Just a little thing I decided to do to get the creative juices flowing through me.
To Be Gay ~Carlos
Carlos figured that he was just born gay. It seemed like the logical thing to him. He never once gave a second though to why he liked guys, or why some people liked girls. It was just something that came naturally to him. He had been gay as long as he could remember, even before he knew what being gay was. He remembered one time back in third grade.
A young Carlos and James sat on the swing set at the park not far from Carlos's house. They were having a contest to see who could swing the highest. Carlos was winning until he fell out, landing face first in the sand box.
"Carlos!" James called out. He jumped out of the swing, at that age not caring if it messed up his hair, and ran over to his friend. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," He spit some sound out. "I'm fine." He stood up brushing off his jeans.
"Your lip is bleeding." James said, feeling a bit queasy. He never did like the sight of blood.
"Really?" Carlos licked his lips and sure enough, he tasted blood. Then he smiled. "Maybe you should kiss it and make it better."
James looked unsure, but the look in Carlos's eyes was challenging him, and he never backed down from a challenge.
James shyly pressed his lips agents Carlos's. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds, before they both pulled back.
"All better," Carlos said grinning.
"Good, now let's go back to your house. Your moms making pizza rolls for lunch." He grabbed Carlos's hand and they began heading back.
And now here they were in L.A. recording an album. They had anything, and everything a typical teenage boy could want, but at this moment all Carlos wanted to do was go to the park with James.
He grabbed a sweatshirt, his helmet, and dials James's number on his cell.
A/N: Okay here's my little random drabble one shot thing. I'm going to use this to keep me from getting writers block and to get rid of plot bunnies. I probably won't update on a regular basis, just when I need to.