A/N: So i realized i posted this without an authors note...so sorry! So this is my first drabble... I hope you like! ^.^ Please review, and if you would like: give me an idea and i will try my hand at writting a drabble out of it. Thanks! :)
James asked as he saw the boy laying on the floor in the middle of the aisle a few feet away from him. The boy didn't move. "Carlos, what are you doing?" James laughed. He had only been in the restroom for five minutes, and Carlos was exactly where James had left him. Typical Carlos, not getting anything done. Is he sleeping?, James asked himself, He has been tired, and he is a heavy sleeper... James knelt down next to him. He put his hand on Carlos' shoulder, and tried to shake him awake. James removed his hand and stared, wide eyed, at the sticky, red liquid covering it. James noticed for the first time the huge puddle of blood surrounding Carlos' body. "Carlos!" James yelled, panic rising inside of him. He rolled Carlos onto his back. His eyes were closed, and his lips had a blueish tint. James' eyes traveled to the three bullet holes marking Carlos' chest. "No..." his whispered pulling off his jacket and holding it against Carlos' new injury. He pushed two fingers to Carlos' neck to check his pulse... There wasn't one. "Help! Help him! Please, someone, help him!" James screamed into the unusually quiet supermarket. "No...no..no, No, NO!" James yelled grabbing Carlos by the front of his shirt and shaking him. "Don't leave me. Carlitos, you can't leave me. Please, Carlos, please!" James pleaded. Carlos' lifeless body just slumped back towards the floor. "...I never got to tell you- tell you..." he let the tears just flow freely down his face,"I love you Carlos Huleo Garcia. I love you!" James told his best friends soulless body. "I love you." he whispered one last time, leaning down and kissing Carlos' cold lips.