A/N: I know what you're thinking. "You're starting a new story again. You have so many that need to be updated." All I can say is sorry. They will be updated soon. I got too excited to post this and I couldn't wait any longer. This story was inspired by the BTR episode with Carlos and his sippy cup as well as Hikari No Kasai's story As If My Life Wasn't Weird enough. One one part from that story will be used in this one. It's a small part but I felt like I should include the inspiration.

Oh and italics represent Carlos dreaming and may be used for emphasis. Well, I hope you guys like it :D

Carlos had been spending his Sunday laying on the couch watching the Spongebob marathon on Nick. It was how he spent all of his Sundays, sippy cup in hand, teddy bear by his side. The only thing different now was that he had to keep worrying about the door. Usually, he would just lay around and maybe go to sleep. But now ever since the other day he had to keep a look out for his father.

The man has always been telling Carlos that he needed to grow up. His mother telling him that he was fine. Long story short, Mr. Garcia threatened to throw away all of his toys and even his sippy cups. Carlos laid there and even laughing a little at the cartoon. He let out a yawn before looking back at the door, drinking some of his juice. The sounds of the laughing sponge and his starfish of a pal began to fade as his eyelids slowly closed shut.

Carlos was laying in an endless field of flowers. As he sat up a little ladybug landed on his nose.

"Hello there Missy." Carlos said, crossing his eyes to see the bug there.

She flew away and Carlos just watched her fly back to wherever she came from. He stood up and looked around and all he could see was flowers and grass and more flowers. He leaned down and picked up a white sunflower to see a small bee on it. The bee seemed to stare at him before it flew away.

Carlos heard a slam that sounded like it was coming from behind him. He turned around to see something red in the distance. As the red object got closer it grew in size. Carlos squinted his eyes to try and see what it was but was unable to see anything. He began to walk closer but stopped once he realized what it was.

It was fire.

He turned and was about to run but there was fire ahead of him too. In fact, it was all around him, slowly closing in. Tears began to fill his eyes and before he could take a single step the flames sped closer to him.

He could hear the sound of someone yelling. The voice got louder and another voiced joined in. They became clearer and Carlos realized that it was his parents. He couldn't hear them clearly because the flames were getting extremely close. He knew this was a dream so he just stepped forward. The flames couldn't hurt him. Could they?

When the flame touched his hand, he screamed and pulled his hand back. His scream rang through his ears as darkness came out of nowhere.

"I told you he needs to grow up!"

"He's perfectly fine for his age!"

"No he's not! He's in high school and he has all of these toys!"

"They are just toys!"

"HE HAS A FUCKING SIPPY CUP!"

Carlos sat up and saw his father with a trash bag in his hand. He was walking down the steps and the bag was full. Carlos' eyes widened when he saw the hand of his blue power ranger.

"Daddy?" Carlos said, getting his father's attention. His father looked at him and seemed to soften upon seeing his son's face.

"Son, its time for you to grow up." He told him before walking around the couch and grabbing his sippy cup.

Carlos gasped when his father put the cup in the already full trash bag. His eyes began to water when he could clearly see the rest of his toys in there. When his father reached for his bear, Carlos quickly grabbed it and pulled it close to his chest.

"Carlos, give me the bear."

Carlos shook his head as his tears began to fall. His father's hands dug into the head of the bear before the man began to pull. Carlos held onto the bear as his body jerked forward from the force of his father's grip.

"What are you doing?!" Mrs. Garcia yelled at her husband as she came down the steps.

"What does it look like I'm doing?!"

"That's the bear your mother gave him! That's the only thing he has to remember her!"

"He needs to grow UP!" His father pulled with more force than before and Carlos fell to the floor. He still had the bear in his arms but his eyes widened when he realized that his father had the bear's head.

"Mr. Snuggles!" Carlos screamed, while staring at the head of the bear as it was pushed inside the bag. The man reached for the rest of the bear but Carlos scooted away from him. Mrs. Garcia was by her son's side trying to comfort him.

"You'll thank me when you realize that I'm doing you a favor. When you get a girlfriend you will understand."

Once Mr. Garcia left the room Carlos turned to his mother. She gave him a sad look as he began to cry into the bear's stomach. He let out a choked sob when the fluff began to fall out. He quickly grabbed it and the rest that fell out in the altercation before running to his room.

He could hear his father come back in and he looked out of his window to see that his father put his things in the trash, Mr. Snuggle's head on the top. Carlos looked around his room and the absence of toys made everything feel cold. He took Mr. Snuggle's body and sat him neatly on the dresser before climbing into his bed. He wanted to hold Mr. Snuggles like he normally did but he didn't want to spill any more of his fluff.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"What's wrong with me?! I'm trying to make him grow up!"

