A/N: When authors write stories about the BTR guys as little kids, they end up being some of my favorite stories. With that being said, I thought I'd take my shot at it, but I'm going to try a different approach. An approach that I feel is more realistic. I hope you like it.
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In the Beginning
It was a blustery winter day in Minnesota. The temperature outside was a frigid 13 degrees Fahrenheit with a wind chill of -22 degrees Fahrenheit. There was a blizzard raging outside. However, that didn't stop a group of five year-olds from gathering at an indoor skating rink to play some peewee hockey.
Everyone who was anyone in Minnesota played hockey. Heck, little kids were practically bred to eat, breathe, and live hockey. Every little boy and girl was groomed in the hopes of one day having some sort of career in hockey. That was the dream.
A small boy with pale skin and dark hair broke away from the other little kids with the puck. It was clear that he was the fastest skater out of all the little boys on the rink. As he got closer and closer to the goal, the goalie's tiny body tensed with anticipation.
The pale-skinned boy shoved the hockey puck into the back of the net with his hockey stick. A little Latino boy with a black helmet checked him into the boards too little too late. Had he been just a little quicker, he might have been able to prevent the pale-skinned boy from scoring.
The little pale-skinned boy's tiny body slumped to the cold ice beneath him. He tilted his head toward the ceiling and started crying hysterically.
A tall (well tall for a five year-old) boy skated over to the crying boy, crouched down beside him, and wrapped his arms around him.
"Are you okay, Logie?" the tall tan boy asked.
'Logie' sniffled. He pointed a gloved finger at the small Latino boy accusatorily. "No! He's a big meanie!"
By this time, another boy had skated over to the three other boys. He was the second tallest out of all the little kids on the rink. This boy had dirty blonde hair and pronounced eyebrows.
"I am not!" the Latino boy said, offended. "I'm little."
"You should at least say you're sorry. That really hurt!" 'Logie' said, tears still in his eyes and his voice.
"You heard him! Say you're sorry!" the tall, tan boy said.
The tall kid with eyebrows shoved the tall, tan boy with such force that he nearly toppled over. After catching himself, the tall, tan boy narrowed his eyes at the boy with dirty blonde hair.
"Don't tell him what to do! You don't have to do anything, Carlitos!" the blond boy replied.
The little Latino boy hid behind the tall blonde boy. He hated when people fought. He nervously looked back and forth between his friend and the pale-skinned boy's friend. He hadn't meant to check 'Logie' into the boards; he just couldn't stop in time.
"Don't push me!" the tall, tan boy said, before shoving the boy with eyebrows. "Just cuz your team is losing!"
'Carlitos' peeked his head out from behind the tall blonde boy. He frowned as he took in the sight of 'Logie' still crying, his little white hockey helmet bobbing up and down.
"I'm sorry, Logie. You can shove me back if you wanna," 'Carlitos' said meekly.
"He won't, but I will!" the tall tan boy said, before he jostled past the tall blonde boy and pushed 'Carlitos' down. 'Carlitos' fell on his butt and started crying as well.
"Kendall, he hurt me! Waaah!" 'Carlitos' sobbed.
"James, that wasn't very nice of you," 'Logie' commented.
James bowed his head in shame. Even so, he still took up a protective stance in front of 'Logie.' Meanwhile, the pale-skinned boy gave 'Carlitos' a sympathetic look. He couldn't help but feel like it was his fault that the little Latino boy got hurt.
"No one does that to my friend!" Kendall exclaimed, before launching himself at James.
He tackled James to the ice, and the two of them rolled around on the rink. They were tugging at each other's jersey. They were punching, kicking, and squirming. Kendall tried to wrap his hands around James' little throat and vice versa.
In the meantime, 'Carlitos' got up and skated over to 'Logie.' He held out his hand for 'Logie' to shake.
"Are you okay? I'm really sorry about before. I'm Carlos by the way," the Latino boy said.
'Logie' shook Carlos' hand. Carlos pulled the pale-skinned boy to his feet.
"I'm Logan. I'm a little sore, but I'll be okay," Logan answered.
"You're really fast," Carlos said before looking down at his skates. "I wish I was as fast as you."
Logan bashfully rubbed the back of his neck.
"I'm not that fast," Logan replied.
"Yeah huh!" Carlos exclaimed moodily.
James' dad and Kendall's mom had ran out onto the skating rink. They managed to pull James and Kendall apart, and they held onto their respective child as they continued to try to scratch, claw, and kick at one another.
"James, that's enough!" Mr. Diamond said in a firm voice.
"Kendall Donald Knight!" Mrs. Knight scolded.
"But Daddy," James whined. "He shoved me, and his friend knocked Logie into the wall!"
"Mommy, he shoved Carlitos and made him cry!" Kendall complained.
Carlos' dad had joined the other adults as well on the rink. Carlos' face lit up with pure excitement upon seeing his daddy. He made a mad dash for him, almost face planting several times in the process. Carlos' dad scooped him up in his arms, and soon Carlos was sitting perched on top of his father's shoulders.
Logan cautiously skated over to Carlos' dad, and tugged on his pant leg. When Carlos' dad looked down at Logan, he saw that the little boy was looking at him curiously.
"You must be Carlos' dad," Logan said. "I'm Logan."
"It's very nice to meet you, Logan," Mr. Garcia responded.
"Are you a police officer?"
"Why yes I am."
James skated over to Logan and grabbed his hand. He pulled Logan behind him as he skated away from Carlos and Kendall. James turned back around and stuck out his tongue at Kendall and Carlos.
"C'mon Logie, my daddy says it's time to go home. He says you and I can have a sleepover tonight," James said.
"Bye, Carlos!" Logan called out over his shoulder.
Carlos waved back excitedly as he shouted, "Bye, Logan!"
Only Kendall, Kendall's mom, Carlos, and Carlos' dad were left on the rink. Kendall's eyes never left James as he got off the rink. Kendall glared daggers at James' back. Carlos frowned when he saw the look on his friend's face.
"You really don't like him, do you, Kendall?" Carlos asked.
"No! He's a big jerk!" Kendall said in a huff.
"Kendall!" Mrs. Knight reprimanded.
"What? It's true!"
The four of them started to leave the rink as well.
"Logan's really fast! I bet he's better at hockey than you, Kendall," Carlos remarked.
Kendall scoffed. "Yeah right, Carlos! Just cuz he's faster than me doesn't mean he's better than me! I bet I could skate circles around him!"
"If you ask me, it sounds like someone is afraid of a little constipation," Carlos commented.
Mr. Garcia chuckled, and Mrs. Knight clamped a hand over her mouth in order to stifle her laughter.
"Logan seems pretty cool though. And nice. A lot nicer than that James!" Kendall said.
"Honey, you may not see it, but you and James have a lot in common," Mrs. Knight said.
"No, we don't!" Kendall protested.
"Yeah you do. You're both protective of your friends. Who knows? Someday, all four of you might be the best of friends," Kendall's mom stated.
Kendall started laughing obnoxiously, clearly not amused.
"Ha! That will never happen, Mommy!" Kendall replied.
A/N: So if you've read my author's notes for Chapter 4 and 5 of "No Way Out," then you know that I needed to write something like this. Just in case you were wondering, I put a question mark after "The End" because I may or may not continue this. Like if I were to stop it here, I think the ending is fine. However, they're not all friends yet, so I could keep it going at least until they become friends if you want me to. I'll tell you what. I'll make a poll and put it on my profile page. But in the meantime, I'll have this story be "Complete."