Warning: I am only going to say this once, so listen story will eventually focus on a homosexual relationship. If you are somehow against homosexuality, then please leave now. Thank you.

A/N: Hey guys! Okay, let me first apologize for being so inconsistent. I hope you'll forgive me. I know I've promised not to post a new story without finishing my current one, but I've had this story idea stuck in my head for a while now. I think it all started when I was in the process of writing Chapter 3 for Stranger Than Fiction. I was going through some of my old books to get inspiration, when I came across my old Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul. I remember bookmarking my favourite story, and I thought, hey what if I incorporated BTR and turned it into a Cargan story. I am not going to give you the title of the story in Chicken Soup for the Soul, as it would spoil the story for you guys. Although this chapter already hints, what story it is based on, so if you have a copy, you guys could try to figure it out.

Second, I am going to introduce some OC's in this story. I know this may turn off some of the readers, but it's so hard to write with only a handful of characters available from the show. I did not want to use some of them because it wouldn't fit their personalities, so I decided to make OC's. I promise that I won't abuse them though. They would be realistic and believable.

Lastly, as much as I love Stranger Than Fiction (since it being my first work ever), I have to admit that I had more fun writing this entire chapter, than writing Stranger Than Fiction. I dunno why, but I just do. I hope that you guys will enjoy this story.

Disclaimer: Other than the OC's and the plot bunnies in my head, I own nothing.

Chapter 1: Polar Opposites

There are certain days, when you just feel so good. You get this feeling that nothing could go wrong, and everything would be perfect.

That's how Carlos Garcia felt today. He just somehow knew that this Friday would be different. It would be monumental.

That's why he didn't care if his step brother refused to wake up and get ready for school, although he was really tempted to punch the blonde.

"Come on Kendall. We're going to be late. Don't make me dump cold water on you."

"Fine! I'm up." Kendall raised his hands in resignation, or maybe it was his way of asking to pull him up. "Is Katie riding with us today?"

"Nope. Neither am I. I'm taking my skates today." Carlos said as he strapped on his helmet.

"Urgh. Why'd you have to wake me up then? I can shower, eat breakfast, and get to school in less than 10 minutes." The blonde collapsed back on the bed and closed his eyes again.

"And you wonder why Katie and I prefer not to ride with you, in the metal death trap you call a car."His step brother flipped him off, and Carlos just rolled his eyes. "Well, I'll see you guys at lunch."

And with that, Carlos heard his roommate snore. He actually found it amazing how the other man could go to sleep, when he wanted to. A trait he coveted, so that he would be spared from said man's snores.

"Carlos! Don't forget your lunch!" Seriously, that woman must have extrasensory powers. She knows everything. Lie to her, and suffer the consequences.

"I won't. Where are you?"

"In the kitchen, hunny." Of course she was. That was her sacred spot. Her pride and joy. Her territory. No one was allowed to make a mess, nor touch any of her utensils there. Don't even try, because she would know. "Your skates are beside the umbrella stand, and for the love of all things holy, please get home before dark."

"Yes mom. Did dad even come home at all, last night?"

"No. They had a lead on this case, and needed to work on it. I swear, it's like both of you are conspiring to keep me worried." This is what Carlos loved about his step-family. His step-mom, Kendall, and Katie all treated as if they always had been a family. No awkwardness, no formalities. Just family.

He gave a light peck on the unnaturally red-headed woman and said goodbye.

"Oh Kendall is still asleep. Wouldn't want to get out of bed. Don't tell him I told you though." There would definitely be revenge on Kendall's part, but Carlos didn't care because today was Friday. Friday meant pizza day in the cafeteria.

Yup. Today was going to be a good day.

As much as Carlos loved photography, he could not wait for 4th period to end. Every once in a while, he would glance at his watch to check how much longer he had to hear about light exposure, aperture, and shutter speeds.

He gave an inner whoop of joy when he heard the bell ring.

"Now for your assignment..." Cue unified groan of the class "I want you to have at least three candid shots of different people. Apply what you've learned today. You may go."

The Latino quickly packed his things. It was pizza day, and the cafeteria was a long way from this classroom. Dreading that he might not get any, he quickened his pace.

