Hands All Over Chapter 1: Misery, a big time rush fanfic

This is my first fic in a while, so bear with me.

I've had this idea for a really long time, actually. I would've had this done and up a lot sooner, I'm just a procrastinator. Sorry for that.

The main idea of this is a bunch of interconnecting stories. Each chapter corresponding to a song on Maroon 5's Hands All Over (Which is my favorite CD of all time. I listen to it almost everyday. I absolutely recommend listening to it). I have most of the chapters somewhat planned out, others I have no idea what I'm going to do for them. I might need your help coming up with ideas. (For those of you that are actually going to read this story and stay along with it. Which I hope is at least a few, I worked really hard on this chapter). The chapters are going to be all in order as the songs are on the CD. And there's going to be Cargan and Kames in it eventually, so whatever the main couple is in the chapter that is most recently out will be the characters displayed.

I also didn't expect it to be this long. When I first started out reading fanfiction, and there was a really long story, I always wondered how writer's could make them that long. But sometimes when you're writing, you can get carried away, which as you can see I did here. Sorry again.

I really hope you guys enjoy it and decide to stick along with it. That'll give me motivation to continue it. I won't be looking for a certain amount of reviews to continue, but reviews are always helpful.

Disclaimer: Big Time Rush is not mine.

Logan's P.O.V.

"Hey, Carlos? Can you quiet down and sit still please? We need to work on our song," I said as I tried to reason with him. He's just so hyperactive most of the time, and it's hard to control him.

But that's one of his many endearing qualities that I love about him. Like 'love' about him. Yes, I, Logan Mitchell, have figured out, a long time ago actually, that I'm bisexual, and I'm in love with Carlos. Don't ask me when or how it started, it just kind of happened. But that's not the matter at hand now. What is, is that I need to get him to concentrate on writing our song.

Gustavo had given us an assignment, somewhat like last time, in which we were paired off and were ordered to write a song for a chance of it to be the final song on our next album. Carlos and I are competing against Kendall and James for that spot. I had gotten paired with Carlos, whether or not that's good or bad, I don't know. And the whole writing part hasn't been going too well. I just can't get him to sit still for more than a few seconds. Frustrating is what it is.

"Oh, yeah! Sorry Logie."

Damn. There goes the use of that blasted nickname again. Carlos is really the only one that uses it anymore. But it still gets on my nerves.

"Carlos. How many times have I told you not to call me Logie? That's not my name. Call me Logan. Please."

He just looked at me with a hurt expression on his face. Goddamn. Those things that he can do with his eyes.

"Fine, you can call me that. But from now on, it's now reserved solely for you to use. Ok? I will only answer for you," Shit. That didn't come out right. I blushed as soon as those words left my mouth.

"Really? Thanks Logie! But you're right, we should get to work. Sorry for delaying us," He gave me the largest and brightest smile his adorable face could handle.

I just gave a small smile back.

"So, where do you say we begin? Lyrics?" I asked him.

He just nodded.

We sat in silence for a good fifteen minutes, each jotting down a few things that might help us.

"You have anything so far, Logie? Because I'm at a loss. What I have is just a mess of random words. Not very impressive, if you ask me."

I just stared at him in disbelief. "You actually have something?"

He must have noticed my surprise, because he just looked away, hiding his face.

"Is that bad?" How could he have possibly thought that that was a bad thing?

"No, no Carlos. It's more than I have, actually. I really don't have anything at all," I hesitated for a second before asking, "Can I look? I mean, at what you have so far?"

He wordlessly handed me his notebook. It was filled with his usual messy scrawl, but it was still legible.

I read through what he had, and I was pleasantly surprised. This was not what I was expecting from Carlos. At all.

I read over it a few more times before he broke the silence.

"Logie? What do you think? You've been staring at it for uncomfortably long now. Is it ok?"

"What do I think? Carlos this is fantastic. You think this isn't good?" He just nodded his head. "How can you not think it's good? I never expected this to come from you. You have a gift. How come you didn't use it last time? With Kendall?" He just shrugged his shoulders, and blushed, the red dusting his cheeks ever so lightly, but I chose to ignore it. And I meant what I said. I'd never expect something like this to come from Carlos, of all people, in such a short amount of time. I'm absolutely stunned.

"You really think so?" He asked, still, for some reason, doubting himself. I just nodded.

"And you know what Carlos? From what you have here, it gave me an idea on where to continue writing the song."

He looked like he was about to burst at the seams from being so happy at my compliments. Adorable.

He just stared at me expectantly.

