Author's Notes: This morning I was listening to the whole BTR album, 'Elevate' and this oneshot came up when 'No Idea' and 'You're Not Alone' came on. So, this story is kind of a mixture between the two. I love the songs and hopefully you guys love the story =) This story is also dedicated to CorsomeeCorey . He absolutely loves Carlos and he is so sweet, that I just had to make a story for him. Enjoy :)

Carlos's POV:

"He's just so sweet, Carlos! I think he's the one…," I used my fake smile and nodded my head.

"I'm happy for you, Logie," I told him as we walked down the hallway of our high school.

"Thanks, Carlos. I'm glad I can call you my best friend," There goes those two words again; best friend. "Listen, is it okay if I skip lunch with you today? Dak wants to have lunch with me on the roof top garden today. I promise we can have lunch together tomorrow,"

I nodded my head once again, "Of course, Loges. Go spend time with your boyfriend. I'll see you later," I told him as the lunch bell rang. He smiled and gave me a quick hug.

"I'll see you later, 'Los. Love you!" He told me as he ran down the hall to go meet his boyfriend for lunch.

"I love you, too, Logan. Just not the way you love me," I whispered to myself as I watch him run down the hall.

"Still bummed out about Logan's new boyfriend?" James asked as he threw his arm over my shoulder. I turned to him before we started walking toward the lunch room.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm happy that Logan found Dak. He deserves a good boyfriend,"

"Carlos, who do you think you're lying to? I've been your best friend since 4th grade. It's so obvious to see that you're in love with Logan and that every time he finds a new boyfriend you end up heartbroken,"

I'm Carlos Garcia and I'm in love with my best friend since Pre-K, Logan Mitchell. Why haven't I told him I'm in love with him already? Simple. Every time I gathered enough courage to tell him I love him, he surprised me by saying he has a new boyfriend. I know you're probably thinking how many boyfriends could he possibly have, but he's only had three. Dak is his third boyfriend. They've been dating for four months. Funny enough, the third time I was gonna tell Logan I love him, Dak interrupted.

Flashback

Carlos walked up the steps to Logan's front door. He took at least three deep breaths before he lifted his fist and knocked on his door. The pale brunette smiled when he saw his Latino friend of almost 14 years.

"Hey, Carlitos. What's up?" He asked leaning against the doorway.

"Hi. Uh, can I come in? I wanna talk to you about something," Carlos told his best friend. Logan nodded with a worried look on his face. He stepped aside and let Carlos in. He closed the door and walked into the kitchen with his best friend.

"What's wrong, 'Los?" He asked him as he leaned against his kitchen table. Carlos took another deep breath before he started talking.

"Logan, we've known each other our whole lives. You've been my best friend since the day we first met at the sandbox in Pre-K. Not only are you my best friend, but you're like my brother, too! That's why it's taken me a while to actually gather enough courage to actually say this…,"

"Carlos, what's going on?"

"Logan…I-,"

"Babe?" Their heads turn to the doorway of the kitchen where the school's head quarterback, Dak Zevon, stood. He walked over to Logan and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind and kissed him on his neck. "Who's this?" He asked as he looked up from Logan's and stared at Carlos.

"Dak, this is my best friend Carlos. Carlos, this is my boyfriend Dak," Logan said.

"Oh yeah, I've heard of you. You're the captain of our school's hockey team, right?" Dak asked the surprised Latino. He nodded his head and blinked his eyes a couple of times.

"Yea. You're the team captain of the football team, right?" Dak smiled and nodded his head.

"So, Carlos, what did you need to tell me?" Logan asked him as he leaned into Dak's chest.

"Um, uh, I just wanted to tell you I might not go to college in Minnesota next year," Carlos lied. Logan's eyes widened.

"What? It was our plan to go to college together! Where are you gonna go?"

"Um, my Mom wants me to go to some college in California. I've been thinking about that a lot lately. Um, did I interrupt something?" Carlos lied some more.

"Well-,"

"Actually," Dak interrupted Logan. "We were on our way out to go on a date,"

"Oh. Okay. Well, I'll just talk to you later, Logan. Nice meeting you, Dak," Carlos blurted out before he left his best friend's house; not even staying to hear Logan say goodbye. Even if he did, he wouldn't have been paying attention because of the tears building up in his eyes.

