So, I'm trying out some BTR AU stories! I hope they aren't too bad!
Please feel free to review, but don't be too harsh!

No, I don't own BTR or its characters. Just a fan, who has a weird perception on some things.

Kendall Knight was 17, a senior in high school, and didn't have a care in the world.

In other words, he was a slacker.

He had been able to squeak by every year since Pre-K, with good enough grades that they couldn't fail him.

Oh yeah, life was good for Kendall Knight.

He was tall, pretty good looking (if he did say so himself), with his dark blonde hair, somewhat bushy eyebrows (he was lying to himself there, they were bushy; they were one of his trademarks), a grin that could make you melt if he directed it at you, and eyes the color of spring grass (in other words, green).

He had friends, sure, but he didn't have a best friend. He always kinda wanted one.

But he was a slacker.

Not many people could stand a slacker who got whatever he wanted.

James Diamond wanted to be a star.

But the closest he could get at the moment was being in the Drama Association at his high school.

He was 17, long-legged and well-toned from working out. He was good looking, with sandy brown hair and hazel eyes.

Girls, and even some guys, swooned over him; he was that good looking.

And pretty popular to boot.

But he didn't have any close friends; no one that he could call his own.

And although he had many admirers and friends, he also repelled people.

Because he was too good at acting sometimes.

Carlos Garcia liked to run.

He was on the school's track team, and he was good at it too.

And being a Senior meant that he was finally at the top.

But that didn't stop the hurtful jokes that were hurled his way; things like "How do you practice? Do you run across the border?"

He knew the other teammates meant them in a playful manner, but that didn't stop them from hurting.

But being an athlete did have some perks.

Like being popular and liked by many.

But still, he knew if he had a really good, personal friend, that he could get through anything.

But he was too fast for some people.

Logan Mitchell was an artist.

Or at least, he wanted to be.

He was also a loner.

He didn't like people very much; people were hurtful, and mean, and didn't care about anyone but themselves.

And because he had finally reached Senior year, he was ready to be entered into a prestigious art competition.

He sometimes wondered what it would be like to have a real friend.

But then he would pick up a pencil, or a paint brush, and forget the world he lived in.

He liked his own world better.

They were four different guys, living four different lives.

They all wanted something different.

But they also had something in common.

They all wanted to have a best friend.

They just didn't know they were there, waiting for them.

Kendall POV:

"Ugh," I groaned to myself as I entered my homeroom. Senior year had just started and it was already going bad. I could see the rest of the students milling about, talking to each other as they waited for the teacher.

Because, our teacher was apparently giving us assigned seats; as if that wasn't bad enough, the desks were arranged in groups of four!

What, were we in the fricken' fourth grade?

"Everyone?" the teacher called out, entering the room. "Good morning students!" she cried, making the students stop talking and look at her; I just looked at the floor. "How about we get in our seats and then we'll do introductions!" she said, sounding way too chipper for my liking. As she called out names, I watched as students went to their desks.

By the time the K's rolled around, I could see vaguely where I would end up sitting.

"Kendall Knight!" she called, tapping a desk and giving me that chipper smile.

"Thank you," I grumble, sliding into my seat and looking at my two desk mates; the other was still empty for the moment being. One was a pretty boy that I easily recognized.

"James Diamond," he said, giving me that damn star smile.

"I know," is all I say, clearly bored. He looked aggravated but quickly covered it with another smile. I train my attention on the other boy. I recognized him as well.



"Logan Mitchell!" the teacher called, tapping on the desk next to me. I look up, because I don't recognize this name.

And then a guy comes and sits next to me, giving us all shy smiles before burying himself in some Art book.

Why did I have to get stuck with these guys?

"Students," the teacher said, walking to the front of the room, "get used to your seat mates. You'll be spending all year with them. Today, you'll be spending the class getting to know them. Have fun."

I had to stifle my groan as I looked at the people I shared my desk with; James, Carlos, and Logan.

Why them?

James POV:

Well, Kendall seems like a downer.

And Carlos… I didn't think someone on the track team could be that energetic.

But damn; guy's like his own personal sun. Bright and sunny and full of energy.

And this Logan guy… he seems like an okay guy.

If he'd talk.

"Hi," I say, tapping his desk. He looks up and gives me a shy smile.


"I'm James."

