A/N: Hey guys! I'm so excited to do this: new story time! I'll be updating this one alongside Olympian after the conclusion of Dreamscape (this is just a taste and a test),and don't worry, I haven't forgotten about either, I just have a ton of crap to do lately. If you want a more detailed explanation of this crap and my current update schedule, then check my profile for a better view.

The story will switch between Kendall's and Carlos' points of view (and possibly include James' and Logan's later on) from chapter to chapter, but I'll make sure to put the POV at the top at the beginning of each.

So enough of that. Time to get this new show on the road! This is Adopted.


(Kendall's POV)

The sky was grey as I pulled up outside of the school, my mom's black Volkswagen Beetle pulling up to the sidewalk. I looked out the window at my fellow students scattered out across the pavement, searching for one boy in particular. Upon spotting him standing near the wall, back turned to me, I smiled and stepped out of the car, taking large strides over to clap a hand on his shoulder and leaning down to speak to him on level.

"Hey man, time to go back home, mom's almost got dinner ready," I said to him, and the Latino's eyes lit up brightly.

"Food? Cool!" Carlos picked up his backpack from the ground and waved an enthusiastic goodbye to his soccer teammates Logan and Dak, following me back to the car. I ducked down to get inside, watching as he threw his backpack into the back seat of the small car before sitting down and pushing a button on the radio. An adorable little grin crossed his lips as one of his favorite songs came on, his hands grabbing at the volume knob and spinning it wildly to the right as the sounds got louder. He bobbed his head up and down, feeling the rhythms and beginning to beatbox along with the music as I sang the words loudly to the car.

"I love the way you're talkin'.

I'm lovin' what'cha doin' boy.

I don't fall easy often.

I never had a love like you before."

The two of us always did that. He would hear a song on the radio that he liked, then the volume would go up and he would start to beatbox and I would sing out all the words that I could remember or hit the notes for. That was usually all of them, even the ones with female leads. If the song turned into rap, he would take over and I would continue the beatbox, his lips moving quickly along with the rapid phrases. Our school had a choir program, but neither of us wanted to do choral stuff; we wanted rock and other exciting music. After a lot of thought, we ended up gathering together our entire friend group and forming an A Cappella group that we called "The Counterpoints", our group easily gaining popularity and soon getting invited to perform for halftime entertainment at our home football games.

We kept the song up, eventually switching parts as a rap began. I glanced over and saw him raise an eyebrow at me every time he said something that involved innuendo.

"We could party all night night.

Wanna spend the night night.

Well, you be my type

By the end of the night

We can pillow fight.

Yo' kisses real nice.

Come closer cuz I don't bite.

You talkin' how I like.

You play daddy, I'll play wife."

We kept up until the song ended, switching back to his beatbox and my singing, the car slowing to a stop at a red light as the last word rang out in the small space. Turning to look at each other, we both took a deep breath before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Dude, that was great!" Carlos wrapped an arm around my shoulders, lightly punching my arm. "Your voice is amazing as always!"

"Hey, it wouldn't have been anything without the sick beatbox and rap you threw down there," I replied, shooting him a Knight family trademarked grin. He blushed a bit, pulling me closer into the hug with brown orbs suddenly looking directly into my eyes longingly. He raised his head and placed his lips against my own, and I moaned loudly into the kiss, feeling my blood rushing downward. His hand snaked down my front to rub at the growing bulge in my pants, tan fingers dancing their way over each of my abs as they made their way down. I groaned once more.

"Carlos, I have to drive…"

"Shhhh," he whispered, attempting to slip his hand beneath the waistband of my jeans. "Just give me five minutes. Let me do all the work." I moaned louder into the small space, feeling his hand wrap around-

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! Carlos snapped back into his seat, shrinking down a little and leaving me flustered and extremely hard. I regained my composure and looked up. The light was green, and some jackass in a giant truck behind us was honking at us to get moving. The bastard… ruining our sort of enjoyable moment… then again, I didn't know how long we had been sitting at the light and not moving for the green.

The rest of the drive was silent except for the radio, something that really bugged me. When Carlos gets embarrassed, depressed, or nervous, he gets really quiet. His usually boisterous and daredevil attitude disappears and he goes on full lockdown, not talking to anyone and being careful about everything. Even when his favorite song came on he didn't say a thing, but I did notice his head slightly bobbing up and down along with the beat. We pulled into the driveway, and I watched as he snatched his bag from the back and bolted into the house, probably heading to our shared bedroom. I stepped out and sighed, grabbing my keys from the ignition and heading inside after him.

Carlos had been my brother for what was coming on fourteen years by that point. My mom adopted him from an orphanage about two hours from our house when I was three. I still have no idea why he was orphaned, my mom won't tell either of us. He's two months younger than I am and completely biologically unrelated, but our family treats him like he's my twin brother. Just between the two of us, we know each other's strengths, weaknesses, guilty pleasures… you name it, we know it about each other. I know that he's extremely ticklish and love chocolate, and he knows that I'm a hockey nut that just needs someone to cuddle with if I get sad. And he's happy to oblige for that last one.

