A/N: I wrote another thing! And it's a not-that-bad thing! I'm actually really proud of it. ^w^ please read it before you close the window! i need a chance :C
No, no, no no... You yawn boredly, smashing your thumb desperately against haphazard buttons on the remote repeatedly and watching various screens and menus pop up on the TV. As much as you'd absolutely love to watch another soap opera or Viagra commercial, you had been hoping to watch something that wasn't a complete bore. You had the house completely to yourself, at least for the afternoon- Kendall was out with his mom and sister(the trio were furniture shopping for a new couch), Logan was off studying in the park(as usual) with Camille, and Carlos was out and about, doing odd jobs to earn the money to pay back Ms. Knight for the couch he broke. You chuckled halfheartedly as the memory of Carlos jumping onto it from the swirly-slide balcony crossed your mind's eye. Where on earth did that silly boy get his ideas? Sighing, you settle into the couch a little bit more and begrudgingly change the channel back to the most OK thing you had seen, which happened to be an episode of iSnarly.
The more you watched the show, the more your faith in humanity dissipitated. Currently, Snarly and her friend Ham were trying to rob a butcher because they had accidentally gotten their friend Sixpence's favourite collar stuck in a cut of beef. You definitely weren't enjoying this show at all- if anything, seeing the bloody sight of post-slaughter animals on a kids show only repulsed you. But still, you watched(as if you had anything better to do) in vain as Snarly and Ham had almost gotten out of the butcher, but at the last second, Snarly had gotten her own collar stuck in the beef and was stuck. Luckily the larger dog came to the rescue and the pair fled, meat in snouts, right in the nick of time before the butcher woke up from his nap.
Nickelodeon these days.
You groan and roll over restlessly, trying to block out the sounds of barking and bad voice acting eminating behind you. Your patience was slipping, and the boredom was getting to the point where you wouldn't actually mind that much if you broke your promise to Ms. Knight about not moving or leaving the apartment until someone else got back. Otherwise we won't be able to get back in until we can get a new house key. The old one had been broken by the same culprit who had wrecked the other couch. You could almost hear Carlos' apologetic whimpering in the back of your mind and it crinkled your cheeks and pulled up your lips just a bit. You let out a breathy laugh at the memory of Carlos begging for Jennifer's forgiveness, and smile as you recall said mother humbly accepting his apology with "It's fine, Carlos. As long as it was an accident, right? Just be more careful next time." Carlos really was a character- short but full of energy, cute but handsome at the same time(not many people saw it, but his eyes were like a molten chocolate galaxy- easy to get lost in and even easier to trust, not to mention the fact that he had such a rugged-as-nails look to him when he was under the right conditions), and a complete idiot, but at the same time, the wisest of them all. Sure, you had an IQ of 130, with the other band members not too far behind(although both invested their 121 points in things much more important than you did), but Carlos had a different kind of knowledge entirely to him: He knew how to be happy.
He knew how to live life to the fullest, not take anything for granted and most definitely never let any anger or resent get to him for very long. He lived like it was his last day every single day, and you respected him so much for it. In times of crisis, Kendall always spoke up first but you could always tell that Carlos thought of solutions just seconds or even minutes before anyone else did, but for whatever reason he always kept the answers to himself. Which was strange, to be honest, but you appreciated it, and you were sure that Kendall did too. Without his leadership position, what did he have? He was attractive, yes, but not in the conventional way, which was why most people were magnetized to him for reasons like wealth or fame, not his lumberjack-like appearance. However, the rusky look did have a certain elagance to it. It was his signature diamond-coated smile, his 24 karat hair combined with gently sloping biceps and bronze-threaded eyebrows that made the very sight of him render you near speechless with envy, and it had a few times before.
The worst of it all, though, the brunt of it, were his eyes. They were so deep, like tunnels into the past and everytime you looked into them you could see raw, greek fire burning behind his pupils. Hell, that's what Kendall was. He was greek fire. Burning brightly, burning green as peridots and just as clear, just as crystal, just as pure. You wished you were like that- see-through with an edge, cool and hot at the same time. You were exceptionally jealous, especially jealous of that heat, you could never compare. Kendall's a fire hazard two legs and you know it. Where he walks, a trail of glittering, molten-hot gold is left in his wake. The best that you can do is try not to step on it as you lag hopelessly behind on the attractiveess scale, watch helplessly as he climbs farther and farther away from you leaving nothing but cinders and dying stardust in his wake.