"Well? Logie? How about we get going? And if we keep going at this pace, we can probably get this done either tonight or tomorrow. Right? We're so gonna beat Kendall and James..."

His voice died down at the last sentence. As if he was unsure of his statement.

"No, Carlos. We're totally going to beat them. You can be sure of it. And if we don't, I'll buy dinner for the two of us as compensation for the loss," Damn. What is wrong with me? I keep hinting at... certain things that I hope Carlos didn't notice.

"I don't know what that means, but I'm gonna say yes anyway. Because either way, it'll leave time for just you and me, won't it?"

My eyes widened and my whole face was dotted with what seemed like a permanent red stain. Damn you Carlos and the things you do to me.

"Y-yeah. Of course it will," I managed to stutter out. I used to be so calm and composed, but now look at me; I've turned into a stuttering mess. All because of one person.

"You ok, Logie? Your whole face is red," He asked while he came closer to me and put the back of his hand on my forehead, as if he was testing if I had a fever. I might as well have. I felt my cheeks heat up, but I don't think that they can get any redder.

"I-I'm fine, Carlos," I said as I reluctantly backed away from his touch. "Let's just get to work on the song. Ok?"

He put his hand down in his lap and just sadly nodded.

"Yeah... ok. I guess. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"No sorry necessary, Carlos. It's all ok. I promise. You did nothing wrong. Now let's actually continue writing," I said, feeling a little heartbroken at his expression.

Carlos and I had been continuously writing for about an hour, when all of a sudden, James and Kendall had burst through the front door of the apartment, laughing their heads off. Carlos was the first to speak up.

"What the hell is up with you two? What did you get into?"

Their answer was just them walking into their shared room, still laughing like I've never seen them before.

"The hell was that all about?" Carlos asked, a mix of confusion and laughter written on his face.

"I... don't know. And I really don't want to. But how about we take a break? Get some dinner? I'll pay," Wow. I felt generous tonight. So what the hell? Why not ask my love interest to dinner? Completely casual, right? Haha. No.

"But Logie, I thought you said that would buy us dinner if we lost. We haven't even competed yet."

"I'm not going to take no for an answer. I'm taking you to dinner. I don't care what you have to say. Plus, we're almost done with our song, and we don't have to have it in for a week. We can take a break," I hope I didn't come off too harsh on him.

"Sounds great!"

It didn't seem like I did. That's good.

"Let's go then! I have the perfect place for us to go to."

He just smiled as he went towards the front door and held it open for me. I just had to get the keys to the car, and I was set.

Let me tell you that dinner was amazing. It wasn't the fanciest place ever, but the food was still great. And I got to spend extra time with Carlos. Which is always good in my opinion.

When we got back to the apartment, for some reason, Kendall was in the living room, seemingly waiting for us.

"And where were you two?" He asked, his natural need to know
everything coming forth.

"At dinner. Why does it matter?" I countered, feeling slightly proud of myself.

"You were at dinner? Just you and Carlos? For what reason?"

"I just took him out for a special occasion is all," It's true. Kind of.

"What's the occasion? You guys get married or something?" I could see he was trying to hold in laughter. Oh, and by the way, Kendall is the only person I've told about my crush on Carlos. And what he's doing now, he does it all the time. Just to piss me off. But I know he has good intentions, he wouldn't actually make fun of me for it. Besides, I know he loves James. He confessed to me after I confined in him about loving Carlos.

"No!" My face turned a dark shade of red. "We're not even of legal age to do that yet. We only went out because we're almost done with our song. All we need is the music to go along with it."

"Really, is that so?" I just nodded, refusing to say anything, "Well you're ahead of James and I, that's for sure. God he's stubborn. He refuses to listen to any of my suggestions. He just wants to do it his way and his way only."

"Tell me about it," I said with the most serious expression I could make without bursting from trying to hold in too much laughter.

Kendall beat me to it. He started laughing uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?" Carlos asked, coming from the kitchen. Wait, when did he get in there?

"You should've seen Logan's face, Carlos."

And, for some unknown reason, Carlos and I started laughing too.

When I stopped, I told Kendall, "If you actually want a chance against Carlos and me, then you better go and find James and straighten him out. You need to show him who's in charge. If you do that, I'm sure he'll listen to you from now on," I stood up, and basically shoved him out the front door.

"Even though he has no chance against us, right Logie?" He nudged me and I blush.

"Y-yeah of course. No chance. And I think that we've worked enough on it today, we can wait until tomorrow until we work on the music, and maybe even fine-tune the lyrics. Just to be safe?" That seemed more of a question than a statement.