"I know who you are. Everyone knows who you are."

"Oh," I say, surprised by this. I knew I was well known, but not that well.

"I'm Carlos!" Carlos says, giving Logan one of his 1000-watt smiles.

"I know. You're on the track team."

"How is it you know so much about us?" I ask, honestly confused. I've never seen this kid before.

"I've been in the same school as you all since we were kids."

"Really?" Kendall asked, seeming to come out of his bored mood. "Cuz I don't know you."

"Neither do I."

"I don't either!" Logan sighs and looks at us all sadly.

"I'm not surprised."

Carlos POV:

Poor guy.

He has no friends!

"I'll be your friend!" I say before I can stop myself. He looks surprised but smiles lightly.

"I don't think you wanna be friends with me Carlos. I'm a nobody."

"Even nobody's need friends," I say, seeing James nodding too; it's weird that we're already on the same page considering this is the first time I've ever talked to him.

"No, really. You don't want me as a friend."

"I'll change your mind!" I say, giving him a big smile. "I can tell." Logan just shakes his head and goes back to his book. "Are you an artist?"

"I guess," he says with a shrug, not looking up from his book. I frown but smile again quickly.

"Art's cool!" That catches his attention.

"You think so?"

"Oh yeah!" He gives me a shy smile and then turns to look at Kendall, who was staring at him.


"Nothing. You just don't look like the artsy type."

"Looks can be deceiving. You look like a complete jackass, but I could be wrong."

Logan POV:

Where did that come from? Shit shit shit! I just insulted a guy who's like two times my size (in height anyway). What was I thinking?

Kendall just glares at me for a minute before I see the corners of his lips pull up before he right out laughs.

"Looks like you have some spunk kid!" he says, slapping my shoulder playfully. "Maybe this year won't suck as much as I thought."

"Yeah Knight, maybe you'll actually have to do some work this year to pass," James snickered, making Kendall glare at him; his hand was still on my shoulder though.

"Shut it Diamond. I do just fine." James just shook his head and eyed Kendall's hand on my shoulder. Kendall seemed to remember it and moved it away.

"So Logan," Kendall says, looking at me, lips quirked up in an odd smile, "you seem like a cool guy. Why don't you have any friends?" I look back at my book before sighing quietly.

"I have no friends because I don't want any friends. Please, don't feel like you have to bother with me. I'll sit here and be quiet all year. You won't even know I'm here. You're popular," I say, bringing my eyes to Carlos first, "You're admired," I say, now looking at James, "and you're good at doing nothing," I say finally to Kendall. "So please, don't worry about me."

They all looked at me, eyes filled with pity; poor antisocial art nerd with no friends.

That's what they were thinking.

"Please stop looking at me like that."

3rd person POV:

"Listen, we're all gonna be stuck with each other for the rest of the school year. Maybe we can find some common ground," James says, looking at them all with an aggravated look. "What do ya say?"

"I'll go first!" Carlos said, giving them all his big smile. "I'm Carlos, I'm 17, I'm on the track team, I love to run, and yes, I've heard all the 'fast Mexican' jokes so don't bother," he said, giving them all a big smile again. "Who's next?"

"I'll go," James said, looking smug. "I'm James, 17 as well, and I'm going to be the best actor that has ever lived."

"Someone's full of himself," Kendall muttered, making James' smile fall as he glared at him.

"Oh yeah Knight, like you're not. Come on, tell us about you."

"Fine Diamond, I will. I'm Kendall, 17 as well, can't wait to be out of this hell-hole we call High School. I don't do any after-school activities like Drama or Track. I'm lazy, and don't give a fuck about what anyone says about me. Plus I could probably kick anyone's ass that needed it," Kendall said, giving James a death-glare. "Logan. Your turn."

"Oh. Uhh… I'm Logan," he started off quietly, taking a deep breath, "I'm 17 too. I'm into Art, a good student… Or as you guys probably call people like me, a nerd. I have no friends. And… that's kind of it." Everyone was silent as they looked at Logan for a minute.

Before anyone could say anything, the bell rang to go to the next class.

They all got up and went their separate ways.

So, how was the first chapter?
Did it suck, was it good, what the hell is going on here, what?

Please let me know.
(Also, some people may be wondering if this is gonna be slash or not. That is still up in the air at the moment)

Thanks for reading!