You groan tiredly and roll over again, getting slightly upset at yourself for thinking bad thoughts while you were trying to sleep. But your thoughts were all over right now, and you hated it. If Carlos had been in the house, you would have asked him to tire you out or bore you to sleep, but he wasn't here. If Mama Knight or Kendall were home, you knew one of them would get you a cup of warm milk or hot cocoa without you even having to ask to lull you into drowziness, but they weren't here. Neither was Katie, who would suggest you go find one of your cooling, spa-style eye masks that you wear sometimes when your eyes get baggy or puffy, since reduced light and cooler conditions induce sleep. Of course, Logan obviously wasn't here, or he would be reading some medical journal on the floor, sitting near you and sneaking a glance at you every so often to see if the Melatonin he would have given you had kicked in yet. You wished Logan was here. He would be the most pleasureable to deal with out of every resident in the house, despite his slightly tempermental and hypersensitive nature. When people were mentally or physically worn out, he had this soft, unbearing gaze that stripped you of all insecurities and a wonderful, low, sultry and smooth way of saying, "You can trust me." He would watch you- take care of you until the sandman took you off his hands. The last thing you would see would be the saturated chestnut portals to his mind, his gentle soul before falling asleep.
You really wished Logan was here. He was so different, so unlike you that you couldn't help but be attracted to him. He was selfless, gorgeous, kind, a person everyone looked up to- not to mention a complete and utter ball of perserverance. He had that 'get-knocked-down,but-get-up-again' attitude. He was nothing like you, and that was exactly why you loved him. You let out a sigh and you feel your mind begin to settle. You could only hope to be as amazing as him one day.
As your thoughts began to drift more and more, you felt yourself slip into the gray. Finally.
"So, Jamie." You smile as you feel a warm hand on your cheek, leaning into the electric touch. Logan was sitting directly across from you, mimicking your smile with warmth in his eyes. His pupils were blown with lust, rendering the amber border around them to a size where they could barely be seen. You looked around slowly, so as not to move his hand from your cheek, and you were surprised to see that you were in a restaurant. When had that happened? In your peripheral vision, you noticed Logan leaning towards you slowly. You felt yourself reciprocating to the magnetic pull, and only when your noses were inches apart did you notice his warm breath on your face, or see every single crevice and crack on those pink lips of his. You wanted to explore those lips- thoroughly. You wanted to know every in and every out of his being, his soul, but especially those lips. Those definitely needed digging into. Right now.
"Are you liking-" You closed the distance between you and him sharply, interrupting whatever geeky thing he was probably about to ask you. You feel him stiffen almost immediately and pull away sharply, staring at you with an expression of shock and confusion.
"James! What are you doing?" Your gaze snaps from side to side like a firecracker and you feel your body turn to stone, limbs to concrete and your mind to dust. Had he not wanted the kiss? You thought this had been a date! Did he hate you? He brings your attention back to him with a string of words that radiated stress. You turn your stare back to him just in time to see him strut out of the resturaunt, out of your hands, out of your life.
Panic.
"Wait! Wait, I'm sorry."
.
"James." That wasn't Logan. Or was it? The voice was so warped you couldn't tell. Everything started spinning- the walls began to melt and you could see stars in the corners of your vision. You feel yourself crumple feebly to the ground and make a valliant effort to drag yourself after Logan.
"I'm sorry."
The voice was still calling you, but it's cries were growing more and more distant, more distorted, more demonic. Suddenly it felt like there was a heavy weight on your chest- all air within you rushed out in a hurry, leaving you nearly breathless, but still not speechless.
"I'm sorry!" Was the last thought that expelled from your mouth before the floors swallowed you whole and it all faded to white.
A/N: Believe it or not, but there's a plot twist coming up. xD i am exited about this, even though it's most likely just another twoshot! but still, i really really like where i'm taking this. please rate and review and be as critical as you can! thanks, i love you guys ~ :3