-Boys and Boys-

Chapter One - Getting Dumped and Getting Discovered - Carlos's girlfriend dumps him, and his mother makes an astonishing discovery while he isn't home. (I don't own Big Time Rush.)

He instantly felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. After three whole months without one single mess up, Chelsea was breaking was breaking up with him. She'd told him that she'd had her eye on someone else. Carlos was definitely sad about it. He crawled into his bed and laid down, staring at the ceiling. Chelsea had been perfect, with her blonde hair and her big blue eyes and her fair skin and her pouty lips. She was everything Carlos wanted in a girl and more. Now he was alone.

Carlos picked up his phone and texted his three best friends the same thing: "S.O.S."

James, Kendall, and Logan were there in a matter of minutes. Even though it was eleven o'clock at night, Sylvia let them go up to Carlos's room. They walked in, James in front and the other two right behind. James sat down on Carlos's bed. "What happened?"

"Chelsea broke up with me for some other guy," explained Carlos. James put an arm around Carlos's shoulders. Carlos broke down and hugged James. Tears started falling down his face, dripping off his chin. Kendall and Logan sat down on the floor beside Carlos's bed. Carlos looked up, pulling away from James and wiping his tears. "Can you guys stay?"

Kendall shook his head. "Sorry, buddy. Gotta go to Grandma's house in the morning. I have to mow her yard and go to the store for her."

Carlos nodded. He looked at Logan. Logan gave him a sad smile. "Yeah. I can stay."

Carlos turned his head to look up at the pretty face of James Diamond. James nodded. "I'm staying, too. My mom won't have a problem with it. I'll be here as long as you need a friend."

"Thanks, guys." Carlos hugged James and then Logan. A few minutes later, Kendall's mom texted him telling him to come home. Carlos hugged Kendall goodbye. After he left, it was all quiet. James stayed at Carlos's side, his arm still hanging around his shoulders. Logan still sat on the floor.

James looked at Carlos. "Maybe you should get some sleep, bud."

Carlos shook his head. "No. Sleep is definitely out of the question right now. Are you guys up for going on a walk down to the park?"

"Sure," answered Logan.

James nodded. "We'll do whatever you need us to do to make you feel better."

Even though it was nearly midnight, the three boys walked to the park, which was just down the road from Carlos's house. They headed for the swings immediately. Carlos just sat there, staring at the mud. James sighed. "Carlos, can I see you in the pavillion for a minute, please?"

Carlos followed James into the shelter. They sat on top of one of the many picnic tables. James put his arm around Carlos's shoulders again. "Carlos, I know you and Chelsea had a good thing going, and I know you really liked her, but she's stupid. She's stupid because she just ruined her chances with the greatest guy on Earth. Really, it's her loss. She's just a whore trying to make you feel bad."

Carlos cracked a smile. "Thanks, James. Maybe I won't feel like shit now."

"Hey! You're not shit, and you never will be," said James. He and Carlos joined Logan again.

Logan put his phone in his pocket and smiled at his friends. "Is everything okay?"

"Yep. Everything's fine," answered Carlos. "You know, I really don't feel like being here anymore. Let's go hang out back at my house."

The boys walked back to Carlos's house. They kicked off their shoes and went up to Carlos's room. James and Logan sat down on Carlos's bed but Carlos just stood there, frozen. The look on his face was a mixture of worry and disbelief. He swallowed. Sylvia suddenly appeared behind him. "Carlos, can I talk to you for a minute in my room?"

Carlos just turned and followed her to her bedroom. James looked at Logan, clearly confused. Logan shrugged.

Sylvia sat down on her bed. Carlos looked at the bed. There, lying on top of the comforter, was a stack of magazines. They weren't just any magazines. They were pornographic magazines, and they weren't just any pornographic magazines. They were gay pornographic magazines. Carlos swallowed. Sylvia sighed. "I decided to clean up your room while you were out. I found these hidden under your clothes in your dresser drawers. Carlos, I don't condone pornography. I believe that people should not be objectified. Now, here's the big issue. Hijo, do you think you might be...gay?"

"No," said Carlos immediately. "I just like the way men look. Like, their bodies. I don't like them like I like girls. Girls are great."

Sylvia's eyes filled with tears. "Would you have sex with a woman?"

Carlos shrugged. "I guess so. I mean, if she was nice and everything, and if I got to know her well enough."

Sylvia could barely make out words through her sobs anymore. "What about a man? Would you have sex with a man, Carlos?"

Carlos started tearing up now. He thought about it for a moment. He looked down at that stack of magazines and remembered all of those naked men. Those men he would like to have touch him, just because they looked as if they were angels, with a perfect touch that no one else could give him. Carlos nodded a little. "Yes. I think I would."

Carlos's mother closed her eyes and nodded. She grabbed a tissue and blew her nose. "Okay. I'm tired now. I'm going to sleep. Good night."

Carlos stood up. Right before closing the door behind him, he said, "Don't tell Dad."

Before entering his room again, Carlos wiped his eyes and sniffled. He didn't want there to be any signs that he had been crying. His friends would worry. As soon as Carlos stepped into his room, James stood up. "Carlos, you've been crying. What happened?"

The Latino sighed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "My mom found the porn magazines I was hiding in my room. She hates me now."

"I doubt your mom hates you because you have porn magazines," said Logan quietly.

"You don't know the whole story." Carlos lowered the volume of his voice considerably. "It was gay porn."

James narrowed his eyebrows. "Huh? Speak up, Carlos."

"GAY PORN!" yelled Carlos. "NAKED MEN! I know you guys will probably hate me, but yeah, it's true! Poor little Carlos is a faggot! That's why I didn't want to lose Chelsea, because she made it so that no one could tell I'm gay! DAMN IT!"

Carlos kicked his laundry basket across the room. He then sat down on his bed. James sat next to him, once more putting his arm around Carlos's shoulders. "Carlos, we don't hate you. The fact that you're gay doesn't change anything. We're friends, and we'll always be friends. No matter what."

Logan sat down on the other side of Carlos and rubbed his back in a circular motion. "Yeah. Nothing can stop us from being friends with you."

Carlos nodded. "Okay. Thanks, guys. I'm glad to know I can trust you. How will Kendall feel about this? Will he be as accepting as you guys?"

James shrugged. "I don't see why he wouldn't be."

"We'll have to see tomorrow," said Logan.

Carlos nodded again. "Yeah. Let's go to sleep. I'm suddenly really tired."

Logan got up and switched off the overhead light, turning on the nightlight because Carlos had always been afraid of the dark. Carlos and James laid down on Carlos's bed, turned so that James's head was at the foot of the bed, beside Carlos's feet. Logan took the floor, like he always did. Everyone said goodnight, and they all soon fell asleep, Carlos wondering what would happen tomorrow.