"Sounds great, Logie. So what do you suppose we do now?"

"You don't have to stay here with me. You can go somewhere else, you know. I'm not forcing you to do anything."

"I know, Logie. But what if I want to stay here with you?" I blushed, hard. I'm seriously flattered that he wants to stay here with me instead of hanging out with some of his other friends.

"I'm flattered, Carlos, really. But seriously, go hang out with some of your other friends. We've been together all day, remember? And we have tomorrow too. So I'm fine on my own, you don't have to stay here."

"But I wanna stay here, Logie! Don't you get that? I thought you said you weren't forcing me to do anything. Kinda being hypocritical if you ask me."

He's right. Wait what? When did he learn that word?

He must have seen the expression on my face, because he answered without the question needing to be asked.

"I learned it from spending so much time with you, Logie. I'm not that stupid."

Did I ever say that? I might've implied it, though.

"No, no Carlos, I never said you were stupid, did I? And yes, you were right, I was being hypocritical. You can stay here if you want."

And he did. And it turned out great. We even did the fine-tuning we said we were going to do tomorrow. We're way ahead of schedule. Why didn't Gustavo pair us together earlier? We're perfect songwriting partners. We have perfect chemistry. We're perfectly in-sync with each other. Wow. I can't believe I didn't notice before that Carlos and I have so much in common.

I can only pray that he notices it, too.

The next day, Carlos was awake already, and, for some reason, he was currently trying to wake me up from a very pleasant dream. And not the dirty type of pleasant. Perverts.

"Logie, Logie wake up! We need to go and get our music done. You said we'd do that today! So come on!"

"Ugh, ok Carlos, I'm up. What time is it anyway?" I would've looked over at my clock, but my eyes are still blurry from sleep.

"It's almost noon, buddy. You seemed really tired last night when we were working, and you fell asleep on the spot. So I carried you back to our room and tucked you in."

I blushed. Hard. I looked away in embarrassment. But he didn't seem to notice.

"And as you can see, I didn't change your clothes or anything. I didn't want it to get too awkward. I hope that's ok with you."

"No, I-it's fine. I w-would have preferred it anyway. T-thank you," Damn stutter. The one I've been having lately around Carlos is a nervous stutter, I can tell. It's not my actual medically diagnosed stutter that I've been able to keep under control for years. Yes, I have a stutter. Only my family and Kendall, James, and Carlos know about it. I prefer not to tell anyone about it because it can get really bad. So bad in fact, that when I talk, I am barely able to pronounce words correctly. Or even get a sentence out without messing up more than half of the words that I say. But, that's definitely not the matter at hand here. What is, is that Carlos woke me up and is trying to get me to the studio so we can get the music done for our song.

I take a deep breath, effectively getting rid of my nervousness.

"Ok, Carlos. Just let me get cleaned up first and we'll be on our way. Now can you get off of me?" I can't believe I didn't notice that he had climbed on top of me. How oblivious am I? And luckily my stutter is not the only thing I can keep under control; otherwise it would be a very weird position for Carlos and me to be in.

Well, for him at least.

I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard a loud thud and the sound of Carlos' pained scream.

I didn't want to waste time putting on my clothes, so I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist and rushed out of the bathroom to find Carlos on the floor of our bedroom, clutching what seemed to be his wrist.

"Carlos! What happened? Are you ok?"

"It hurts Logie!" Was all he said. Well, more like moaned.

"What hurts? Please tell me so I can try and help."

He held out his arm, directing me towards his wrist. And oh my god...

I carefully took his wrist in my hands and examined it. I could already see it starting to swell and get discolored. It was most likely broken.

"W-what happened? What could you have possibly done in the short time I was in the shower to have this happen to you?" I meant that in the nicest way possible.

"I-I don't know. I was in the living room, and then I remembered I forgot something in here. So, being me, I ran in here to get it. And I tripped over something, probably my own feet, and I fell and hit the framing of my bed. But I've hit it on much harder things, and it's never hurt this bad before. I don't know what happened. Please help, Logie!"

"Well, whatever happened, we need to get you to the hospital."

He let out a pained squeak, effectively breaking my heart.

"W-why do I need to go to the..." He was cut off by his own scream. He screamed for a second time? That kind of scared me. Carlos usually has a very high pain tolerance, and seeing him like this, in so much pain and actually complaining about it, that's not a good sign. It definitely is a break. And a bad one at that. And the framing of all of our beds is reinforced steel. And to hit something like that. Ouch. Hitting anything like steel always seems to be worse than if you hit anything else.