Flashback

"I can't be that obvious…can I?" I asked James as we took a seat at our regular lunch table.

"Obvious about the fact that you love Logan? Hell yea," Kendall said as he came up to the table and slid in the seat next to me.

"Ugh, I hate my life," I groaned as I banged my head on the table.

"Hey, it'll be okay. One day he'll realize that he's always been in love with you," Kendall said as he patted my back.

"Yea, but for now he has no idea that I'm standing right in front of him," I moaned.

"It'll happen eventually. Love takes its time," James said. I looked up and glared at him.

"I've been in love with him for at least 7 years. I think love has taken its fucking time. Look, I lost my appetite. I'm just gonna go hit the ice or something. I need to think," I told them as I grabbed my book bag and got up from the table.

I walked out of the cafeteria and made my way to the school's ice rink. I ran into the locker room and dropped my book bag by my locker. I unlocked my locker and pulled out my skates and hockey stick. I closed my locker and ran to the supply room. I grabbed a couple of pucks and ran to the ice. Before I got on, I put on my skates. I stepped out on the ice with my stick and the pucks.

I dropped the pucks to the ice and shot them in the nets. I did that for a while. Actually, I did that until the bell rung. I surprised myself. I spent my whole lunch period playing hockey instead of eating. Logan would say 'Dude, that's so not Carlos-y,' I laughed as I walked off the ice with the pucks and stick in my hand. I sat on one of the benches and took off my skates. I walked back to the locker room and opened my locker.

I place my skates and stick back in the locker. As I was about to close it, I got sidetracked by the picture of me and Logan I have in my locker. I smile as I remember the day of that picture. It was the Fourth of July party during the summer of our freshman year and…the first time I was gonna tell Logan I love him.

Flashback

"C'mon, Carlos! Hurry up or we're gonna miss the fireworks!" Fourteen year old Logan yelled to his best friend Carlos.

"Coming, Logie," He screamed after his best friend/crush of three years.

'Tonight's the night,' Carlos thought to himself. 'Tonight, I'm gonna finally tell Logan how I feel and we'll live happily ever after!' He smiled to himself as he thought about him and Logan going out all through high school and college and eventually getting married and adopting children. Him and Logan pushed through the crowd to reach their regular spot up in the oak tree.

Every year of the Fourth of July, everyone in town would join together at Maslow Park to watch the fireworks show. Also every year, best friends, Logan and Carlos would join together in a huge oak tree in the middle of the park where you could see everything. They climbed the tree every year to watch the fireworks show and whenever they just wanted to get away from it all.

'Maybe now we can come here for a date,' Carlos thought to himself as him and Logan waited for the fireworks show to start. The tan skinned teen turned to face his best friend. He took a deep breath for the fifth time that night.

"Logan, I need to tell you something," Hearing his best friend call his name, the pale brunette turned from watching the sky and focused his attention to the Latino boy sitting beside him.

"What's up, Carlitos?"

"Logan…I like you,"

The smart one smiled, "I like you, too, Litos," Carlos' ears perked up and his eyes sparkled.

"You do?" He asked in excitement. Logan nodded his head.

"Of course, Carlos! Best friends are supposed to like each other! You can't be best friends with someone you hate," Carlos' smile faltered a little.

"Actually, I mean it as like like, Logan. Like, I love you," He whispered. Logan's smile still stayed on his face.

"I love you, too, Carlos!"

"Really?" Carlos asked slowly.

"Yea! You're like my brother and brothers and best friends love each other!" The 'smart' one explained. The bubbly teen shook his head.

"Logan, I meant-,"

"Sh! The fireworks are starting. We'll talk later. I promise," Carlos closed his mouth and nodded his head. He turned around to watch the fireworks, but didn't pay attention as he couldn't wait until after the fireworks show.

After the fireworks, Logan climbed down from the tree before Carlos could even notice he did. It took Carlos maybe ten minutes to figure out that his best friend was no longer sitting in the tree. He quickly climbed out and searched for his best friend. He ran around the park for about fifteen minutes until he saw his brunette friend running toward him.

"Logan, where did you go?" Carlos yelled to his best friend.

"Sorry," The pale boy apologized with a huge smile on his face. "Guess what just happened!"

"What?"

"You know the guy, Austin that just moved in down the street?" The taller one nodded his head.