"Why can't you just let him do it on his own?!"

"Because he will never grow up and he'll be here forever!"

"Stop being ridiculous."

"Open your eyes! Your son is not the little boy he use to be! He's a fucking teenager!"

"I'd rather have him here rather than out doing something he isn't suppose to be doing!"

The sound of his parents yelling wasn't helping Carlos one bit. He tried to cover his ears but he could still hear them.

"I am doing him a favor!"

"The only thing you're doing is ruining your relationship with your son and making his life worse!"

"How am I making it worse?! You already treat him like he's a baby!"

"If you were closer to him you would know about his life! He talks to me and now I see why he doesn't talk to you!"

Carlos could clearly hear the sounds of his mother walking up the wooden steps and into her bedroom. He didn't want to cry at the sound of his parents fighting but he couldn't help it. He soon found himself dozing off.

Carlos looked down at his hands and was surprised that they actually looked normal. They weren't red and didn't seem to hurt. Pretty odd for someone who just touched fire. Carlos looked around him at the scorched field.

All of the flowers, gone.

The only thing left is their ashes and the dark brown ground. Carlos could see a small flame on a rose a few feet away from him. The rose wasn't burning. It looked like the flame was apart of it. Carlos cautiously walked towards it, not knowing what was going to happen. He stood in front of it and began to inspect it.

He crouched down to see if the flame reached the bottom of the flower only to see that only the flower its self was on fire, not the stem. It was glowing a gorgeous shade of red, almost mesmerizing. Carlos seemed to lean in closer to it but quickly jumped back when the flames grew higher.

He ended up falling on his butt and thought back to when he was in this position. His mind drifted to the ladybug that landed on his nose. He hoped that it made it out safely before all of this happened. Looking back at the rose, Carlos noticed that the flames went back down, almost disappearing. Carlos began to think about what he could do to fix things.

"What if I step on it and the other flowers grow?" He thought to himself.

"No, that's kind of the opposite of flowers growing. Oh! What if I pick it? ...No, that won't work either."

Carlos looked around him for anything that could help him, sighing when he didn't see anything. Going with his second thought, Carlos leaned forward and grabbed the rose by it's stem, pulling it out of the ground.

Now standing, Carlos stared down at the flaming rose in his hand. He wondered if the flames were hot but before he could touch it the flames burst. Carlos quickly turned his face away from the bright light it emitted. He turned back to see that the rose was glowing before bigger-than-normal-thorns popped out of the sides, stabbing him.

Carlos quickly dropped the rose, watching it shrivel up to match the scorched grown below it. He turned his attention to his injured hand, blood beginning to flow from it. Carlos wanted to stop the bleeding but it seemed to stop in mid-drip as he reached for his shirt. He stared at it before he heard birds chirping around him.

When he looked up, he saw someone coming. With every foot step of the person more flowers grew from under their feet. Carlos watched in awe as the person walked towards him. He soon realized that it was a guy.

He had on all white and his features became prominent as he approached the latino. He had blonde hair, his eyes were as green as a lush forest and his skin was flawless. He didn't say a word and Carlos found himself speechless as the guy approached him.

The guy reached his hand out and took Carlos', turning his injured palm up to see the blood. His hand was very smooth and amazingly soft. Carlos eyes widened in shock when his blood began to flow back into his hand, sealing up, looking as good as new.

Carlos blushed when the guy turned his hand over and kissed the back. The scorched rose that cut Carlos rose from the ground, it's thorns falling off as it regrew, landing in the guys open hand. He gently handed the rose to Carlos. Carlos smiled up at the guy before looking down at the rose.

He gasped when the ladybug from before flew out of the rose, landing on his nose. The guy smiled at Carlos, showing off his flawless and pearly white teeth. Carlos heard a noise like before and he didn't want his dream to end.

"Carlos." He heard someone whisper.

The guy looked up and Carlos did the same before everything flashed bright.

"Carlos, wake up." Carlos heard his mother say. He opened his eyes to see the woman kneeling on his bed. Carlos sat up and looked at her, seeing a smile on her face.

"It's time for school and I have a surprise for you." The woman said before she brought the bear from behind her back.

"Mr. Snuggles!" Carlos whisper yelled, taking the bear and squeezing it tight.

"I fixed him with my old sewing kit."

"Thank you so much." Carlos said, hugging his mother.

"You're welcome sweetie. Now come on, you need to get ready for school."

Carlos climbed out of his bed and went to his closet to pick out something to wear. His mom had always set his clothes up so that all he had to do was pick and choose. He heard her leave the room as he grabbed his shirt and pants. His shoes were already downstairs so he would put them on before he left.

