Big Time Confessions

Summary: Carlos can't get Logan out of his head. How long can he last before telling Logan how he really feels? Carlos' POV. Cargan. :3

Author's Note: My first fanfic ever! :D please review, but cut me a little slack. It IS my first fanfic after all. Sorry if Carlos isn't as Carlos-y as he is in the show. Rated T for language. Sorry, no smex.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. I do wish I owned Carlos and Logan though... I'd make them kiss every day. :D

About one year before having moved to the Palmwoods

I was sitting in homeroom, waiting for the bell to ring. I dreaded starting school again. It was grey and cloudy outside, and snow had been lightly falling, like it had been for the past week. My day suddenly brightened up when he walked in the room though.

"Logie!" I called out. He looked in my direction and smiled. I swear, I melt every time I see him show those pearly white teeth and those adorable dimples. FUCK. Why did he have to be so fucking cute? There could not have been a more amazing person ever. As cliché as it may sound, the mold was broken after he was made.

"Carlitos!" He said as he walked over to sit next to me. "I'm so glad you're here. I have news for everyone… Hey, where are Kendall and James?"

"I dunno. I think they're – oh look, there they are!" I waved over at them. They nodded their heads in acknowledgment and went to take the seats behind us. Hmm… us. Logan and me. Together… *sigh*

"You OK, Carlos?" Logan asked. Shit, I sighed out loud, didn't I?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just disappointed that the weekend is already over and school's starting again," I lied.

"Well I have the perfect plan to start off the week," Kendall said. He said nothing more, and I was too excited to sit still. The rest of the day went by incredibly slowly, and each minute seemed to mock me. I really wanted to know what Kendall had planned for us, but he promised that he'd tell us after school. However, I was soon distracted by thoughts of Logan. *sigh*

After school

We all sat around Mrs. Knight's living room, groaning in pain. Turns out, Kendall wanted to prank the girls' hockey team by placing fake but hideous and bloody heads in their lockers. I jumped at the chance, but Logan warned us that we'd only get hurt. The girls ended up finding out that we were the pranksters and had chased us throughout the whole neighborhood. We should've listened to Logan. He was usually always right… My Logan… My babyboo… I really just could not stop daydreaming about him. I started to wonder if it was healthy to be this obsessed, so I started to imagine what Logan would say if I had told him that about "an incredible person who was on my mind 24/7." Oh look, I'm thinking about him again…

My train of thought – with Logan as the conductor – was suddenly broken when Kendall spoke up. "Hey guys, sorry about the whole thing. I should've thought out our hiding place better."

James, Logan and I started laughing. Logan said, "There's nothing to be sorry about, Kendall. As much pain as we're all in right now, it was fun."

Kendall smiled, somewhat sadly, and then turned to me and said, "I'm especially sorry that your helmet ended up breaking because of that."

I looked sadly down at the two pieces of what used to be my helmet. Who knew that that could happen? "It's alright. I think that just means it's time for a new helmet!"

Logan turned towards me and said, "You wanna get one now? I need to walk off this pain, and I know this place that sells really good helmets for fairly cheap prices." I didn't know my babyboo knew that much about helmets… but then again, he is a genius. I nodded, not only excited to get a new helmet, but also thrilled that I'd get to spend some alone time with Logie.

"You guys want to come to?" he said to James and Kendall. *sigh* Scratch the alone time part.

"I'm ok," James said. "I don't think walking is gonna help me."

Kendall agreed. "I just need to stay here and ice myself." Yay! I guess I will get to spend some alone time with my Logan. I smiled to myself at the thought.

Logan shrugged. "Alright. See you guys later." He grabbed my wrist and quickly dragged me out the door. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was eager to get away from Kendall and James to spend some alone time with me too. But I knew that was just me getting my hopes up. He was still holding onto my wrist as we walked down the street. I wished that he would've grabbed my hand instead. To be able to hold hands with Logan… to be able to call him mine… I started to daydream again, completely forgetting about getting a new helmet.

The whole walk was silent. I couldn't stop thinking about being and wishing to be Logan's boyfriend. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't know what to say. I felt like I should tell him how I felt about him, but how could I word it so that he wouldn't freak out and run away? I mean, I know that he's not homophobic – we had run into many gay guys at our school before. Of course, they had flirted with him a little – I really hated them for even thinking they could get with my Logan – but he always let them down gently. I think that just made them love him more… I know it did for me. But I really didn't want to be added to the list of guys he had rejected, and I even more strongly didn't want him to freak out. Logan is my best friend, and I didn't want to lose him or make anything awkward between us. I silently let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, sadly realizing that I might have to keep silent about my feelings for my whole life if I wanted to keep my friendship with him.

Suddenly we stopped. There were no buildings around, just trees surrounding a field of snow, with benches close to the edges and around the fountain at the center. My curiosity got the better of me. "Logie? What are we doing at the park?" I finally said, breaking the silence. Logan had been leading me the whole way here, and he stood in front of me, but facing away. He didn't speak up. "Logie?" I asked, a little worried. He still hadn't responded, and instead just looked down.

My imagination started acting up. What if he was a vampire, and had plotted this scheme to get me away from James and Kendall, somehow hypnotizing them into staying at Mrs. Knight's, so that he could drink all my blood? What if he was secretly joining a gang, and had led me here to complete his initiation by killing me? What if – I mentally slapped myself for thinking like that. This is Logan, and he'd never do anything like that. He was too nice a person to hurt anyone, especially a friend.