"What about him, Loges?" He asked his shorter friend.

"He asked me out!" Carlos' smile almost dropped from his face. Almost. He didn't want his best friend to think he wasn't supportive. If Logie was happy, then Carlos was happy.

"R-really? I didn't know he was gay,"

"Me either, but he said he was bi and that he really likes me! Can you believe it, 'Los? I have my first boyfriend!" Logan yelled out happily.

Carlos nodded his head and kept his fake smile plastered to his face, "I'm happy for you, Loges. Um, we better get going. You ready to walk home?"

"Uh, actually…Austin asked me if I wanted him to walk me home and I said yes," Logan whispered.

"Oh…okay. I'll see you around then," Carlos said as he turned around and walked home heartbroken.

Flashback

I sighed and closed my locker. I threw the pucks back in the supply room; not caring if they land on the floor. The custodian will pick it up or something. I grabbed my book bag and headed out the locker room. I ran to my next class; English. Perfect. English is my favorite class, other than gym class of course. Writing is another way for me to get my feelings and rage out other than slamming guys into the glass of a skating rink. I walk into the room and take my seat next to the window.

"Okay, Class," Ms. Richardson, the English teacher, called as she walked in the room. She placed her bag down by her desk and stood in front of the room.

"This week's assignment is to write a paper, about two pages long; about the time you helped someone through a problem. It could be any person; a family member, a friend, a boyfriend or girlfriend, a teacher, even a bum on the street. It's due next Friday. Now, because I'm feeling lazy today, instead of teaching a lesson we're gonna watch a movie. It's called 'Charly'. Now, you guys can either watch the movie or fall asleep. I don't care, just no cell phones,"

"What about iPods?" A kid in the class yelled out. She tapped her finger against her chin as she considered it. She nodded her head.

"iPod's are fine, but I repeat, no cell phones or texting," She answered as she pulled the TV from the corner and turned it on. As she sat at her desk, me and a couple of other students pulled out our iPods. I think I know exactly what I'm gonna do my paper on; the first time Logan got his heart broken.

Flashback

Fifteen year old Carlos Garcia sat at home alone on a Friday night watching TV. Just as he was about to fall asleep on the couch, his doorbell rang and multiple loud knocks came after the bell. He quickly got off the couch and ran to the door. He opened it and collected the teenager that basically fell into his arms.

"What's wrong, Logie? What happened?" He asked his best friend since the age of three. Logan looked up from Carlos' shoulder. Carlos' heart broke as he saw his best friend's red eyes and puffy cheeks that had tears strolling down them.

"H-h-he br-broke u-up wi-with m-me," The shorter brunette cried. Carlos sighed and pulled Logan into his house and kicked the door closed. He dragged Logan over to the couch and sat them down. He rubbed Logan's back as he let him cry his eyes out on his shoulder. It took Logan about an hour and a half to finally calm down enough to talk without stuttering much.

"What happened, Logie?" Carlos asked him. The smart boy took a deep breath.

"He was walking me back home from a date. We stopped at my front door when I leaned in for a kiss. When I didn't feel him lean in, I opened my eyes and asked him what was wrong. He said that, and these are his exact words, he doesn't like me anymore. I was just a test to see if he would really like guys. He said he does, just not me. At first he did, but the 'spark' died out. He said goodbye and just left me there," After he finished telling his best friend what happened, he grabbed a tissue and blew his nose. He leaned his head on Carlos' shoulder once again.

"It's okay, Loges. He's a fucking loser if he can't see what a great boyfriend you are. I always thought he was a douche anyway," For the first time since Austin broke up with him, Logan laughed.

"Thanks, Carlos. You always know the right things to say," The Latino boy smiled and shrugged.

"I do my best. Now, how about a movie night? You can sleep over if you want. My parents won't be back until Sunday night," He smiled when he felt his best friend nod his head.

"Um, Logan, I need to get up to get you a pair of pj's," He sighed when he felt Logan shake his head.

"Carry me," Logan asked, more like told, Carlos as he looked up at him with baby eyes.

Carlos smiled a little and placed Logan in his lap. Then, he got up with Logan in his arms, bridal style, and carried him to his room. He laid him on his bed and walked over to his dresser. He pulled open a drawer that had 'Logan' taped on it. Since they stay over at each other's houses a lot, they each have drawers full of each other's things for when they stay over. He pulled out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from the drawer and closed it. He walked over to the bed and handed them to Logan.

