Hello fellow BTR Kingdom! hehe, If you've seen me before, I'm back with a Christmas story for the festive season approaching. So, Enjoy and see if I should continue writing this.

Summary: Everybody wants a Perfect Christmas, and that's no exception for Logan Mitchell. In his busy life, will a shooting star give him the perfect Christmas he's been wanting

Warning: Even though solely, this is mostly a friendship/family fic, there will be slash in future chapters so, if you can tolerate just small bits of it, then I hope this will life up your Christmas Spirits!

ENJOY! =D

November 30th

The time is soon coming that everybody is looking forward to. It is Christmas time, a time that everyone anticipates. And also, everyone wishes for the perfect one to celebrate. Whether it'd be a white Christmas, or bathing in the fiery glow of the crackling flame. It'd be diving in the pool of presents, or lunging into the arms of one another. Live in peace and joy and wish the very best for one another. The best time of the year, is it not?

For one teenager, Logan Mitchell, this is what he'd always wish for, the perfect Christmas to live in, full of love and warmth, around his family and his friends. A childish grin to dawn on his face is all he'd hope for. His family has been too busy to spend some time with him, and when they are free, it was terrible timing for him. His friends are faithful to him, but they don't revolve around him. Rather, he's sticking his nose into his books, and his eyes on the page, scanning word for word. His hopes of being a doctor, working side by side with his father is close enough to be considered "family time."

Logan was coming home after school, and as always is greeted with a note attached on the kitchen fridge, saying how his mother would be late in the office, and his dad had been called into full time work. With a heaving sigh, he let it phase him, knowing it had bound to happen again, anyways. He placed his bag in his room, and shrugged his shoulders of any remnants of snow off his shoulders. Unwrapping his scarf and his long overcoat, he laid down on his bed, seeing the dusk cast overhead of the Winter sky.

His eyes catch onto something that's twinkling in the sky like a polished diamond. Yet it was something that Logan had only seemed to be connecting to him. He pulled himself up on his knees, and looked up at the sparkling jewel. Logan was never one to believe in miracles, since his hope for any Christmas magic was lost, but something about this sensation made him want to believe.

"Oh please, oh please, oh shooting star, Make this Christmas coming a day by far, that I will never forget and hope so strongly, with the people I love, and adore so fondly." With closed eyes, and whisper like prayer, he wishes deep and hopes hard for the best Christmas he will receive by far.

And the diamond in the sky gave him strength in faith to live in the new Christmas day.

Sorry this is kinda short, but it is a Prologue and I haven't had time to go into detail. But if you want to read more, please subscribe and expect more to come your way! =D