Pairing: Jagan
Rating: M

POV: Logan

Warning: Swearing, slash, sexual content, criminal acts
Summary: Logan was James' rock, no matter what trouble the boy would get them into, but could James' have gone too far this time? Now they are on the run and Logan refuses to leave James' side even with the entire county looking for him, including Logan's own foster brother Kendall who is the chief of police

Author Note: This is a fic I originally wrote for the Jonas fandom. It was one of my most popular fics, so I'm converting it to BTR. It's completed, I just have to convert the characters, so it shouldn't take me too long to post. It's only 13 chapters!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you may recognize especially BTR.

This story is A/U. They are not famous. Kendall and Logan are foster brothers.

Run Wild and Never Look Back

Chapter One: We Are

He was my best friend since kindergarten, my one and only true friend. Even when times were tough, I could always count on him.

He was the popular guy in school. The one all the girls swooned over as he walked down the hall. The guy all the other guys wanted to hang with because they thought it would boost their own popularity. He was the rebellious jokester that everyone seemed to love, except for the authorities of course.

Me on the other hand, I was the weirdo. The quiet guy that tried too hard to fit in. I was the guy that the cool guys would come to if they wanted answers for their homework. The guy the girls would talk to, only to get information about my best friend, but he never saw it that way.

He would be out in the courtyard with all his popular friends having a good time, yet when I arrived, he would ditch them for me. I was the one he would turn down parties and dates for just to hang out at my place on a Friday night. I was the one he would take a punch for from the school's jocks when they would push me around.

No one ever understood why he would waste his time with me. Not even me.

My family was quite taken by him as well. Even though he got me into trouble at times they never forgot the fact that he was my best friend. My only friend and they were grateful for that. They never did have any reason to hate him. My foster mom was the only authority he ever paid mind to. He treated her with the up most respect and she treated him like a son. That he was grateful for.

He never knew his father. He took off before he was even born. His Mother died when he was four. He was sent to live with the only family he had left, his Aunt and her husband. She hated her sister when she was alive, jealous of all her accomplishments and she continued her vengeance with him. Treating him like shit.

Her husband wasn't any better. He treated him like a servant. Demanding he get him his beer and to find the remote. They beat him too. Just for the fun of it. I'm the only one who knows that though.

His Uncle didn't work. Neither of them did. He claimed he hurt his leg while he was in the service, but everyone knew it to be a lie.

All they did was sit on the couch all day watching reruns and smoking weed until they ran out, waiting for his latest unemployment check to come in so he could go out and buy more.

That's why he easily became part of my family. My foster mom took pity on him. She said he was just misunderstood. She loved taking in outsiders. She was already a single mother raising her own two children when she took me in after my father was killed. She tried to foster him too, but his aunt and uncle wouldn't sign him over. By the time we were in High School, he was practically living with us anyway. He had his own mattress where he slept on the floor between my brother's beds and mine and we cleared out a space in our closet for him to hang his clothes.

The only time he returned home to the trailer park was for the bimonthly visits that child welfare would perform to see that his Aunt and Uncle were taking care of him. It was the only time the place was cleaned. They would smile and talk about him, lying of course, as if he were their son. They would of let him leave years ago if it wasn't for the check they received every month for 'taking care' of him. As soon as the inspector left, so would he and they wouldn't care.

He was my best friend, my only friend. The one guy I would do anything for. By anything, I mean anything.

That's why I'm here now.

In an old rickety boarded up house on the outskirts of the city that we once called home. A place we would never be able to come back to. Not alive anyway.

They had us surrounded. The house was lit up with the flashing red and blue lights. Kendall's voice could be heard through the megaphone. He was my foster brother, the chief of police. He was the one who found us.

Kendall was pleading with him to let me go. They considered me a hostage, but he and I both knew better. I know that Kendall knew better too. I was here on my own free will. It was my choice. He had gotten me into this, but I knew that I was free to go at any time, but I couldn't leave him.

We were on the run. We couldn't go back and we couldn't give in. Not without a fight anyway.

We lost so much in the past two months. But to give in now, we would be giving up so much more.

He was my best friend, my only friend. We told each other everything. Everything, except for our biggest secret.

Now that the secret is out, I'm not letting him go.

James is my world, my everything.

I'm not the criminal here. I know it. He knows it. Kendall knows it.

If they want him, they are going to have to take me too.

It all started two months ago. It was mid September and we just started our senior year at the community college.

It was a big year for me. I was pre-med and I was determined to get into UCLA the next year. I was focusing all my free time on studying. I knew there wasn't much to worry about. I was already accepted into their pre-med program right after High School, but James and I had a to do list. At the top of the list was Room Mates at college.

Though in high school it seemed he spent more time in detention than in an actual classroom, James was intelligent. He graduated sixteenth in our class, me being the Valedictorian, but out of two hundred kids in our graduating class, sixteenth wasn't bad at all.

He too was accepted to UCLA for their acting program, but he couldn't afford the tuition and being as stubborn as he was, refused to let my mom help him out. Instead, he decided on the community college where he received a full four-year scholarship and I stayed with him.

Though there were times when I regretted that decision.

Like that morning when I woke up to him and another one of his random hook ups, going at it across the small dorm room.

