Hey guys! It's finally here! Sorry it's taken so long, but the buzz from 88 Keys was so big I knew I had to work on the sequel! If you haven't read 88 Keys yet, you should go to my profile and check it out! I tried to fill in the new readers as much as possible on this chapter. This chapter just sets up the story, I wish it had more storyline to it. Please enjoy! RxR.

PROLOGUE

Carlos absolutely hated flying. The pull of gravity on your gut during take-off, the lightheadedness in the air once you're airborne—every aspect of flying he hated. When he was younger, Kendall and James would pretend like they were flying with Superman, but not Carlos. He was always the guy who ran quickly or teleported, always something on the ground.

He sat next to the window on Flight 189 going to LAX in California. They were in the front of the plane near the entrance, allowing easy access for James's wheel chair. Despite getting shot in the lower back and becoming partially paralyzed from the waist down, James was still the same James. Granted, he was bisexual. THAT was a change Carlos had to adapt to. But he loved James—they had been close friends for years. Regardless of sexualities, Carlos saw James as James. Besides, Logan and Kendall were annoyingly sweet; so sweet in fact Carlos wanted to run to the bathroom and puke glitter. After finding out Kendall was gay, nothing could surprise Carlos.

James lay passed out in the aisle chair across from Kendall and Logan. Kendall had his earphones in, which accomplished absolutely nothing considering he was nearly drooling on Logan's shoulder. Carlos had to admit, though, Kendall was pretty adorable when he slept. Logan was halfway into his book when he turned and smiled at Carlos, who responded with a shaky grin. Logan mouthed a "You okay?" in his direction. It was obvious how terrified the Latino was.

"Wake up Kendall," Logan said softly. Kendall yawned and stretched in his chair.

"Mmm, we there yet?"

"No, no, we've got at least two more hours. I just want to switch seats."

Kendall looked at his boyfriend with a sad look. "Did I drool on you?"

Logan and Carlos laughed at their friend. "No, I just want to sit next to Carlos," he said, packing away his book.

"Don't make a fuss over it, it's not a problem. I'll be fine, you guys—" Carlos piped up, only to be caught off by Logan.

"No, we're doing this. Get up Kendall."

The two men stood and dragged their backpacks around. Logan sat in Kendall's chair and Kendall plopped down into Logan's, obviously bothered that he was awoken from his nap. In a few minutes, he was curled into himself asleep once more.

"You didn't have to do that," Carlos muttered, blushing.

"Kendall said you hate flying. And you're one of my close friends and practically my boyfriend's brother. So I wanted to do it. Now come here." Loan pulled down the window blind and twisted up the arm rest before wrapping his arm around the other boy's shoulders and pulled his head into his lap. Carlos immediately began to feel safer. Logan was like a mom in a sense when it came to caring for others. And Logan didn't mind. He ran his fingers through Carlos's hair until he fell asleep on his legs.

"Sir, can I get you anything?" a sweet, older flight attendant asked. She stood in between the two aisles and smiled sincerely at the only one of the four awake.

"Just a Diet Coke, if you have any." The woman returned in an instant with a soda bottle in one hand and blankets and pillows in the other. She handed over the soda. "Ma'am, I didn't ask for any blankets," he said, puzzled.

The woman stretched the blanket across James's lap and slid a pillow under his neck. She did the same to Kendall and covered Carlos in a blanket. She stuffed a pillow behind Logan's head. "I've watched you this whole flight take care of these boys, figured it was time somebody takes care of you," she said with a smile. "I'm Donna," she stated, extending her hand.

"Logan." They shook hands and smiled.

"So, how long have you and your boyfriend been together?" she questioned, motioning to Kendall.

"How did you know—"

"Oh please, sweetie, I'm 67, not dead! I saw the little kiss on the cheek he gave you earlier, don't deny!" she laughed.

Logan and Donna talked almost the remainder of the flight. It was refreshing to see a nice person. People that kind are a rare species, Logan thought to himself before dozing off for the last thirty minutes of the flight.

"OUT OF THE WAY! MOVE!" Carlos hollered as he pushed James through the crowd of people at the terminal, followed by Kendall and Logan tagging behind, all of them laughing hysterically. They stopped at baggage claim, where they each grabbed two suitcases. Logan reached for his bags but was knocked aside when his boyfriend picked it up for him.

"Figured if you wouldn't let me carry your backpack at school, you'd at least let me carry your suitcase to our new apartment," he said with a wink.

"Fine, but I'm carrying one of James's."

Off the boys went. It was a new city, a new state! Everything was different here. The buildings were taller, the opportunities bigger. Logan could become a musician here, Kendall could be a professional hockey player, and James could work on bikes. Carlos could do…whatever Carlos does. There were no Bruce the bully's here, no psycho-rapist out to get them. They were all graduates—their potential was unmatched.

"Guys, we're here. Finally. California," James said.