"See? That's what I'm talking about. You broke your wrist; we need to take you to the hospital."

And, for some reason, I just now realized that I was still only in my towel.

"I'll be right back. Don't move."

I rushed back towards the bathroom, got dressed, and rushed back to where Carlos was, still on the ground, still crying out in pain.

"Come on, Carlos. It won't take that long to get there. You can make it. It'll be alright," I said as I tried to coax him of the floor.

He got up, slowly I might add, and held onto me for dear life.

"It just hurts so much, Logie! Please get me to the hospital, I need it so much."

"I will Carlos, I promise. Do you think you can make it to the car yourself?"

He just nodded.

Oh, and by the way, Carlos and I are the only ones left in the apartment, from what I can tell. I have no idea where the other ones are, but if they were here, someone probably would have come rushing in at Carlos screaming. None of our friends are that inconsiderate.

I wrote a note, telling everybody else where Carlos and I were going to be, just in case somebody came back and wondered where we had disappeared to.

Yep. I was right. Carlos' wrist is most definitely broken. And it is most definitely a bad break. But what I wasn't expecting is what the doctor said to Carlos and me next.

'Come on, Kendall, pick up' I thought to myself as I was pacing back and forth in Carlos' hospital room.

"Logan! Dude! What the hell happened? Why are you and Carlos at the hospital?" Well look who found my note.

"I don't really have time to explain. I just need your mom to get here as soon as possible."

"What? Why do you need my mom?"

"Carlos needs surgery, and we need the consent of a parent or legal guardian to have it done. So please, I beg of you, just get your ass over here and bring your mother with you."

"Oh god, I'm sorry. I know how you must be feeling right now. We'll be there as soon as possible."

Carlos was out of surgery, thank god, and the doctor was currently explaining to James, Kendall, Kendall's mom, and I what they had done and what would need to be done for care after Carlos was released.

"First of all, your friend will be fine. But he will be in pretty severe pain for a few weeks, one to two weeks max. And he will need to take these," He handed Kendall's mom a bottle filled with prescribed pain medication. "Every four to six hours, for the first few days, to help ease the swelling and the pain. The cast will be able to come off in about six weeks, the amount of time needed for it to heal properly," He paused, that's never a good sign, but continued, "And the last bit of information you guys need to know is that we fixed it by using rods and pins, along with his cast, the reason for it being that was the only way for it to have any chance of it healing correctly. The reason his wrist was shattered was because it had become extremely brittle. From you have told me, after so many years of damaging it against miscellaneous objects, it had become susceptible to something like this. It only took that one major hit to completely shatter it. The good news is that we managed to save it. So he will most likely recover completely. Although, the rods and pins will stay in for the rest of his life. And the only minor drawback is that he may have limited mobility in his wrist, even after the cast is taken off, until he gets used to having that limitation. Do any of you have any questions?"

No one spoke up. So I did.

"He's right handed, and as you know, he broke his right wrist. Will he be able to use it? Or will he need to use some other method?"

"I want him only to use it for school and things like that. But whenever he's not doing things important, I want him to rest it. Unnecessary activities could have the chance of damaging it even more. Oh, and when he showers or bathes, have him wear this," He handed me a roll of waterproof tape and a couple of plastic bags to get started. "Make sure he wears these before he comes into contact with any water. And he can remove them after he's dry. He can reuse the bags, but he might not want to, depending on his hygiene standards. If you want to buy new ones, they're available at your local drugstore. Any other questions?"

We all shook our heads.

"Alright then, I'll go sign his papers, and after that, he's free to go home."

On the drive home, Carlos with me, the rest with Ms. Knight, I noticed three things.

One, Carlos is almost a completely different person when he's in actual pain. He didn't say one thing on the way home; he just stayed quiet, save the occasional complaint or moan of pain.

Two, Carlos is not the type to be affected by anesthesia. He's not all loopy or anything. He's just plain old Carlos.

Three, purple is definitely his color. He got his cast in a shade of the color that just goes perfectly with his skin tone. He looks fantastic. Although I don't think he'd really appreciate me telling him that, especially since it would be after he got the damn thing on, and not before.

I had sat him down on the couch, before the rest of our hectic household came back, and made sure everything was comfortable enough for him. I asked him if he needed anything, his response was just some water and his pain medication.

He took those, a deep breath, and said something I wasn't quite expecting to come from him.

"I'm so sorry, Logie. I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

I stared at him with a look of disbelief on my face.