"I'm gonna get the movies and stuff ready. I'll be downstairs," He told him as he walked out of his room. He walked down to the kitchen and threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave. He took some sodas out of the fridge and placed them in the living room. He placed some movies on the living room table, next to the sodas. As he pulled the popcorn from the microwave, Logan came back downstairs and walked into the living room with one of Carlos' sweatshirts on.

Carlos walked back in the living room with the popcorn. He felt his heart burst with love as he saw Logan wearing his sweatshirt. He gave Logan the popcorn and sat down on the couch.

"What movie do you want to watch first?"

"Um…The Pacifier. Vin Diesel looks good in that movie," Carlos rolled his eyes with a smile as he stood up and placed the movie in the DVD Player. When he sat back down, Logan laid his head on his best friend's shoulder. Out of habit; the Latino wrapped his arm around Logan's shoulder.

"Thanks, Carlos,"

"For what, Logie?"

"For being the greatest best friend ever,"

Flashback

I smirked a little and turned off my iPod when the bell rang. Only two more periods left until I'm able to go home and enjoy my weekend.

Two Periods Later:

Outside the school:

I leaned against my car waiting for Logan to come so I can drop him off at home. I check my watch for the third time; it says 4:10. Logan was supposed to meet me at the front of the school by my car at 3:30. Maybe he went home with Dak. No. He would've told me if he did. He wouldn't have me standing out here like an idiot…would he? Oh! There he is. Why does he look so…mad? Scratch that. He looks pissed off. He walks over to my car without even saying anything.

Since the doors were already unlocked he through his book bag in the back seat and sat in the front passenger's seat.

"Well, hi to you, too," I whispered to myself. Since I already put my book bag in the back, I slid in the driver's seat and started the car. The ride was…silent. Since I've started driving us to school, the rides have never been silent. When I stop in front of his house, I keep the doors locked. He sighs and turns toward me when he notices the doors are locked.

"Carlos, let me out,"

"No, Logan. Not until I find out what's wrong with you. Before lunch you were all happy and giddy. What happened to make you so angry?"

"Look, Carlos, I'm not in the mood to talk. I promise I'll tell you tomorrow, but can you just let me out?" He asked.

I sighed and unlocked the doors. He smiled a little and got out. He grabbed his bag from the backseat and started walking up his porch steps. He got his keys out and unlocked his door. Before he walked in, he turned around and waved to me. I waved back and drove off down the street.

The Next Day:

At around 2:30 pm, I headed over to Logan's house. Instead of driving, I just decided to walk. When I got there, I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. I waited for about five minutes and knocked again. Another five minutes passed before I gave up with the knocking and reached under the mat to get the emergency key. I opened the door and placed the key on the table next to the door. I closed the door and called out Logan's name.

"Logan! You here?" I looked all around the first floor, and then went upstairs to see if he's in his room.

I walked up to his door and opened it. My heart broke at the sight; Logan lying in his bed with tissues and a sad movie playing on his TV, but I don't really pay attention to that. My eyes lock on the sweatshirt Logan was wearing. It was my sweatshirt that he took two months ago when he slept over. Let's see: tissues, my sweatshirt, sad movies piled right by the TV, a pair of scissors sitting on top of cut pictures of him and Dak…Logan just got dumped. I walked in his room and closed the door.

His head snapped towards me as he blew his nose.

"H-hey, Ca-Carlos. Wh-what are y-you doing h-here?"

"You said you were gonna tell me what was wrong yesterday…and I think I have a good idea on what happened," I told him as I sat on the bed next to him. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and let his head lean on my shoulder like every time his heart got broken.

"Yea. I found him cheating on me when we were supposed to meet up for lunch. He was kissing that dumb ass blonde cheerleader Jessica. I thought something wasn't right, but I just pushed it aside. I really thought he was the one, 'Los,"

"I know, Logie, I know. He's a douchebag just like Austin and Jett. They'll never find someone as amazing as you. Don't even cry over him. He's not worth it,"

"Thanks, 'Los,"

"No problem, Loges. Now, how about you wash your face? No offense, you look like crap," I joked. We both laughed as he started to get off the bed.

