Okay, this has been sitting around in my Doc Manager for weeks now, so I'm just going to publish it.
I'm having some issues with "Is It Real?" and I keep changing the chapter.
So yeah... Anyways, I hope you like it.

"That sounds stupid, Carlos," I scoffed, waving my friend off like an annoying fly buzzing around my face.

"Kendall, you think everything sounds stupid. Why can't you just have fun for one night?" he asked me.

"Because going to a bar isn't fun. There are just drunk sweaty people that grope each other all night long. It's gross, really," I stated very matter-of-factly, turning back to my TV.

"Pleeeeeaaaaase?"

I side-glanced at him. "No.

He groaned and threw a throw pillow at my face. "Kendall, it's almost my birthday! You need to do something for me."

I sighed. Of course he was going to pull something like that on me. He was Carlos.

"Fine," I gave in, turning off my TV and standing up. "We'll go."

The small Latino squealed and rushed off towards the car, me following reluctantly.

The club was loud and stuffy, and I hated it the second I stepped in. Crappy pop music was blasting through the speakers and the distasteful odor of alcohol entered my nose. It was just plain disgusting. People here were disgusting, and I'm not sure why the birthday boy insisted on being here.

I felt a tug on the sleeve of my plaid shirt as Carlos clung to my arm.

"See? It's not so bad."

I crinkled my nose. "Uh, it's horrible actually. You don't even like drinking. Why are we really here?"

Carlos attempted to hide his flushed face from me, but it really didn't work.

"I just wanted to have fun, that's all! Is that so hard to believe?" the smaller boy snapped.

I exhaled and noticed him looking at one particular part of the room. Instantly, something clicked inside my head and I knew what Carlos was here for... or who.

I chuckled. "I should've known."

Carlos raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

I pointed at the bartender in the white button-up, sleeves rolled-up casually. He was wearing the flashiest blue sequined vest I have ever seen with a neat black satin bow-tie around his collar. "Him, right? Looks like little Carlitos has a crush!"

Frowning with embarrassment, he punched my arm and whined, "Shut up!"

I massaged my arm and laughed. "Ow! Quit whining; it's not my fault you got it bad for the bartender. Now go!"

"Go where?" Carlos appeared thoroughly confused.

"Do I have to do everything for you? Go talk to him!"

The boy started to stammer, but I didn't wait long enough for him to form a coherent sentence. I grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him through the cluster of sweaty, inebriated people.

"Wait, Kendall!" he begged, resisting me. "I don't know what to- Hi!"

The bartender flashed a crooked smile as he poured a vodka cooler for the man in front of him. "Hello."

Carlos began to blush like crazy and began to sweat as he racked his brain for something to say. I gave him a friendly shove and he blurted, "Are you from Tennessee? 'Cause you're the only ten I see!"

He covered his mouth with his hands, mortified. However, the bartender didn't seem to be offended at the slightest. He was amused and chuckling lightly.

"Thanks, but I'm from Texas actually. I'm Logan." He extended a hand and Carlos shook it, his entire being shaking with fear.

"I-I'm Carlos," my tiny friend managed. Oh God, he looked like he was going to pass out.

Logan nodded and leaned against the counter, elbows propped. "Are you from around here?"

"Nope," he replied, taking a seat. "I'm from Texas too."

I shoot him a look, but he refused to make eye contact.

"Really?" the pale brunette asked, quirking his eyebrows. "Which part?"

Carlos cleared his throat. "Um, actually, I'm not from Texas. I don't know why I said that."

At first Logan was silent, and that worried me. Then he busted out laughing. "You're really funny, you know that?"

The Latino's face lit up.

"Really?" he beamed.

A small smile formed at the corner of my lips as I decided to leave those two flirty lovebirds alone. In the meantime, I gotta find something worthwhile to do. Basically, avoid getting hit on by scummy, intoxicated strangers and avoid getting puked on. I took a seat on the opposite side of the bar where another bartender was serving.

"Just beer is fine," I said.