Normally, Carlos wouldn't stop for anything on pizza day; however a huge crowd of students were gathered in the middle of the hallway. Curiosity, overpowering his need for pizza, he checked out what the spectacle was about.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, was the school's local bully. Extremely buff, square jaw, blonde hair, part of the basketball varsity, had a brain of a Neanderthal. People would call it stereotyping, Carlos called it the truth.

Normally, people would just stare at Rick, just content basking in his presence. The reason why there was a crowd now, was because he was lifting another student by the shirt, and a girl was trying to get the other guy down.

"Awww. Isn't this sweet? Your girlfriend is trying to save you." Rick was saying in a sing-song voice, thinking he was so clever. "Doesn't she know that you're gay!" He spat at the other man's face.

"Leave him alone! Just leave him alone." The girl with brown curly hair was now sobbing, he recognized the girl from James' drama club. This caused Carlos to butt in. His dad was a police officer; it was in his blood to butt in into other people's lives.

"You heard the girl, Rick. Leave him alone. What did he ever do to you?" The crowd parted to reveal Carlos. Rick glared at the Latino.

"Damn. Guess your prince just came to save you. Isn't that right princess?"

"Heh. You think you're so tough. By the way I saw Coach Hawk on the way here. I think if I yell loud enough, he would hear me." Carlos smirked at the distraught look that Rick had.

"This isn't over cream puff." Rick shoved the guy he was holding, and made his way towards Carlos. "You better watch your back Garcia." And as soon as Rick was gone, the crowd dispersed.

"Are you guys alright?" Carlos asked as he offered his hand to help both of them get up.

"Yes. That wasn't really necessary. We could've handled it." The other man said.

Carlos took a good look at him. He had chocolate brown hair (that seemed to defy gravity), and was the same color as his eyes, which were hidden beneath a pair of rectangular glasses.

The girl on the other hand was still sobbing and picking up scattered books. She had a very pretty face, and had an adorable mole on her chin. Carlos helped her pick some of the books, and handed it back to her.

As he stood up, Carlos noticed that the other man was gone.

Well, that was very rude.

"Thank you. I'm Camille, and that was Logan. You have to excuse him though. He really is a nice person; I don't know what's gotten into him today. Thank you again for your help." Camille then scurried off to where Carlos presumed Logan headed off.

As Carlos passed by the counters of the cafeteria, he saw that the place where the pizza was usually displayed was empty.

He groaned and marched off to their usual table. Well at least everyone was there.

Their lunch table was an anomaly. Movies would always depict that certain cliques, such as jocks, nerds, drama geeks, musicians, etc, would only stick to their group. And that was true, well for the most part. Their table was a mix and match of all different people from different cliques.

First, you have Kendall, Dak, and Jett. They disliked to be compared, but they are so similar in many ways. All three were on the hockey team, and had a competitive streak. All of them were also really popular, but for completely different reasons; Jett for his good looks, and Kendall for his charisma, and Dak for his nice personality.

Then you have James, the good looking brunette who lived for attention. He is the living embodiment of drama. He likes to make a scene regardless of where he is, and who's he with. If the school was producing a play, you'd definitely see him as one of the lead roles, regardless of what role it was.

Then you have Lucy, the punk loving musician. Her red streaked hair was hard to miss, and she wasn't bad to look at either. 100% punk, with a soft spot for plushies.

You also have Veronica. Red hair, blue eyes, and petite. She may dress like a girl, but acts like she was one of the boys.

And lastly you have Jo, the ordinary one. She was the only one in the group who had no quirks whatsoever. In fact that in itself was her quirk. She was too perfect. Class president and cheerleader to boot. One has to wonder how she's managed to stay single for so long.

When you have friends like these people, well everyday was an adventure.

"Hey Carlitos. I saved you a pizza. What did you do this time?" James scooted to make room for the Latino.

"Just because I was late, doesn't mean I did something wrong. Now how much do I owe you?"

"Just give me your quesadillas, and I'll call it even."

"Fine."

Lunch was the same as usual. Different conversations going on at the same time, yet one could simply join in and know exactly what was being talked about. And of course, lunch wouldn't be complete without a little bit of gossip about the faculty and students of the school.

