Cute Carlos dribble. Might be a two-shot depending on reviews. This just kinda came to me a few weeks ago so I just had to get it published. I'm still deciding which one of my many story ideas I want to bring to life after this.
IDK if you people care but I'm gonna try to make a new community for Carlos stories. I know there's another one but that only has like 5 stories. If you care check it out or recommend stories.
Eight-year old Carlos was standing in the dark. It was hard to tell what was going on. Suddenly tears ran down his face for no reason, and he felt hurt. He ran in the darkness and heard his names echoing. He saw a small white house appear in the distance and ran faster to it, turns out it was his house back in Minnesota. Soon it started to snow and Carlos ran to his house faster. When he reached the front porch he swung his front door open and entered the living room. At first it seemed like no one was home, but then his mom appeared. She was wearing a light blue polka-dotted cooking apron. "Mamá?" he asked. "What's wrong Cariño?" she asked with her thick accent. Clearly this whole thing was a dream because his mom abused him when he was a kid and was imprisoned for it. "Sweetie you seem sad." Mrs. Garcia said. She held her arms out but Carlos backed away. Then she embraced him in a hug. All this was a mystery to him. Every dream he had about him mom ended poorly so he tried to squirm out. Then his brother appeared out of nowhere. "Calm down dude" he said. Mrs. Garcia ran her fingers through her younger son's hair and told him to stop crying.
Mrs. Garcia picked Carlos up and held him in her arms. He was still extremely paranoid that his mom would do something, even though his trust worthy brother was by his side. In a matter of minutes his dad walked through the front door. "Carlitos what's wrong he asked. Mrs. Garcia handed Carlos to Mr. Garcia. Mr. Garcia started to shake Carlos and chanted "wake up. Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP!"
Carlos's eyes shot open and he was welcomed back to reality. He looked around and saw he was in the living room of apartment 2J the TV was on and a movie was paused. Then he noticed he was in clinging to James's shirt "Wh-What's going on?" he asked. "Dude I think you were having a nightmare." Kendall said. He was sitting next to James and Logan was sitting in a red bean bag on the floor. Carlos rubbed his eyes and felt liquid on his face. "Was I crying?" he asked puzzled.
"Yeah that's why we wanted to know if you were having a bad dream." James said. "Was it about your mom?"
"I-I think so." Carlos said. "Oh dude don't worry it was just a dream." James said holding him tighter.
"Wait I think it was a good dream." Carlos said. "Then why were you crying?" Logan asked. Carlos scratched his head "I don't really know. It was confusing." James thought "I don't know" really meant 'I had a nightmare about my mom and I don't want to talk about it'. "Carlos your mom isn't here anymore just go back to sleep" James said. "But it wasn't a bad dream." Carlos told him.
"It probably doesn't seem like that because dreams don't often make any sense" Logan said "But just hearing how your mom abused you may have gotten into your dreams again and made you cry. It probably was a nightmare." Carlos put his head on James's chest. "Fine" he said and then shut his eyes. Kendall put a blanket on James and Carlos, then they all fell back asleep in the living room.
A/N: What does everyone think? Should I make it a one-shot? If I do I'm gonna tell it from the other guys P.O.V. Like what they see Carlos doing while he's in his dream and how they try to wake him up and calm him down. I might tell what the beginning was like instead of the ending. TTFN!