"What? No, Carlos. You have nothing to be sorry for. You did nothing wrong. This was all an accident. All that matters is that you're ok. Right?"

I turned a light shade of pink after realizing what I had just said.

"You're blushing again, Logie. Are you sure you're ok? You've been doing that quite a lot lately."

"Yeah, I'm fine. But let's get back to what you said. Why would you feel the need to be sorry about what happened?"

His expression changed almost immediately. It went from being almost happy to being, well, dejected.

"I... I don't really know how to explain it. It just upsets me that this happened."

"W-why does it upset you so badly? You do realize that it's going to heal almost perfectly, right? So there shouldn't be any..."

"It's not because of that! Don't you see? I'm fine with having this thing on, doesn't bother me a bit! What does though is that I've already let youdown! What happened here more affects you than it does me."

"I, I don't understand..."

He took another deep breath, trying to calm himself down before talking again.

"I'm sorry for that little outburst there, Logie. What I was trying to say was that now that this thing is on," He gestured towards his cast, "I can't exactly do everything like I did before. And I don't know if that will affect our song production or not. And I kinda realized that it had some meaning to you, and now I've just gone and ruined our chances at winning. I'm so sorry."

"Wait, how does you breaking your wrist have anything to do with our song? It might put us back a few days, but we were way ahead of schedule anyway. We can wait for the pain to subside a little bit before working on it again, if that sounds good?"

I feel awful for him. He thinks he did something wrong, when that is the exact opposite of what happened.

"I'm still sorry. But I guess we can do that. If it's ok with you."

I just nodded.

"It's fine, Carlos, really. But why did you become so upset when in started to involve me?"

This time, he blushed.

"I, uh, no reason?" He said that as more of a question than a statement.

Wait. He blushed. And not me. What? When did the roles reverse? I laughed to myself without really realizing.

"W-what's so funny, Logie?"

"Oh, nothing. Well, maybe something along the lines of, 'You're blushing now, Carlos. Are you ok?' That ring a bell?"

To my surprise, his blush darkened to an almost impossible shade of red.

"Shut up. It's not funny. I can't help how I feel."

Wait. What?

I was about to speak up, and ask him what that meant, when Kendall and James finally decided to show up.

"Wow. So sorry we're late. Got caught up in traffic. God, Carlos, are you ok?"

"It's fine, Kendall. And yes, I'm ok. No need to worry, Logie's been taking good care of me."

I smiled at his compliment.

"Oh has he now?" Kendall said, smirking all the while.

"Yes, he has," Carlos retaliated. He paused, "Now where are your mom and Katie?"

"Oh, I actually don't know. They just dropped James and I off and didn't tell us where they were going. But if I had to guess, it would be something for you. You know, because of what happened. My mom always gets gifts for friends who have been injured seriously like you have. They're usually relatively expensive. Like seriously, they're really nice gifts. I don't know why she does it. Just expect something really nice tomorrow," He paused too, looking Carlos over, "No offense. You know, about saying 'seriously injured'."

"Oh, none taken. I understand. I brought this upon myself, no need to feel sorry for me."

Wow. Carlos was being surprisingly mature about the situation. I'm impressed. And slightly turned on.

Damnit. This was definitely not the time to be thinking like that. 'Control. You need to learn self-control.' I thought as I mentally slapped myself.

"Something wrong, Logan? You seem spaced out," Well at least Kendall noticed. But wait... Damnit. He had that damned smirk on his face again. He knew I liked this side of Carlos.

"Yes. I'm fine," I said through gritted teeth as I was trying to hold in my anger. Kendall really needs to stop doing this. It's like he's trying to expose my secret. I know his secret and all, but I'm not the type of person to flaunt it around like he does with mine. Ugh. Stupid Kendall.

Sometimes I regret ever telling him that I love Carlos.

But if he keeps this up, he'll regret ever telling me about his secret love. Let's see how that goes over with him.

He must be able to read me like an open book, because a soon as that thought entered my mind, his smirk disappeared and was replaced by an angry snarl.

"You better not be thinking what I think you're thinking," Wow Kendall. Way to be repetitive.

"Oh you know I am. So don't push your luck, buddy," Where did that side of me come from? Oh well, I sort of like it.

I could see Kendall fumble trying to counter what I had said.

Looks like he can't find one. Because he just storms off back into his room.

"Do you have any idea what that was about, Logan?" James had asked me, obviously somewhat concerned about what was happening between Kendall and me.