The two of us also have a secret that we hide from everyone else- we're in love with each other. At first, it just started with two extremely horny fifteen-year-old boys that needed a not-really-innocent way for us both to get some much-needed pleasure, but it quickly developed past that into love that went past just family. We had to keep it a secret though. It's not that my mom wouldn't accept it; she would praise it for that matter, she's an extreme liberal and avid supporter of homosexual rights. I think she would just find it wrong to be in love the way we are. But we aren't actually related, so it's not incest, right? …Right?

After saying hi to mom and little sister Katie, I walked down the back hall into our bedroom, finding Carlos laying in my bunk with his body under the covers and facing toward the wall. I smiled and tiptoed over, sitting down next to the lump under the comforter and placing a soothing hand where I guessed the center of his back was. As my hand began to move, I heard a sigh of relief and release, and a bit of the pressure in my head released as well. We were connected in that way too: whenever one of us felt sad, the other one's mood quickly turned just as sour. His breathing slowed down, and he pulled his head out from under the blanket.

"I'm sorry for getting us honked at Kenny. Do you forgive me?" He looked up at me with big watery eyes and began to sniffle. I just offered my regular grin to him, and he flung himself forward into my arms, wrapping his own arms around my shoulders. I felt his lips turn upward into one of his adorable smiles and then a kiss fell onto my neck.

"I love you Kendall."

"I love you too Carlos." My hand traveled up and down the length of his back a couple times before I pulled him back in front of me and placed a sweet little kiss on his lips. "Now, how about we get us some of that dinner I told you about, hm?" I heard his stomach grumble in agreement, and he blushed lightly before flinging the remaining covers off.

"Hooray for food!" As I watched him scramble off the bed and head to the door, I couldn't help but think how blessed I was to have him as a boyfriend. And brother as well.


Each morning was a series of ups and downs in the Knight household. Carlos is an early riser, which is quite surprising to Logan and James, and every morning he woke up twenty or so minutes earlier than I would then come and lay in my bed with me until I woke up too. We went over to the bathroom at the same time, and I finished my little morning ritual while he took a shower and then we switched. Occasionally, if we were sure that nobody else was awake, we would take a shower together; but that's only if mom and Katie were in bed.

After getting dressed (and after a quick make-out session in our bedroom), we raced down the stairs, quickly eating our breakfast and rushing out to catch the James bus. A dark blue SUV with heavily tinted windows pulled up in front of us, the window rolling down slightly to reveal Logan wearing a pair of round sunglasses. He smirked and tipped them down along his nose, pushing them back upward shortly after and speaking in a low voice.

"So did you bring the package?" Carlos laughed. I sighed.

"James, unlock the car."

"Answer the question first, Kenny-boy!" he called back with a chuckle, and I groaned. We were going to be late at this rate.

"Logan, you know we don't have time for this. Are you sure you want to get your first tardy ever because of this game?" I totally had him. His face turned white as a ghost as his hand reached out and pushed the unlock button. I grabbed the door handle, ushering my brother into the car before climbing into the back seat myself. James turned his head and flashed me one of his "ten-thousand dollar smiles", as he calls them.

"Where to sir?" the brunet asked with a fake old man voice. I sighed and just stared him down, his smile slowly disappearing. "Spoilsport."

We arrived at school just before the first passing period bell rang, James pulling the car into a parking spot and running after Logan as the pale boy literally jumped out of the door and bolted across the parking lot. The two of us waited for them to be a distance away before I brought my lips down to Carlos'. I pushed my mouth against his with an almost crushing force, hearing him moan loudly into the kiss, causing me to reach out with my tongue and swipe across his bottom lip. Sadly, the Latino shook his head and pulled back.

"Kendall, we gotta go, we're gonna be late at this rate," he said to me somewhat sadly, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the building. After getting inside, he tried to lean up and give me a kiss goodbye, but I stopped him. He look up, confused, and I pointed to a man in a deep black suit with a red tie and white hair. You could practically see the devil horns rising out of Mr. Griffin's hair, our evil and insane principal staring directly at the two of us. Carlos resorted to just giving me a hug goodbye, saying that he would see me after soccer and that I should have a kiss ready for him when we got back home.

I was definitely already prepared to deliver that.


A/N: So yeah. That's the current state of events. Ta-da…

Thank you for beginning to read Adopted. I hope you all liked it, it's quite the fun write and I can only think that it'll get better. Just wait a little longer and I promise you'll all like it. Just remember to review for me!

Well, hope you all have a great weekend, because I have lots of writing and work to finish. Hopefully I'll have something for Sunday, but you never know. Once more, thanks for reading, please review, and have a wonderful time!

P.S.- In case you're wondering, the song is "All Night Long" by Demi Lovato.