"Logan?" I tried to get his attention again. He seemed frozen in place. I stepped in front of him so I could see his face. He was shaking, and I could see a tear running down his cheek. "Logan, what's wrong?" I asked, scared that he was in a lot of pain. I started stuttering, completely worried about him. "D-do you need to go b-back? A-are you hurting? Are you c-cold?" I pulled him into a hug in case he was cold, but mostly because I wanted to be close to him.

I felt Logan shake his head. "You're stuttering. Don't worry, Carlos, I'm fine." I could almost feel him smile. "I'm just starting to have second thoughts about what I was going to do… I'm sorry."

I pulled away, still worried. "Sorry? About what? What were you going to do?"

Logan was still looking at the ground. He stayed silent for a few seconds, taking a few deep breaths before responding, "Nothing."

"Logan, you're lying. You always breathe deeply before you lie. What were you going to do? Come on, we're best friends, right? We can tell each other anything!" Well, almost anything…

Logan started shaking a little more, and I saw another tear run down his cheek. "Logan, please tell me…"

Almost too quickly for me to comprehend, he suddenly blurted out, "Carlos, I like you. I'm not sure why, but ever since we started high school, I started liking you – as more than just a friend. You're just so sweet and nice and funny and cute and just generally amazing, and I found myself falling for you. And the only reason we're out here right now is because I wanted to spend some time with just you, and I was planning on telling you how I felt, but you were silent for the whole walk and I started getting nervous and I stopped here thinking that some courage would come back, but I'm more nervous now than ever and… and…" Logan finally looked up at me, but all I could do was stare back at him, speechless and shocked that he just told me he liked me the same way I liked him.

After a few seconds of Logan's mouth hanging open, a sign that he was still trying to find the words he wanted to say, he continued, "And… now you hate me. Y-you hate my guts for having told you this, f-for making things awkward between us a-and ruining our friendship."

I was still too shocked to say anything, or fully comprehend what he was saying now. "I-I… I'm sorry, Carlos." Logan was sobbing now. And stupid me was still speechless. "I-I-I'm sorry about everything…" He rubbed his eyes, then ran his hands through his chocolate-brown hair, pulling slightly before saying, "I… I… I have to go." He turned and started running.

Suddenly, everything clicked in my head, and I snapped out of my trance. "Logan!" I yelled, grabbing his wrist before he could get very far. "Wait!"

"I-I-I'm s-sorry, C-Carlos, o-o-ok?" Logan tried to control his crying, but it was obvious that he was having a hard time. "I-I-I sh-sh-should've j-j-j-just-t k-kept-t-t m-my m-mouth shut-t."

I pulled him back into another hug, trying to comfort him by rubbing his back. "Don't be sorry," I told him. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I shouldn't have kept quiet the whole time, but I didn't mean to. I was just shocked that…" I pulled away for the second time, but this time so I could look into his gorgeous eyes. "… that… that you felt the exact same way I've felt about you. That you liked me for that long. That I liked you ever since starting high school too. That you feared the same thing I did – our friendship falling apart because of a confession. Logan, please stop crying. I love you, and it kills me inside to see you this way."

Logie just stared into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity before saying under his breath, more to himself than anyone else, "Oh my God… you're not just saying that… you actually mean it…"

"Logie, of course I mean it. I just can't get you out of my head anymore. I always daydream of being able to say, 'You're mine.' Of being able to call you my boyfriend. Of being able to call you my babyboo." I blushed at the last confession. I think it sounded a lot better in my head than it actually did.

But Logan just smiled. He had stopped crying, and was giving me one of the biggest smiles I had ever seen. He wrapped his arms over my shoulders and around my neck. "I've been doing the same thing. Except that last part. I'm not that corny," he said playfully.

"Oh shaddup," I said, rolling my eyes and wrapping my arms around his waist. He smiled and pressed his forehead against mine. I couldn't help but smile too. I swear, I was the happiest guy alive. I finally had my babyboo – my Logie – in my arms the way I've wanted for so long. I leaned in a little more, and Logan did the same, until we finally kissed. We didn't start making out, but I didn't mind. Just finally being able to kiss my Logan made me more than happy. Besides, I thought it was kind of romantic, kissing outside in the snow.

When we finally pulled away, I bit my bottom lip, trying to suppress a smile. I don't know why I did, or why I even tried to, because just looking at my Logie now made me way too happy to control.

Logan suddenly looked confused. Oh shit, this isn't just a dream, is it? "Logie, what's wrong?" I asked, fearing the worst.

"Umm… I just can't remember… what were we doing before this?" he replied.

"Honestly, I don't remember either, but I don't care. I just wanna stay here by your side." I chuckled and said, "I don't think you know how happy you've ma – "

Suddenly, a look of realization popped up on Logie's face. He grabbed my hand and started running. "Where are we going?" I said, trying to keep up.

He looked back at me and smiled. "I remembered what we were doing! We were going to get you a new helmet!"

I stopped running and pulled him back. He looked at me confused. "We don't have to…"

Logan looked a little surprised. "Really? I mean, you really like wearing a helmeeeeeeeeh– " This time I started running.

"I know!" I said, smiling and looking back while I half-dragged my boyfriend through the snow. This time he stopped and pulled me back.

"Ok, I'm confused now," he told me.

I chuckled. "I just wanted to lead this time," I said, sticking my tongue out at him. He smiled and rolled his eyes, and we started running again, still holding each other's hand.

Author's Note: The End! I hope you enjoyed! Please review! I'm not sure if I want to keep the story a oneshot, or continue with a storyline, so tell me what you think! :D