"I'm sorry, but it's strictly for only Kendall and me to know and for you to never find out," Even though I had just said I would, I would never tell anybody Kendall's secret. I promised him I wouldn't. That wouldn't make me a very good friend, now would it? Plus, I'm not that type of person who goes around telling other people's secrets.

"C'mon Logan. You can tell me. Kendall's been acting weird lately and I know you know why. So just tell me!"

"No James! He trusted me to keep his secret. And I honored that by promising him that I wouldn't tell anybody."

Wow. I really liked this side of me. Getting all defensive and what-not.

James just mumbled something under his breath and did exactly what Kendall did not even three minutes ago.

So that just left me and Carlos in the room.

"Logie?"

"No I will not tell you either Carlos."

"Fine. But my question wasn't about that."

"Oh. I'm so sorry. What was your question about?"

He stayed quiet.

"Oh, Carlos. I'm so sorry if I upset you in some way."

"No, you didn't. It's just... my questionmight upset you."

"I'm sure it wouldn't. So why don't you ask me?"

"Ok. I was, um, just wondering... I know I just got out of the hospital and all, and you know I feel really bad for what happened. I know you said we should wait for my pain to subside, but I really want to get back to work on our song. I don't want to get in the way of the production of it."

"Is that all? We can get back to work on it as soon as your wrist is feeling better. And if you're not in too much pain."

"It hurts a little, yes. But it's nothing too much for me to handle."

"You also have to remember that we can't do anything too strenuous."

"I understand. I really don't want it getting damaged even farther than it already is."

This time I didn't question his understanding of the word strenuous. I just went along with his previous answer of that he hangs out with me a lot. I guess he's done so long enough that he's picked up on some of my vocabulary.

Good for him.

"Is it alright with you if wait until tomorrow? It's fair to say that we've both had a rough day, so why don't we just relax for the rest of the night? We can get back to work as soon as both of us are ready tomorrow. That sound good?"

"It sounds perfectly fine, Logie. I'm getting kinda tired anyway. Can I have that plastic bag thing that's supposed to go around my cast? I'm gonna take a shower then go to bed."

"Oh, sure. Do you want me to put it on for you? That way you can know how to do it by yourself for future references."

"Oh, um, yeah. Cuz' I really don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"Well it's really simple," I got up for a few seconds and grabbed the scissors from the kitchen, and went to sit next to him on the couch. "All you need to do is take two plastic bags, cut the closed end off both, slide them on your cast, and seal it shut with this waterproof tape."

"Oh, thanks Logie! That makes it so much easier."

He then stood up from the couch and walked towards our room, where the bathroom was, and stopping before he reached the door.

"Well, I'll guess I'll see you tomorrow. I really hope we can continue on our song."

"Oh, I know we will. So don't fret about that. Oh, and Carlos? I'll probably be asleep before you're out of the shower. I'm exhausted. So, goodnight."

He smiled.

"Night Logie."

I smiled back. He's such a sweetheart. God, I love him so much it hurts sometimes.

True to my word, I had fallen asleep before Carlos had even gotten out of the shower last night. As I looked over at his bed, low and behold that Carlos had gotten up before me. It might be surprising, but Carlos is actually the one to get up the earliest out of all of us, Mama Knight and Katie, too.

I don't understand it either. So don't ask.

I sat up in my bed, my hair was a mess mind you, and looked around the room like I usually do. Don't know why I do that every morning, I just do.

The only thing I noticed that was unusual was the tiny gift wrapped box at the end of Carlos's bed.

I scrunched my face up in confusion. I might as well go and take a look at what that might be.

So I did.

And it was Mama Knight's gift to Carlos, which Kendall, being the smart-ass that he is, already knew that's where his mother was last night.

It looks unopened though, which is unusual.

Just when I thought about taking the gift and trying to figure out what it was, Carlos came backing into the room, trying to quietly shut the door, wincing when it creaked. He probably thought I was still asleep.

I quickly put the gift back where I found it, trying to suppress a laugh when Carlos turned around, jumping when he saw that I wasn't asleep.

"Oh! Logan, you scared me! I thought you were still asleep. I came in here because Mama Knight said she put my gift in here when we were asleep last night. Said something about surprising me. Do you happen to know where it is?"

I stood there for a moment, liking that he called me by my name for once.

"I, uh, yeah. It's right here," My hands fumbled behind me, trying to find the mentioned gift. I found it and handed it Carlos.

"Thanks, Logie. Come into the living room with me. Mama Knight said she wanted me to open it out there," He mentioned towards the door.

I just raised my eyebrow at him.

