AN: SO this is a Kelly/Carlos story. I'm not sure how I ever thought to put them together but I'm starting to like this couple, though it is kind of strange. So here's the first chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"I'm sorry Gustavo is making you do this." Kelly said through the speaker to the recording booth.

"Its ok, Kelly." The Latino sighed. "Besides. I want to. I need to get better. I'm not good at singing anyways."

"Let's take it from the top." Kelly said as she pushed play on the music. They were the only two left in the building, the rest of the BTR boys and their large boss had left hours ago. It was a Friday night in LA and there were many parties to attend. But Carlos was ordered by Gustavo to stay and practice a particularly difficult song for him.

"That was great Carlos. I think its time to call it quits." Kelly informed the helmet-wearing boy after nearly an hour of rehearsal.

Carlos eagerly pulled off his headphones and rested them on the microphone stand. He joined Kelly outside the booth as she grabbed her purse.

"Why don't we grab you some food before I take you home?" Kelly said and Carlos nodded in agreement. It was well past dinner time, night had fallen hours ago.

The two made their way down to Kelly's black sedan parked in front of Roquce Records and hopped in. The boy's favorite burger place was only a few minutes by car. When they arrived, they entered the nearly empty restaurant. Kelly got a Chicken Salad for herself and a double cheeseburger, fries and large chocolate shake for the hunger singer. It was no secret that Carlos loved food and after a long day of rehearsal, Kelly felt like he needed a treat.

Kelly led the way to a small booth in the back of the restaurant and Carlos slid into the booth across from her. She watched the boy as he stared blankly at the table, a sad look in his eyes.

"Hey are you ok?" Kelly asked him. Carlos snapped out of his thoughts, his chocolate brown eyes meeting hers. "You haven't said much all night."

"Kelly do…do you think I should be here?" He asked seriously.

"Carlos it's a public restaurant. Anyone is allowed here…"Kelly said looking at him confused.

"No I mean here in LA." He said cutting her off. "Being in the band. I just feel like…like I'm not good enough."

"Why would you even think that?" Kelly said confused. "Of course. You guys have worked so hard."

"That's just it. The other guys are great. James is good looking, he gets all the girls and he can sing. Kendall is the leader, he always knows what to do and he can sing and dance. Logan's the smart one. He knows everything about anything. I feel useless compared to them. What can I do? I can't sing. Obviously since I've spent the past three hours working on a song the other guys could do in 1 hour. I'm not as good looking as the rest of them. The only thing I have is this stupid helmet." He sighed taking off the shiny black helmet and placing in on the seat next to him. "I just don't know why I'm even here in LA. What happens when we have to perform in front of people? I'm going to make a fool out of myself." He placed his hands and the table in front of him, staring nervously at his fingernails.

Kelly was shocked. She never thought the boy sitting in front of her would say something like that. The Latino was usually so full of energy and cheeriness. She would never have guessed he would have so many self-confidence issues. "Carlos." She said taking his hand. He looked up at her in surprise. "What would make you think that? You're a great dancer. Sure singing may not be your strong point but you've improved so much in the time you've been here. And you won't make a fool out of yourself."

"Thank you Kelly." Carlos said, beginning to feel better about himself. "I just sometimes feel like I'm not good enough. Here there is so much pressure to be perfect, to be a great singer, to master all the dance moves on the first try, to have a really hot girlfriend. This is nothing like Minnesota. I don't know if I'm good enough."

"Carlos trust me, no one is perfect. You're the best dancer out of all the guys, you're singing is great and as for the girlfriend thing, you'll find someone. Not all your friends have girlfriends. So don't worry about that now. It'll happen. You're a great guy. Any girl would have to be stupid not to go out with you." Kelly reassured him.

For the first time that night Carlos really smiled. "Thanks Kelly. That really means a lot coming from you." He said as their food was set down in front of them by the waitress. Scooting his milkshake to the middle of the table, he placed a second straw in it. "Would you care to enjoy this ice creamy goodness with me?" He asked sweetly.

"I would love that." Kelly said taking a sip out of the straw opposite to Carlos.

She watched him carefully as he picked up his double cheeseburger, an assortment of sauces dripping out of it, and crammed it into his mouth. Sure he was goofy but how could anyone not see how amazing this boy was.

AN: Aww that was cute. So umm just tell me if you like the story.