Carlos had been in his and James' shared room all day. James had left for the grocery store about an hour ago. He looked at the pile of clothes next to him on the bed. It belonged to James. "Is he back yet?" He opened the door slightly, checking for James.

Outside, the front door was opened and James was talking to someone. Carlos could hear her-yes, it was a girl-giggle. The voice didn't sound familiar, and he knew James didn't have any female friends besides the few that Carlos was also friends with. He also knew there was no way James could have made a new friend so fast, with the kind of person he was. Soon, he couldn't hear any more talking or giggling. He expected the worse, and started crying. He closed the door and flopped onto the bed, holding the pillow close to his chest. He started rolling around on his back, kicking his feet in the air. "No, no, no!" He kicked his heels on the bed in frustration. He held the pillow like a teddy bear and turned to his side. Tears ran down over his nose and onto the bed sheets. He stopped crying to listen for James and the skank he was with. He heard soft moans, and the sounds soon got louder. He shut his eyes and curled up into a ball. The moaning got louder and louder, and it made Carlos even sadder. Soon, he heard something-or maybe someone-slam into the bedroom door.

"Holy shit!" He fell off the bed, bringing the pillow, clothes, and blanket down with him. He managed to crawl under the bed and waited anxiously. The door eventually did open, and he saw four, naked, and intertwined feet. The bodies landed on Carlos'and James' bed.

"Wait, why are they on our bed?" Carlos thought. He heard the loud gasps and moans of the girl James was in. "Oh my God, they're doing it on our BED!" He started to wriggle out from underneath the bed, but froze when he realized what was happening. "They're having sex in our bed! If I get up, I'll see all of it! But I can't stay under here forever!" He overcame his feelings and crawled all the way out.

"James!"

James, whose face was in the girl's neck, looked over at him. "C-Carlos?" He got up off the girl, who was left to cover herself up. She was a bottle-brunette, though still very pretty, and had nice boobs. Carlos nodded at her, scowling. He glared at James. "How could you bring some..girl in! A-and how- what's wrong with the couch? At least that way you wouldn't have gotten caught!" James laughed a little, and Carlos crossed his arms.

"I-uh-you..uh, you see-"

"Actually, James, I don't see! I don't see why you think you can just bring a random skank from the street into out apartment and just do her on our bed!" He turned to the girl. "Get the hell out of here!" She walked out, grabbing her clothes on the way. She waved a thumb and pinkie at James.

"Call her and I will slit your fucking throat and cut your penis off." The girl left the apartment, leaving a pissed-off Carlos and a naked James.

"How could you?"

"Carlos, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have. But my, my, my, did you see her?"

"Yes, she's attractive-but that's not the point. The point is you being such an inconsiderate and stupid and mindless jerk!"

"That's why you love me."

"No, that's why I fucking HATE you!" He hit him over the head with the pillow and kicked him onto the bed. He held a fist in the air, but brought it back down.

"You know what, James? Logan was right. So were Sammy, Kendall, and EVERYONE ELSE!" He stormed out, grabbing an already-packed suitcase out of the closet. "Call me when you grow a heart, and a brain!" He slammed the bedroom door behind him, then the front door.

James followed him to the door. "If you'd stop being such a drama fag pussy queen!"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Carlos yelled back. "You'd like a pussy queen! Well, go find one and fuck her! I don't care!"

"I will!"

Carlos tossed his keys to the apartment at the owner. "Take them-I already have all my shit."

"Which apartment?"

Carlos pointed at the keys. "That one."