"It's almost noon, Logie. You slept in again. Everybody else is already awake," He smiled, and I almost lost it right there.

Damnit. Why the hell have I been sleeping in so late lately?

Carlos had interrupted my thought process by tugging on my arm.

"C'mon Logie! Come out in the living room with me."

"Alright, alright. Just let me at least brush my teeth up and I'll be right out."

"Yay! Thanks Logie!"

"Yeah... no problem."

Why did he seem so happy whenever he was around me? Is it something other than what I'm hoping for? Or am I just that oblivious?

I never thought I would say this, but I hope that I'm oblivious.

If he's happy, I'm happy, too.

I paused, just thinking to myself about how that was probably the fucking cheesiest thing I've ever said. Oh well. No one has to know.

I've really developed a mouth recently, haven't I? Once again, oh well. Love makes you do crazy things sometimes.

To tell you I was surprised when Carlos opened his gifts would be an understatement.

Kendall wasn't lying when he said his mom got expensive and extravagant gifts for injured family and friends.

First of all, he got a really top-notch watch that he, for some reason, was looking at. And luckily for him, he wears watches on his left wrist, so his cast or anything else doesn't get in the way.

And secondly, he got a three hundred dollar gift card to any place of his choosing. So basically, a gift card to anywhere. I didn't even know that they had those.

After all of that was done, Carlos asked if we could go to the studio and work on our song.

I was about to complain, but he interrupted me by saying that I had basically promised him that we would work on it today.

I thought about it, and it turns out that I'm getting more and more forgetful, as well as more oblivious.

"Ok, fine. We can go. But I don't want you to work yourself too hard, alright? The doctor said that you had to take it easy, only doing things that are essential."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'll be careful."

"Alright, let's go!" I said with a little too much enthusiasm for my tastes, although I let that one slide. I grabbed the keys, and held the door open for Carlos.

Wow. I can't believe we're done. I can't believe it was that easy. I mean, it wasn't a cake walk, but it was easier than I thought it would be. I have more chemistry with Carlos than I do with James and Kendall combined.

I wouldn't have gotten done in the time I already have if I was with either of them.

The song was not only done, it was actually pretty amazing if I do say so myself.

We are so going to kick James and Kendall's asses.

"We're so going to win this, right Logie? Then our song will get that one extra spot on our CD. James and Kendall will be so jealous. Especially James. I can't wait to see his face."

I could tell he was already starting to return to his old self. All over the place and what not.

I reminded him that he had to be careful. He stopped immediately. Guess he knows who to listen to. I know what'll happen if he damages his wrist even further.

"Sorry, Logie. Can we go back home now? I don't really like being here when we're not actually required to. It feels weird. Plus, there's like two or three people here. It feels empty."

"Yeah, let's go," I said, for the second time that day.

A few days had passed since then, and it was finally time for Carlos and me to present out song for the first time in front of other people.

But we chose to go second, just to make our victory that much sweeter. That may seem conceited, but what can I say? It's true. I just can't wait to see their reactions to ours. They'll most likely be blown away. They will not be expecting that.

Seriously? What the hell has gotten into me lately that's causing me to act so unlike myself? I need to stop this. I excused myself from the room, saying that I would be right back.

I was sitting on the bathroom floor, which surprisingly wasn't very dirty, and was just trying to calm myself down, thinking I was having an anxiety attack for no reason that I could explain.

I was thinking that I was going to stay in the bathroom for a while longer, when I heard a knock on the door.

"Logie, you ok in there? You've been in there for a while," It was Carlos, being the sweetheart that he is, coming to check up on me.

I checked my watch, shocked at all the time that had gone by. I scrambled to get to my feet, only resulting in a dizzying feeling from getting up too fast.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine, Carlos. I'll be right out. Just give me a minute."

I looked in the mirror to see if I was presentable enough. I was, so I took a deep breath to calm myself even more, and I opened the door, only to find Carlos waiting there for me.

"You alright? You seem tense."

"I'm fine, Carlos, I really don't know what came over me, but whatever it was, I'm over it."

"Are you sure? You really haven't been acting like yourself lately. I'm beginning to worry about you."

He worries about me? Of course he does, he's your best friend, stop getting your hopes up.

"No need to worry, Carlos. I'm fine, really," I gave him a small smile.

He smiled back, God how I love that smile.

"Are you ready to go present now? I told everybody that you needed a few minutes, but you're fine now. So…" He trailed off, unsure of what to say next.

"Yes I'm ready to go. I'm sorry for the delay."

