A/N: Alright, here it is! Yay! Okay, this story won't be a whole lot of drama. It'll mostly be funny, with the kids getting themselves into weird shenanigans. But I'll throw something in there from time to time to keep you all on your toes ;) So please enjoy! I hope you guys like it as much as the last two.
The sound of sirens filled the air and flashing lights could be seen for miles. It seemed as if the entire Alvarado police station was at 134 St. Claire Drive. A man was being led out of the house in handcuffs. He was obviously drunk, shouting about how they couldn't take him from his own home and stumbling over his feet.
A little boy, no older than seven, followed him out of the house in tears. "Dad!" he screamed. "Daddy!" Tears streamed down his face as he ran after his father, but a police officer reached out to stop him.
"Where are you taking my daddy?" the little boy asked, tears still running down his cheeks.
"We're taking him away. He can't hurt you anymore," the police officer said soothingly. He was a stocky Hispanic man with kind, brown eyes. "Can you tell me your name, son?'
The little boy sniffled, brushing a little of his brown hair out of his face. "James Diamond," he mumbled.
"James, I'm Officer Garcia," the man said. "I'm going to take you home with me tonight. You'll be safe there. We have an extra bedroom that you can use until we can contact a relative you may be able to live with. Will that be okay with you?"
James sniffled again, wiping his tears on the back of his hand. He gave a little nod, even though he wanted nothing more than to scream at this man; the man who was taking his daddy away and taking him from his home.
"We'll go and get you some things," the kind officer said. "I have a son about your age named Carlos. It will be just like a sleepover!"
James finally spoke in a small voice. "I-I've never had a sleepover."
"Never had a sleepover?" Officer Garcia asked astounded. "Well, we'll have to make your first one pretty darn amazing then, won't we?"
James gave a small smile, but didn't know if he wanted to go and have a sleepover with this guy's son. He just wanted his daddy back, and to go to bed in his own room tonight.
"Why are you taking my daddy?" he asked as he was taken back to his own room.
Officer Garcia paused in his search for a bag. He took a deep breath. "Did your daddy ever do anything, mean, to you? Hit you or anything?"
James shook his head no and Officer Garcia gave him a puzzled look. "What do you mean no?"
"Daddy told me never to tell anybody that or else…." The little boy trailed off.
"Or else what?"
James looked up, eyes sad. "He said he would kill me if I told anyone what he did."
Officer Garcia was stunned. This was worse than he thought. That night the police department got a call from the neighbors, saying that they heard a little boy screaming. The police got there as fast as they could, figuring it was the typical child abuse situation. He'd never thought it would have gone as far as threatening the life of his son.
"James," Officer Garcia said kindly. "You can tell me. Your dad is in a place where he can't hurt you anymore. Please tell me what he did to you."
James shook his head and tears filled his brown eyes. "He'll come after me. He'll kill me, just like he said."
"James, I promise you he won't," Officer Garcia said, but the little boy still protested. He shook his head over and over, muttering about how his father would come after him. Eventually the officer gave up, going to James' closet and packing some clothes for him. James sat silently on the bed while Officer Garcia moved quickly about the room.
"Are you ready?" he asked when he was finished. The little boy nodded and hopped off the bed. "Is there anything else you want to bring with you?" James simply shook his head and followed the man out the door. Taking one last look at his house, he got into the car.
Carlos Garcia peeked around the threshold at the strange boy sitting on the bed in the guest room. He had been standing out there for about ten minutes, wondering what that boy was doing here.
"You can come in." The voice startled him. He realized that the strange boy was talking to him.
"Okay," he replied, entering the room. "I'm Carlos."
"James."
"Do you want to play superheroes with me?"
"Not really…"
"Are you sure?" Carlos asked. "It's fun. See?" He got up and started jumping on the bed. He flexed his 'muscles' and growled. "I'm the Hulk. GRR!"
James giggled at him. He thought it looked like fun and wanted to try too. "I'm Superman!" He jumped off the bed and 'flew' around the room.
"Come on Superman!" Carlos growled as the Hulk. "We save the world!" They ran around the room, aiming fake punches at fake enemies and yelling 'take that!' Ricardo and Isabella Garcia stood in the doorway, laughing at the two boys.
"Alright superheroes," Isabella said after a few more minutes of watching them fight evil. "Time for bed."
"Awww mom!" Carlos whined.
"Don't argue with me, Carlitos," she said. "Bed."
"Fine," he said, turning to James. "Night."
"Night," James said. The three Garcia's left the room, leaving him to change into his pajamas. He then got into bed and turned out the light, laying alone in the darkness. Every time he closed his eyes, he started hearing unfamiliar noises.
Getting out of the bed, he padded down the hallway until he found the room he was looking for. "Carlos?" he asked.
"James?" Carlos asked.
"Yeah," he replied. "Could I come in there with you? I keep hearing funny noises in my room."
"Sure," Carlos said. James went into the room and Carlos scooted over to make room. "Goodnight James."
"Goodnight Carlos."
The next morning, Isabella was on her way to the kitchen, stopping to check on Carlos like she did every morning. What she saw almost brought her to tears. Carlos and James were both sleeping like angels in Carlos' bed. She could tell that this was the beginning of a lifetime friendship.
A/N: Hope you liked it :) More will be up soon! Please review!
