A/N
Welcome, welcome, one and all. Here is my first official released chapter of a What If? Idea. I view Carlos as a bit of glue, so this is a what if he never lived in Minnesota before his junior year.
Warnings: Fighting, language, and the boys not being besties right away.
Pairings: ? Not sure yet, there literally is no plan for this. Let me know what you prefer. I was leaning towards JamesXLogan, but maybe CarlosXLogan with a bit of JamesXKendall
Disclaimer: BTR no mine.
Enjoy-
This is Our Someday
Chapter 1
I sat in the bland beige room, trying to control the uncontrollable bouncing in my right leg. I didn't like this place. I really didn't like this place.
A stern looking lady emerged from the door, beckoning me to her room with a wave of her hand. I picked up my beat up Jansport, and jogged lightly into her room.
Papi's warm and mildly apologetic smile greeted me, but I ignored it and sat in the seat next to him, the only one available in the room.
"So, Carlos," The lady sat across from me, and placed a fake looking smile "you're all set to start at here tomorrow." She said with false enthusiasm, and began to shuffle through the papers on the desk.
"Fantastic." I muttered quietly.
(This is our Someday)
"Good morning, Mr. Pena! Welcome to your first day at Unionville!" An elderly woman with a warm smile strode out of the office, finding me in the lobby.
"Hey, Ms. ..?" I drew a blank on her name, and awkwardly trailed off.
"Hamilton" she said with an easy smile, and placed her hand on my back. "Now let's get your schedule and guide sorted, shall we?"
We entered the wooden door to see a blonde fighting with a woman behind a huge wooden desk.
"What are you talking about? We had the gym reserved two weeks ago!" The blonde spoke loudly, visibly trying to hold his temper.
"That's not what the wrestling team told me." The woman clucked, shuffling papers absent-mindedly.
"This is so stupid!" The boy threw a fist unto the counter.
"Watch it, Mr. Knight."
"Just because their captain is Josh Gertsen" he said the name sarcastically with a flailing hand gesture, "doesn't mean that they-" I didn't hear the rest of his sentence because I was led into the Ms. Hamilton's office. She gestured to a chair opposite a desk with one hand and shut the door behind her with the other.
"Sorry about that" she said with a small chuckle, "he's a bit stubborn. In here almost everyday" She wasn't bitter though; she seemed to hold a bit of fondness for the boy. I shook my head and said "no problem" because it really wasn't. I was rather enjoying the small fight; it was the most exciting thing I've seen since I've got here.
"So, about your course selection…"
(This is our Someday)
Around a half an hour ago, and fifteen minutes until the school day actually started, we had sorted out my schoolwork, and started out of the office. The blonde was finishing up his battle with the woman.
"And we have plenty of extra-curricular activities…" Ms. Hamilton was telling me as we exited her office.
"Do you have a hockey team?" I asked, mildly excitedly. Maybe something would be like home.
"You like hockey?" The blonde whirled around from his conversation. My eyes widened at the sight of the question, and the excited boy. I nodded with a slightly furrowed brow. "Ice?" He asked.
"Street" I amended, somewhat awkwardly.
The blonde shrugged "you'll learn. I'll take him, Ms. Hamilton," he told her, swinging his arm casually around my neck.
"Well, Kendall, some girls were going to show him around…"
"I've got him." He told her strongly, and held out a hand for my schedule and assignment book. She handed them over with a small laugh. "Perfect." He said staring at my schedule. "Leggo," he said, unhooking his arm from my neck, pushing me forward, and kicked slightly at my rear. I stumbled but laughed, and quite honestly liked his forwardness a bit. Maybe he's a stubborn and lawless friend, but a stubborn and lawless friend is better than no friend at all.
"Wait, Kendall!" Ms. Hamilton called as we were stepping out the door. He swung back in dramatically. "You called?" He asked.
"Anna Kogling will need a new locker." She said, handing him a locker card. He blew her a dramatic kiss "you're a doll." He added with a wink. She shooed him from the room.
I stared at him in disbelief. He shrugged and put him arm back around my shoulder. "You love me or you hate me." He added, leading me down the hall.
(This is our Someday)
I didn't like the layout of the school, it was awkward and twisty and too complicated. Kendall was telling me about the places we walked by but I wasn't paying too much attention. There were too many kids to dodge.
"So, where you from?" Kendall asked as we swung by the girl's bathroom. Girls were pouring out in bucket-loads, all gabbing about something or other.
"El Centro, California." Kendall's face twisted into a grimace.
"To here? Ouch- man, you're going to have a to-ou-ou-ough winter." He sang, sliding around a corner. "Here we are!" He announced with a broad hand gesture.
"Where are we?" I asked, as this stretch of hallway looked like every other stretch of hallway, bland, noisy, and with a strange, sweaty smell.
"Your new home." He told me, tapping on a very occupied looking locker decorated with small decals. He then began to look around the hallway, "Jamesyboy" he called, head darting around, obviously looking for someone in the student filled halls.
"Kind of busy, Kenddork!" An unseen voice called back- coming from the direction of the girl's bathroom.
"Hurry it up!" Kendall shouted, opening his own locker. A tall, handsome boy emerged around the corner, a pretty blonde clasped at the hand trailing behind him. They both looked very…smudged, to say the least.
