I don't own Big Time Rush….Darn. I hope you like it(:

-Katherine Elizabeth

When you look at them, those four hockey heads, they really aren't so different.

Sure, Carlos is a Latino.

Sure, Kendall has big feet.

Sure, Logan has black hair.

Sure, James is freakishly tall.

But take one look at their eyes. Just a second after they finish a hockey game. Just a moment after that final buzzer sounds. You look at their eyes and you see that fire, that freaking unbelievable determination that exists in precious few. It doesn't matter if Carlos loves corndogs and Logan thinks they're disgusting. Doesn't matter that James always gets beat up by Kendall when he takes 2 hours in the bathroom.

Just look at them.

Those teammates, best friends,

Brothers.

Watch those smiles. Have you ever noticed the way they all grin crookedly? It's just a slight distinction. You really couldn't see it if you didn't watch.

Year after year they grow more similar. Those 4 boys blend into one person, an equal individual with all of their qualities. Those hockey heads blur society's concepts of how affectionate they should be with each other, how they should love, how they should feel. It's almost like they're all one soul spread into four bodies. They all need each other.

It will never matter to them how old they get or how far apart they end up. They will still love each other until the day they die. But for right now, in this moment, they get to be teenagers. Happy, beautiful, wonderful teenagers that laugh at the same time and know one another's thought.

Because when you look at them, those for hockey heads, they really aren't so different after all.