"I'll be right back," He went into his bathroom and closed the door. I sighed and looked at the pictures on Logan's wall that I've seen more than a thousand times. I stopped looking when I felt my phone vibrate. I took it out of my pocket and answered it after looking at the caller I.D.

"Hey, James,"

"Hey, Carlos. I heard what happened with Logan and Dak,"

"Yea. I'm at his house now. He looks a mess man," I tell him as I stand up and look out the window; my back facing the bathroom door.

"Maybe now is your chance! Tell him how you feel,"

"James! He just broke up with his boyfriend! I can't just tell him 'Hey, Loges, I know you've just found you're boyfriend cheating on you, but I've loved you since fifth grade and I want you to be my boyfriend. What do you say, Logie?"

"You love me?" I turned around at the sound of Logan's voice and saw him standing there in front of me.

"Um…Uh…James? Let me call you back," I quickly hung up and stuffed my phone in my pocket. "Logan…I uh…um-,"

"Carlos, you're not answering my question…do you or do you not love me more than a friend?" I bent my head and focused on my shoes.

"Yes, Logan," I whispered.

"For how long?" I heard him ask me. I looked up with a confused expression.

"What?"

"For how long, Carlos?" He whispered as he focused on the floor.

"For seven years…"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He asked as he looked up at me. My heart broke for the second time that night as I saw his eyes refill with tears.

"I tried to tell you, but every time I got ready to tell you, we were interrupted," I answered him. I slowly stepped toward him. "Logan, I really do love you more than a friend. I'd never hurt you like Dak or Jett or Austin. I'll love you with all my heart," He slowly started shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, Carlos. I can't. I just-,"

"Why can't you just give me a chance? You've been dating guys that have been breaking your heart! Every time you had a boyfriend you said you found the one. Why can't you see that the one is right in front of you and has been in front you since day one?" I yelled at him.

"…Carlos…I think you need to leave," He whispered. My eyes widened and I shook my head.

"Logan, I didn't mean for it to com-,"

"Just leave, Carlos!" He screamed pointing at the door. I looked from him to the door and left. During the whole walk home…all I did was cry. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. It's all James' fault.

The Next Day:

5 pm:

"I'm sure he doesn't hate you," Kendall said as me, him, and James sat in my room talking about the…incident…that happened between me and Logan yesterday.

"Kendall, I'm pretty sure he does. He hasn't answered any of my phone calls or replied to any of my text messages. I've never seen him like this before. I never wanted this to happen!" I scream in my pillow.

"Carlos, he's your best friend! There's no way he could possibly hate you!" James told me. I lifted my head from my pillow and glared at James.

"You get to say nothing! It was all your fault! I blame you," The doorbell rang and I slowly got up from my bed and walked down the stairs, hearing James yell,

"I LOVE YOU, TOO, 'LITOS!" I rolled my eyes as I opened the door. My eyes widened when I saw who was at the door.

"Logan…" He looked up from the ground and looked me in my eyes. He stepped a little closer. "Logan, about yesterday I-," I didn't get to finish as Logan jumped towards me and kissed me.

I caught him in my arms and wrapped my arms around his waist. I kissed him back and sighed when I felt his arms wrap around my neck. My mind was blown when I felt him part my lips with his tongue. I gripped his hips tighter as his tongue rolled through my mouth. I've been kissed before, but not like this; nothing like this! I mean, I have French kissed before, but there were never sparks like these! Logan pulled away and held my face in his hands.

"I love you, too. I'm so sorry I never seen you sooner. You were right. You were always standing right in front of me. Please tell me you still love me," He whispered to me. I nodded my head and pulled him closer to me, if that's even possible.

"Of course I still love you. I'll never stop," I told him. He smiled his trademark crooked smile and leaned up to kiss my cheek.

"Good. Cause now that I have you, I'll never let you go," He leaned up again and pecked me on the lips. I smiled.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," I leaned down and kissed him; picking up where we left off from our earlier kiss.

"Yup," I heard James say behind me. "It was all my fault,"

Reminder: Smack James in the head…after I finish kissing my new boyfriend and best friend, Logan Mitchell.

Author's Notes: CorsomeeCorey , I hope you liked it, Corey. I also hope everyone else that read it liked it :) Don't forget to review!