He took a quick shower before brushing his teeth and fixing his hair. He put his clothes on and put Mr. Snuggles in his book bag. He didn't want his father to see the bear while he was at school and throw him in the trash. He made his way down the stairs to see his mom packing his lunch in his lunchbox. He wanted one with a character on it but he couldn't find the right one so he just settled a blue and white one.

"Look inside." His mother whispered to him when she handed it to him. Carlos peaked inside the lunch box and spotted his sippy cup that matched the lunchbox. His father must've forgot about the sippy cup he put in it. Carlos wrapped his arms around his mother and she did the same.

"I love you mom."

"I love you too."

Carlos heard foot steps behind him and he squeezed his mother tighter.

"Shh, it's okay." Mrs. Garcia said, rubbing her son's back before he could start to get upset.

"Good morning." Mr. Garcia said, walking past them and to the fridge. The kitchen was quiet as he went into the fridge, grabbing some orange juice.

"What I don't get a good morning back?" He asked them.

"Go get in the car, sweetie." Mrs. Garcia told Carlos. Carlos quickly made his way to the car, grabbing his book bag on the way.

"Did you pack his lunch?" He heard his father ask his mother.

"Yes, and you may take away his toys but I refuse to let you take away his lunch. I'm not going to let my child starve because he's not use to school lunch. I don't want to hear your bullshit about him growing up. Adults make their lunch for work too so anything you have to say you can save it."

Mrs. Garcia turned and walked away from her husband, making sure she slammed the door on her way out. Carlos watched as the woman walked from the house, joining him in the car. It was an awkward silence as she started the engine and backed out of the drive way. Carlos was looking down at his lunchbox.

Mrs. Garcia was worried about her son. She didn't know how Carlos was dealing with all of this and she knew that they left a little earlier than usual. She decided to take a detour to McDonald's since she didn't get them breakfast. Instead of going through the drive through she decided that they should go inside.

Once they were inside, she ordered their food while Carlos chose a table for them. She knew he would choose the table where you could see the playground. He always wanted to look at it even though he couldn't go in it anymore. He understood why, he was growing up and he was older now. She walked over to him with their food and sat across from him.

"Thank you." Carlos said, taking his food. He wasn't as cheer-y as he was before. It seemed like Carlos' mood turned sour upon hearing Mr. Garcia's voice. They ate in silence and once they were finished Carlos just kept his head down.

"You never told him." Carlos said in a whisper. Mrs. Garcia immediately knew what he was talking about.

"I-I tried to but he flipped out when he came home. I wanted to tell him at dinner but he flipped the second he walked in the house."

"And saw me with my toys." Carlos whispered as his eyes began to water.

"He doesn't love me does he?"

"Carlos, don't be crazy. Of course he loves you."

"Then why did he take them?"

"He wants you to grow up." Mrs. Garcia told him, voice filled with concern and sympathy. Carlos began to sniff and hold back his tears but he just couldn't.

"I-I'm trying. I-I just don't know how." Carlos said before he really began to cry. Mrs. Garcia got up and slid into the same booth as her son and wrapped her arms around him.

"It's okay, sweetie. Everything's going to be fine."

"W-What's he going to say when he finds out that I-I like boys?"

"I don't know but I assure you that I will be by your side one hundred percent."

"I-I just don't want you two to fight because of me." He said in between sobs.

"Carlos." Mrs. Garcia said sternly, getting the boys attention.

"Don't worry about me and your father. I just want you to focus on your school work so you can be a Firefighter, okay." Carlos nodded at her but then he bit his lip.

"Mommy, what if I don't want to be a firefighter anymore?"

"Well, then what do you want to be? A police officer?" Carlos shook his head.

"No, I don't want to do any of that stuff."

"Well, what do you want to be."

"I-I want to be...a prince."

"A prince?"

"Mmhm." The latino boy eagerly nodded.

"Prince Carlos." He said, proudly.

"You can be whatever you want to be." The woman told him, giving him a kiss on his forehead. She was going to have to talk to him more about that at another time. As long as he wasn't worried about her and his father she was fine.

"Oh, mommy, I have to tell you about this dream I had, it was amazing." Carlos chirped up. That's one thing she loved about her son. He was like a big ball of sunshine and happiness.

"Tell me about it in the car." She said, standing up and grabbing their things.

"I got it." He told her, taking the things to the trash.

"My little man." She said, smiling down at him as he came back.

"So tell me about this dream."

A/N: The last part with Carlos being a prince was just my little shout out to Nic98ole and her story Not The Normal Fairy Tale. I doubt she'll read this but I just needed to say that that story is freaking amazing and if you haven't read it what are you waiting for. That story also has been an inspiration for this story and is one of my favorite Kenlos fics. If you liked this please leave a nice review. It would mean the world to me :D