"Hey Jo, is it true that the student council treasurer is gay?" Veronica suddenly piped out.

"Oh, you mean Logan?" Carlos suddenly focused on what Jo was saying. "Yeah. He's a really sweet guy. I feel bad for him though. He gets bullied a lot. He could do a lot better with more friends."

If how he acted earlier was sweet, then Carlos wouldn't want to see him angry.

"Hey. You guys still up for tomorrow?" James asked as the bell rang.

A chorus of "Yeah" and "Wouldn't miss it" could be heard from everyone.

"Great. Be there at around 11:00. Don't forget to bring swimming attire. See you!"

"RIIIIIIIIIING!"

Carlos couldn't be any happier to hear the school bell ring. He was extra happy today. This shrill sound signalled the weekend, which meant two days of no school. Temporary freedom from the stress that school brought.

He rushed to his locker, to get his skates and backpack, and went on his merry way. He took a detour at the park, skating around, trying to do tricks with his skates. After about 30 minutes of goofing off, he headed back home.

The thing is, Carlos had a really short attention span. It was even shorter when he was skating, which is why no surprise when he bumped into something or someone. HARD.

Logan Mitchell was having a horrible day.

His alarm did not wake him up, and caused him to nearly ruin his perfect attendance. He ran into the school bully during lunch. He snapped at Camille, which caused them to fight. And now this. An idiot on skates bumped into him, causing him to lose his balance and drop the box that contained his books.

And who the fuck still uses roller blades?

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and counted slowly to 5. In a few more hours, none of this would matter. He just had to be patient.

"I am so sorry." Great, it was his 'prince' from earlier. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine." Logan groaned as he saw his books now scattered around the sidewalk.

"I didn't mean to bump into you."

Well duh, what kind of idiot would do that? Seriously did this guy even use his brain?

"Hey. You're Logan."

Why is he smiling? Who the hell smiles after causing someone trouble?

"Thank you Mr. Obvious. Now if you'll excuse me..."

"Here, let me help you. It's the least I can do."

Seriously, could this guy not get the hint?

"No it's fine. Please leave me alone." There. Hopefully he gets the message.

"No, I insist. I'll even carry them to your house." Before Logan could even protest, the guy in skates gathered his books, and put them back in the box. "Woah, these are a lot of books. What are you gonna do with all of these?"

"That's none of your business. Now please give them back."

"Nope. Come on, you have to show me the way to your house." Logan could feel his eye twitching.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and count to 5.

Resigning that he had no strength to argue with the idiot, Logan started to walk, and the other man skating beside him.

After a few moments of silence, the Latino started babbling about different things, which Logan tuned out. He was thankful that his house wasn't that far of a walk. Not really knowing how much more he can stand of this.

Today wasn't really his day.

As they neared his house, his mom's car pulled into the driveway. Why couldn't somebody just shoot him now?

"Logan! Who's your new friend? Why haven't I met him before?"

"Mom, this is uh-"

"Carlos Garcia. It's nice to meet you ma'am." Carlos said as he extended one of his arms, and his mom shook it.

"Please, call me Mrs. Mitchell. It's nice to see you having new friends, Logan." He wanted to bang his head against something. Preferably a wall. With nails sticking out.

"Well. Thank you for helping me, Carlos. See you around!" He snatched the box from the other man, and tried to push him off.

"Don't be rude, Logan! Why don't you stay for dinner Carlos?"

"I'd love to, but I-"

"Oh hush. I'm sure your parents won't mind. You can use our phone to call your house."

And in that moment, Logan swore that he could hear someone laughing evilly. Yup, that would be the universe, laughing at how Logan felt right now.

Surprisingly, his mom was not surprised. Heck she wasn't even upset. Although Carlos was now wondering how staying for dinner at the Mitchell's turned into a sleepover at the Mitchell's. Logan's mom was really good at persuading people.

"She's a real estate agent. She never settles for a no." Logan suddenly popped out of nowhere, and plopped on the couch.

"Huh?"

"You had this confused look on your face. I'm just saying that the reason your mom agreed, is because my mom can be very persuasive, when she wants to."