It was nothing new. It happened at least three times a week if not more. He did what he could to be as discreet about it as possible always sneaking them in after he thought I was sleeping and trying to keep their moans and grunts to a minimum.

The only problem is that I was never sleeping. It was impossible to sleep when he wasn't there. I would always worry about him. Afraid that he got arrested again, or perhaps hurt or something. I was never content until he was home. Safe in his bed, whether he was alone or not.

So as always, I rolled over to my side, my back facing them. I put my ear buds in, turning the volume up louder and louder with every scream and moan I could hear over the song blasting from my IPod. It was just nearing the end of my favorite song, when the loudest cries rang through the room, signaling the end of their activity.

Lowering the volume, I listened to their small post orgasmic conversation. It was the same as always. James would smile, all sweaty and out of breathe. He would then lean down and kiss her cheek, saying it was incredible or amazing. She would then giggles and replied with what she thought to be a sexy witty comeback. He would look into her eyes and tell her how beautiful she was, causing her to melt in his arms. He would then wait a few moments before looking over at the clock with a fake groan.

This whore replied with a "What's wrong sweetie?"

"I didn't realize how late it was. I have an early class and I need my beauty sleep," James lied.

"Awe, do I really have to go?" she asked pouting her lips.

"I'm trying to get a scholarship to UCLA for next year. I can't miss a class."

"Awe, well can't I stay and wait for you?"

"See, I would let you, but my roommate is pre-med and he needs the room to study, so-"

"Alright. But you'll call me later right?"

"Of course."

I knew that tone. It was his 'of course I will call you- if I'm ever bored and need a booty call' tone.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of something other than the image of him kissing her goodbye as she crawled out of his bed, completely naked and looked for her clothing she tore off in a haste. She was gone in about five minutes, hell of a lot less time than most the other whores.

"Logan?" he called out as soon as we were alone.

I rolled over and was met with his smile. It was perfect: Bright, white and beautiful. I love his smile.

"Sorry," he said. "I tried to get rid of her last night, but she was a bit clingy."

"It's ok, James," I smiled my fakest smile. It wasn't perfect like his. Nothing about me was even close to being perfect.

We lied there for a few moments in a comfortable silence, both of us in our respectable beds, just staring at one another. This was nothing new to us. It happened all the time. It was as if we were communicating without speaking. All we needed was that connection we got when my eyes locked with his hazel orbs. We could do this for hours. In fact we have done this for hours.

I was content. It was Friday and my first class didn't start till noon. He had the day off. We were perfectly fine just lying there.

He was the one who broke the silence as he pushed himself up and sat at the edge of his bed with only a sheet to cover him, while he rubbed a hand through his mess of brown locks.

"Where are you going?" I asked curiously. It's not like him to be out of bed this early, if there was no reason for it.

"I need to go to the trailer to see if I have any mail."

"Wouldn't it come here?" I asked confused.

"Not this. It's my inheritance from my Mom. It didn't kick in until I turned twenty-one la few months ago, but the lawyer needed some time to get everything squared away for me. I'm just waiting for some papers to sign and my Aunt's place is the only address they have for me."

I turned my head to face the ceiling as he stood, the sheets dropping to the floor revealing all of him. It wasn't like I hadn't seen him like this before. I have. On many occasions. I was just afraid that if I looked, I wouldn't be able to turn away.

I had memorized it as it was. All I have to do was close my eyes and I could see his perfect flawlessly golden skin. His body toned to perfection. Every muscle perfectly sculpted to perfections as if Michelangelo himself had carved him from stone. And I must say, very well endowed. It was no wonder he had them lining up at the door every night.

"You want to do something tonight?" he asked after he was fully clothed, allowing me to turn back towards him.

"Isn't that frat party tonight?"

"Sure, but I didn't really feel like going. How about a movie? Your choice."

"Yea. Sounds good," I replied, sitting up on the edge of the bed.

"Mind if I borrow your car?" he added with his puppy eyes.

My car was my baby. No one touched her. No one except him and he knew it.

I sighed reaching over to my desk and grabbing the keys and tossing them to it.

"Be careful with her please. "

"Aren't I always?" he smirked.

"Yes, you're always so careful to hide all them speeding and parking tickets."

"How did you-"?

"Next time don't leave them in the glove compartment."

"Right. The trunk!" he teased, stuffing his cell phone into the pocket of his leather jacket. "I'll pick you up at the Science building?" he asked knowing that Organic Chemistry was my only class for the day.

I nodded with a yawn.

"Get some more sleep, Logie Bear!" he ruffled my hair before walking out the door.

I fell back onto my bed and stared at the ceiling. I hated when he did that. The littlest touch sends sparks coursing through my entire body. It felt like I was struck by lightning every time he was close to me.

James was my best friend. My only friend.

I knew everything about him. All his deepest darkest secrets were mine too.

He knew everything about me as well. Everything that is except for the one that meant the most to me.

The one that I knew would destroy what we had if he ever knew.

The one that left me laying here, hard as a rock. Images of him and I, replacing those of him and his one-night stand. Images where I was the one he was holding and kissing. Though instead of lies to get me to leave, he would be whispering the three little words I longed to hear from him.

Author note: Should I continue?