Ok so this is the first oneshot of my new series of oneshots from my story 'But you didn't'! You don't have to read that to understand what's going on here, but you might get it a little more. The POV is always Logan's, and the 'you' he always refers to is Kendall! Ok, enjoy!

I was new in Minnesota. Sure, it didn't exactly make a huge difference to my social life seeing as I was five years old and hadn't started school yet, but I was still afraid. That was why, when I went out into the street to explore the neighbourhood, I had never intended to talk to anyone. Especially not an adult. My parents had always warned me against that.

The place was really nice. There were trees around and when I saw one particularly large one, I decided to try and climb it. Maybe I was only five, but I'd climbed trees all the time in Texas. Sometimes my dad would climb the bigger ones with me, but not that often.

I gripped onto one of the lower branches and pulled myself up with ease. Every time I climbed a new tree, I felt a rush of excitement, testing out new branches, not knowing if they were going to break, or bend over, or just stay steady.

I climbed up higher. I was soon halfway up the tree, and the ground already seemed miles away. I smiled to myself and was about to climb higher when I heard a voice coming from the ground.

"What are you doing?"

I looked down, and that was when I saw you. You were only a kid then, like me, but you already had that trademark smirk, that look of intensity in two big, sparkly green eyes.

"Climbing a tree," I replied, forgetting my shyness for a minute.

"I know that! But this is a bad tree."

"Why?"

"There's a bad branch somewhere, and every time a kid climbs it, they don't know what branch it is, and they climb onto it, but it bends over and then they fall. Every time a kid falls they're smart enough not to try again."

"Why doesn't one of the other kids tell them what branch it is?"

"I dunno. I guess all the branches just look the same."

"Did it happen to you?"

"I don't climb trees."

"Why? It's fun!"

"I don't care."

"Why?"

"I don't like going up high," you said stubbornly.

"Do you get scared?" I teased. I expected you to scowl, and deny it, but you didn't.

You just shrugged. "It's ok to be scared sometimes. It's the people who aren't afraid of anything that get hurt, because they're not careful."

To my amazement, what you were saying actually made sense. I looked at the branches above me and climbed up one more. I grabbed onto another branch and started to pull myself up. Then I realised that there really was a bad branch. It was too late to do anything to stop myself from falling. Maybe I'd climbed one tree too many.

Then I landed on something soft. I came face to face with big green eyes and realised what I was lying on. "I'm sorry! Are you ok?" I got up, but you stayed lying on your side, looking at your hand. You looked totally bemused.

"I told you. People who aren't careful get hurt."

"I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?"

"No, but the ground did." You smiled feebly. "I think my hand is broken."

"What makes you think that?"

"It hurts and I can't move it."

"Oh."

I grabbed you by your good arm and pulled you to your feet. "Do you need help?"

You shook your head. "I'll just go home."

I watched you leave, wishing I could just ask who you were, or if you wanted to be friends, or something. Then I did it. "I'm Logan Mitchell!" I shouted from the other side of the road. "What's your name?" You turned around and smiled at me.

"Kendall Knight!" you yelled back, before turning and running off.

I just stood there, smiling to myself. Eventually I decided to head home. I just sat in the backyard and thought about what it would be like to live in Minnesota. It was colder than Texas, no doubt about that. I'd never liked the cold.

Even when my mom gave me my lunch, I was still thinking hard. As soon as I was finished I ran straight back out the door. I went back to the big tree. I don't know why I did, because I had no intention of climbing it again.

Maybe I was just hoping you would be there. Then I saw you, sitting at the foot of the tree, your arm in a cast, looking up at the leafy branches of the tree.

I went and sat next to you, looking up without a word. It was almost as if we had our own secret language. We both smiled at each other at the same time. I saw a pen in your hand and realised you'd been doodling on your cast. You saw me looking and held out the pen. "You wanna sign it?"

I nodded and took the pen, scribbling down my name really badly. You didn't seem to mind.

You grinned at me. "You wanna be friends?"

I grinned back. "Best friends."

So, how was that one? Tell me what you think!