"Oh. Well she should meet James' mom. That would be funny to watch." Logan ignored him and turned on the television.

Carlos did not know what to do. He knew that the other boy was not happy with the turn of events. But hey, neither was he. If he knew that all of this would happen, he would've left Logan alone after helping him pick up his books.

Okay, that wasn't true. Carlos had too much fun teasing the pale boy. He knew that the other boy was irritated at him, but Carlos was determined to be friends with him. Jo was right, he needs to have more friends, and maybe then, he wouldn't be this snarky.

"Boys! Dinner is ready!"

"Come on. And no matter how horrible her cooking is, I don't want a peep from you." Logan glared. "Seriously, I always cook dinner. Just because I have a guest, doesn't mean she has to cook." Carlos chuckled at Logan's rant.

Much to Logan's relief, his mom ordered Japanese food.

"I thought that this was better than burnt meat loaf." Mrs. Mitchell said as she took the food out from the plastic bags.

"I'm sorry to have caused you trouble, Mrs. Mitchell." Carlos said as he accepted a box of tempura with fried rice.

"Don't be silly. We always order take out when Logan has friends over."

"Mom. Camille is the only one who comes here. Ever."

"Oh right. So does this mean that Carlos is your boyfriend?"

Carlos and Logan choked on their food. Mrs. Mitchell quickly offered water.

"MOM!" Logan facepalmed. HARD.

"What? He's the first friend other than Camille that you brought over, and he's a boy who is cute. What's wrong with that?" Carlos blushed, and couldn't look at the other two. He was looking at the kitchen floor, hoping that it would swallow him up.

"I dunno. Maybe he's straight?" Logan retorted sarcastically.

"Are you Carlos?" Carlos jumped in his seat, not expecting to join the conversation.

"As far as I know, I am." Carlos smiled sheepishly

"See. Logan. He's still unsure."

"Come on, Carlos. Let's play video games before I die from further embarrassment." Logan was pulling on his arm before he could clarify, and correct his statement.

"You can go home if you want." Logan said nonchalantly as he was kicking Carlos' butt at Naruto.

"Why would I wanna do that? Afraid you'll lose to me?"

"Please. I've won the past 10 rounds. What makes you think this will be any different? And I just thought that you might be uncomfortable sleeping over at a gay guy's house." Logan now looked at him, although he was still winning with ease.

"Nah. You're a cool guy. Snarky, irritable, and rude, but fun to hang out with." Carlos grinned.

Logan fell silent at that. They continued playing until midnight.

Both of them were now lying down. Logan on his bed, and Carlos on a sleeping bag.

"Hey, Logan."

"Hmmm?" Logan propped himself up so that he could look at the Latino.

"James is having this small get together tomorrow, and I was wondering if you'd like to come with."

"Hey, just because you enjoy hanging out with me, doesn't mean that I like hanging out with you."

"Oh please. I'm irresistible." And for the first time ever Carlos saw Logan smile. "I'm sure that James invited your friend, Camille, and Jo's going to be there. You know her right?"

"Yes, I know her." Logan rolled his eyes.

"So you'll come?"

"Fine, but only because I have to talk to Jo about something school related."

"Sure, you do."

"Fine don't believe me then." Logan turned away from Carlos.

"Hey Logan."

"What now?"

"You should smile more often. It suits your face better than a scowl." Carlos teased.

"Shut up." Logan threw a pillow at Carlos and turned off the bedside lamp. But Carlos swore that he saw the other man blush.

A/N: Wow. I predict that this is going to be waaaaaaaaaay longer than Stranger Than Fiction. I can already see a lot of possibilities. Besides Cargan, try to see who will end up with whom. Of course I wouldn't say if you got it right or not, but it won't hurt to try right?

Oh and I know it's unconventional, but hey I kinda shipped Officer Garcia and Mrs. Knight during Big Time Break. Of course , back then I thought Carlos did not have a mom... So yeah.

What did you guys think? Should I continue this story, or should I just drop this and focus more on Stranger Than Fiction?

Reviews are appreciated, loved, and replied to. Flames will be ignored.

Love lots, and keep on rushing!