As soon as we walked backed into the recording room, Gustavo immediately said that if Carlos and I didn't come up with a better song than Kendall and James, then he didn't know what to do.

But as soon as he turned his chair around, I could tell that he noticed Carlos's cast.

"What, uh, what happened there, Carlos?" It wasn't surprising that Kelly was the one to ask that before Gustavo did.

"Long story short; I wasn't being careful, I tripped and I shattered my wrist on impact," He said that like it was no big deal. Which it really isn't.

"And where did all of this happen?" Kelly again.

"In my bedroom. But it doesn't really matter now, I'm fine, and there will be almost no lasting side effects. What does matter is that Logan and I are ready to perform our song for you guys. And trust me; it's a lot better than those two."

"We'll have to see about that. Now get in the recording booth. We don't want to miss any of it," Our producer had surprisingly said that calmly.

Once we were in, Carlos sent me a look. A look that I knew meant nothing less than 'you can do this'. And I knew we could. So once the music started, I just let myself get lost in it.

Oh yeah

So scared of breaking it

But you won't let it bend

And I wrote two hundred letters

I will never send

Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper than they seem

You'd rather cover up

I'd rather let them bleed

So let me be

And I'll set you free

The first verse was mine, followed by Carlos joining me in the chorus.

I am in misery
There ain't nobody who can comfort me
(Oh yeah)
Why won't you answer me
The silence is slowly killing me
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
I'm gonna get you back
Gonna get you back

I glanced over at him, and he had the biggest smile on his face. How many times do I have to say I love that smile of his? This time it was his verse.

Your salty skin and how

It mixes in with mine

The way it feels to be

Completely intertwined

Not that I didn't care

It's that I didn't know

It's not what I didn't feel,

It's what I didn't show

So let me be

And I'll set you free

Back to the chorus, and if I do say so myself, Carlos and I sound really good together.

This is sounding so much better than I thought it was. Which is surprising because I don't have that much confidence in myself.

Say your faith is shaken

You may be mistaken

You keep me wide awake and

Waiting for the sun

I had those first four lines, and I motioned for Carlos to continue, like originally planned.

I'm desperate and confused

So far away from you

I'm getting there

I don't care where I have to run

And for the rest of the song, Carlos and I sang in perfect harmony.

Why do you do what you do to me, yeah

Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah

Why do you do what you do to me, yeah

Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah

I am in misery

There ain't nobody who can comfort me (Oh yeah)

Why won't you answer me

The silence is slowly killing me (Oh yeah)

Girl you really got me bad

You really got me bad

I'm gonna get you back

Gonna get you back

Girl you really got me bad

You really got me bad

I'm gonna get you back

Gonna get you back

Girl you really got me bad

You really got me bad

I'm gonna get you back

Gonna get you back

Whew. Done. What a relief. That wasn't nearly as nerve-wracking as I thought it was going to be.

The music stopped and Carlos and I looked up to see the shocked faces of Kendall, James, Gustavo, and Kelly staring back at us.

Gustavo spoke up first. His reaction wasn't like anything I expected to come from him. He seemed genuinely surprised.

"I, I don't know what to say. I've never heard anything like that in my life."

We sat there in silence for a few seconds before Kelly spoke up, trying to make it clearer on what he was trying to say.

"It means he likes it, you two."

We just looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to confirm what Kelly said.

And that's just what happened.

"She's right. I've never heard anything like that in my life, but I'm actually pleasantly surprised at what you two have accomplished. I never expected this to come from you, but it did. So I guess that means that you guys get the spot on the CD. No offense," He said while looking to his side at Kendall and James.

"Oh, none taken. We're amazed at what you two did. I thought that this assignment would be easier than it was, and I thought that James and I did a good job, but yours was way better, right James?" I could tell that Kendall was trying to trying to hold back a smirk, because he and I knew that James probably wasn't taking this news too well.

I looked over at James. He actually looked better than I thought he would. He looked a little annoyed, but not angry.

"Yes. You two were… amazing," he said through gritted teeth.

I couldn't take it anymore; I busted out laughing, Kendall and Carlos joining in soon after.

"Are we done here?" Gustavo asked; suddenly back to his old self.

We stopped laughing at our producer's voice.

"Good," He stopped to look at Carlos and me, motioning with his hands, "Come out here will you?"

Carlos and I stepped out of the recording booth, stopping when we were in front of Gustavo.

"Congrats you two," He said while reaching out to shake our hands.

Wow. I have never felt this accomplished in my life. I've never felt this happy before. This is absolutely one of the best days of my life. I wouldn't trade it for the world.