The blonde behind the counter passed me a bottle and I thanked him with a nod. I drank a small sip from it before setting it back down onto the wooden table and pulling out my phone. Might as well play some 'Angry Birds.'

I was on a roll tonight! There wasn't one level where I wasn't getting three stars on until I was rudely interrupted by a tall, brooding brunette. At least he wasn't wasted. This gentleman grabbed the chair next to mine and ordered a scotch.

"Hey," he said, looking at me with mystery shimmering in his eyes. I couldn't tell what color they were since the lighting in the club was absolutely crap.

I nodded politely and took another swig from the brown glass bottle, eyes back onto my iPhone screen.

"Hey," the stranger repeated, a lot louder this time.

I exhaled slowly and turned to him. "I heard you the first time."

The man chuckled and sipped his drink. "It's not nice to ignore people, you know?"

"I don't know ya," I simply said and returned to the intense stage of 'Angry Birds' I was having difficulties passing.

He reached for my phone and plucked it out of my hands.

"Hey!" I snarled, snatching for my phone back.

"Finally you greet me back!" He glanced down at my phone and finished my game. Then he handed it back.

"You're welcome."

I gaped at my phone, then back at him. He just beat the damn level! I slid off the chair and spun around to leave, but I was stopped by a hand on my arm.

"Where are you going?" the brunette inquired.

"Somewhere else," I responded nonchalantly.

"Stay and chat, it's good for you," he urged, patting the seat I was just in.

"No." I was getting tired of this guy really quickly.

"Why not?" he demanded, frustrated.

"I don't know ya," I said.

"I'm James Diamond. Now you do."

He held out his hand for me to shake, but I just stared at it blankly while occasionally taking small drinks of my beer.

"Well bye."

I heard him let out an exasperated moan and I was suddenly being forced back into my seat.

"Dude!" I exclaimed, eyebrows pushed together in aggravation. "Not cool!"

He didn't care. James merely rolled his eyes. "I've been trying to make small talk with you."

"I know," I told him. "Now please let me leave."

"What, you have something against meeting new people?" the taller sneered. "Why can't you just say something to me?"

I shook his hand off my shoulder aggressively and exhaled forcefully. "If I recall, I did. And if I'm not talking right now, who is?"

"Okay, what's your problem, Blondie?"

"You."

"You're difficult, you know that?"

I shrugged. "I've heard."

"So you'll stay?"

I shot him a strange look. "What makes you think that?"

"If you're such a bitter heart, why are you here in a club?"

"My friend's birthday," I replied.

James turned around to scan the room. "You mean that guy flirting with the cute bartender?"

I bit my lip and nodded.

"Well doesn't mean you can't have some fun." He winked. I don't think he meant anything innocent by that.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Ew."

"What?" the guy shot. "You don't like what you see?"

I pretended to gag, which I guess amused him. "I don't sleep around with people like you. I happen to be quite aware of STDs."

"So you think I'm dirty?"

"Tell me what would make me think otherwise."

James smugly raised an eyebrow and smirked, crossing his arms against his chest. "So Fluffy-Brows thinks he's all high and mighty huh?"

I shook my head. "No, I know."

He narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer to me, our noses almost touching. "Do I have to teach you a lesson?"

I stuck my hand between our faces and pushed his away. "No, that's gross. Is everything that comes out of your mouth this crude?"

"More or less. Depends who I'm talking to," he admitted.

I laughed sarcastically. "Funny."

"That wasn't a joke."

Well this was getting real tiring real fast. Do you think Carlos would mind if I left without him?

I let out a deep breath and pushed past him.

"I didn't come here to get hit on by skeevy men like you, so please just leave me alone," I sighed before spinning around to find Carlos and get the hell out of here.

This just wasn't worth it. I'll make it up to Carlos some other time. Maybe for his birthday, I'll just get him Logan's number or something, I don't know. But I couldn't stand being around that creeper, James. I didn't even need to see his face clearly to know that I absolutely hate him.

I've realized I rarely write Kogan/Jarlos anymore...
Maybe I should start that up again.
And I've never written Kenlos in my entire life.
I gotta try something new! :)
Anyways, reviews are appreciated!