well, it's cool to meet ya, Logan. Do you mind if I sit with you today? Both of my friends are out sick, and we're both somewhat alone." Carlos offered, his beaming grin tempting Logan to make friends. But on that temptation, Logan knew he had to jet. He couldn't afford to be hurt again after making a good friend and having to leave them like always.

Logan instantly stood up, rushing to collect his books, and utter out an excuse. "I've got to get to study hall thanks for offering bye." Logan instantly rushed out of the lunchroom, leaving Carlos to eat alone. Admittedly, he felt guilty for leaving a nice kid like Carlos to eat alone with his frog and his helmet.

But he had to shake that thought. He couldn't just make a friend and then end up having to move again. This wasn't part of the plan.

That afternoon, Logan was exiting through the back doors of the school, wandering the back parking lot, where the buses parked. He scanned the row of vehicles and found his bus- bus number eight, and approached it. Boarding, he looked out upon the bus, crammed to the brim with teenagers, and what do you know-

The last empty seat next to the one and only Carlos. Logan sighed at the signs that God was giving him, and decided that there was no other choice. He approached with a smile, sat down, and listened as Carlos began telling him about his frog named Roger, and his life story. With every word Carlos said, the two got more and more closer as friends, and the more Logan was tempted to actually give in and become Carlos's friend.

But when he was that close to bursting, letting Carlos know his own life story, Logan's stop had arrived, and he split like an atom, right out of the bus, leaving Carlos in the dust, and again, feeling that itching guilt within his stomach.

He couldn't make another friend. He just couldn't.

The following lunch day, he decided to spend it alone in the school's library, catching up on his latest favorite subject: Greek Mythology. As he took slow bites out of his lunch, he began to soak up so few information, his mind occupied by Carlos. God no, Carlos certainly wasn't Logan's love interest, but he damn near may as well have been because Carlos was all Logan was thinking about. Carlos was merely a good person Logan wanted to make friends with, deep in his subconscious, even though he wouldn't admit it to himself.

And who better than to test Logan's belief in God than Carlos, who appeared from the deep crevices of the nonfiction section of the library.

Finding his book, Carlos smiled that wide grin, took his book out of the shelf, and walked out next to the table where Logan was, passing by. Carlos shot him somewhat of an awkward look, paused for a second, and shook his head in dismay. He then trudged out of the library.

And for the first time, Logan knew how Carlos felt when in the cafeteria the first day they met.

That night, Logan couldn't take it for another minute. He sat, watching the clock tick away, the darkness devour his room, the moon's dim blue light tickling his bedsheets. Why he couldn't sleep, he tried to tell himself he didn't know, but it was obvious. Carlos.

He decided to take this time and bask in the late summer evenings, grabbing his coat, and silently sneaking out his front door, hoping not to wake his parents. Though, since the two were constantly working, they were deep sleepers. So deep, in fact, they entrusted him with warning them of a house fire. But he walked out in his overcoat and pajamas, then softly to the park nearby. He stayed bundled up, wandering the dark neighborhood in his thoughts. The night was pleasant, and he swore he could hear his thoughts speaking to him.

Just go. Just talk to him. No, don't you dare talk to him, you know what would happen. Oh, take a chance. You may not leave. Dad promised you we won't move again, for the first time, that's got to count for something. But you never know, though! You may leave!

He just wished he wasn't so smart. So for once, he could be like a normal kid and not know what to do. Maybe then, the naivety would drive him to making Carlos a close friend of his.

As he approached a bench, Logan found himself watching the stars glimmer before him, a whole mess of light just scattered before him. It was then when a sudden voice appeared from the distance behind him. "Hey." It greeted politely.

Instantly, he turned around to find who else but Carlos, also standing in his pajamas and overcoat on that evening. Logan sighed, and found himself replying. "Hi."

"Why are you up so late?" Carlos approached, and took a seat on the bench aside from him.

"...um, insomnia." Logan replied simply.

"My friend Kendall says that means... you can't sleep. Or something like that?" Carlos had a somewhat guilty look in his eye, maybe guilty of sounding stupid.

"Yeah, that's right."

"Well, I have the same feeling as you."

Logan felt tense, as he stood up slowly and began his descent home. He felt himself relating to Carlos, which meant one thing: he had to leave. "Maybe I should go, I mean, get some sleep, we've got school in the morn-"

"Logan, am I missing something?" Carlos froze Logan in his tracks, and forced him to spin back around to his direction. "I know I'm not the smartest kid in the whole school, but I can tell when somebody doesn't like me, and if you don't, just say so. You seem like a good friend, and I really want to be friends, but if you have a problem with me, just tell me, okay? I'm a big boy. I can take it."

"It's not that, it's just-" Logan attempted to explain.

"It's not what?" Carlos said, his face struggling and almost disappointed-looking. A disappointed impression on a face like Carlos's was hard to register. "Because it seems like I've got something wrong with me."

"No, no, Carlos, you're a good person, okay? In fact, you're cool. Very cool. It's just that... my father. My father moves the family a lot. It's hard for me to open up to a person. It's just hard. Okay? I'm sorry, but I can't." Logan turned away and began walking once more, but after a few steps were taken, a tugging at his arm stopped him.

"Is that it?" Carlos now stared him in the face. "Is that what you're worried about?" Carlos almost choked back a chuckle.

"...yeah."

"Well. If you move or not, know this. You've got friends everywhere- and a very good one here in Minnesota. Even if you move to Florida, even if you move to freaking Cambodia, you've got me, right here in Minnesota, alright?" Carlos smiled, his typical wide grin making Logan want to smile, too.

After a moment of silence, Logan decided. Fuck it all. Dad said we weren't moving anymore, so I guess we're not. Carlos is your new best friend. Deal with it. Haha. Logan's thoughts led him to smile and reply with a simple, "so I heard you guys like hockey here in Minnesota."

Carlos snickered as the two began walking, a pair of newly united best friends, and Logan started to begin to believe that he was never moving away again.