"What?" The boy asked exasperatedly. The blonde girl blinked brown eyes innocently behind him, using her free hand to fix her long hair. Kendall sent the god-like child in front of me a look that clearly said ditch the girl. The guy raised an eyebrow but didn't question and turned to the girl.
"Hey hon-" His voice melted like butter, smooth words sliding from his mouth "Run on to class, I'll catch up later, okay?" His eyes became larger, asking her for permission. He really didn't need it, I could tell.
This guy was good. Good.
"Okay!" Then her mouth latched unto his, her arms reaching around his neck. Okay, so this guy was really good. After a few long, awkward for me, and seemingly normal for everybody else, seconds he untangled them. She slid down off him, embracing his arms.
"I love you." She told him with a broad smile. "Yeah…" He drifted, and she grabbed her bag off the floor, and scampered down the hall.
"So, Kenny," The boy said, sliding his thumb across his lips to get some lip-gloss off, "What can I do for you?"
"Actually, it's what you can do for him." Kendall said, shutting his locker and throwing a green backpack unto his shoulders.
"And who is him?"
"Me." I said, maybe a little too excitedly.
Kendall took us both by the shoulders, forcing us to face each other.
"James Diamond, meet our new best friend…" Kendall paused, making a thinking face "wait, what the fuck is your name? You never told me."
"Carlos, Carlos Garcia." I told him with a smile.
"Our new best friend Carlos Garcia." Kendall told James.
"Does he lik-" James began, but Kendall cut him off
"Street, but he'll learn otherwise."
"Good man," James said to me with that mega-watt smile "position?"
"Right wing." I told him, and his smile widened.
"Great man." James turned to Kendall, "so what am I doing?"
"Getting Anna Kogling to move from that locker," he pointed "to this locker" he handed James a card.
"Anna Kogling," James thought for a moment, "Brown eyes, brown hair, big tits?" He asked. Kendall flicked his pointer finger in the air, and poked James' chest lightly. "That would be the one."
James scoffed. "Easy, give me…" he thought for a moment "five minutes?" He said thoughtfully.
Kendall smirked "you going for a new record?"
"Gotta make an effort to improve. Be right back with a locker for our new best friend Carlos," he turned away and took a step but hesitated. He turned back with a scowl. "Have you ever been in, or thought of being in student government?" He asked dangerously.
"N-n-no…" I stuttered, scared by his sudden change in demeanor. The guy may be pretty, but he was also big. Really big.
"Right. Give me five!" He said enthusiastically. I leaned back with relief on the lockers.
"Is he bi-polar?" I asked Kendall honestly.
"God knows. James is just James." We stood in comfortable silence for a few seconds.
Then the entire atmosphere in the hallway changed.
A boy in a pair of khaki pants and blue oxford strutted down the hallway. He looked almost too neat, with his shirt tucked in. At least the sleeves were rolled up, and a few buttons were undone. Kendall smacked his lips but said nothing. People stepped out of his way, not because he was fearful, he was too small, but more out of respect. He paused for a moment, looked at his watch, righted his black leather messenger bag, and continued down the hall. As soon he was out of sight, the relaxed atmosphere was back.
"Who was that?" I turned to my right to see Kendall, still leaning against the locker, staring straight ahead, arms crossed.
"That," Kendall sighed, "that was Logan Mitchell."
"What were we saying about Logan Mitchell?" A voice, an angry voice, sounded behind me. I jumped at a foot in the air, and turned to see a seething James. I slid behind Kendall.
"Look, James, just drop it." Kendall said tiredly, not flinching at me huddled behind him.
"Look, Carlos" James grabbed me by the shoulder, pulling me out from behind Kendall. He threw his arm around me similarly to the way Kendall did, except it was slightly more painful "buddy," he smiled, but it was forceful, and his arm tightened "if you know what's good for you," the smile was definitely scary now "don't mention the name Logan Mitchell, or Hortense for that matter, ever again." His tone darkened on the last two words, his eyes bore into mine. I nodded fearfully. He released me and patted my shoulder. "Well, then, here's your combination. See you lads in homeroom!" He handed me a small piece of paper, and trotted cheerfully down the hall.
"He's strange." I said, staring after him.
Kendall laughed, and said, "we're all strange. Now lemme' see your combination."
(This is our Someday)
Kendall led me down a few more hallways, and I grew to like him even more. I decided I didn't mind being his next best friend. He was no Antonio, though. Not even close. James... James still scared me. And I don't even know what to think about that boy who looked like he should be running a business. I was led through a surprisingly small door into a huge biology lab. The first two people I saw were Logan and James, sitting on opposite sides of the room, both surrounded by a group of people, just very different looking people.
"You're kidding me. They're, we're, in the same homeroom?" Carlos asked with disbelief as the two boys led the separate conversations.
"Sometimes," Kendall said, leaning on me, "I think the office just likes to fuck with us."
A/N
Thanks for reading! Hopefully weren't confused or anything. Again, I'm really not sure on pairings yet, so let me know! Try and take a moment and review and let me know what you like and what you don't like and anything to improve on.
-MischiefInProgress