Chapter Two
As he waited for Kendall to make the soup, Carlos tiptoed across the room to grab his phone out of the jeans he wore yesterday. On his way back to the bed, he managed to hit his foot against the desk he and James shared and let out a loud yell. Slapping his hand over his mouth in horror, Carlos literally flew across the room to get back in the bed. He fumbled to get under the covers, just as Kendall peeked in.
"Hey, are you okay? I heard a yell..." Kendall said slowly.
Carlos bit his lower lip, cursing himself out mentally before answering. "Uh, yeah, I just got a really bad cramp in my side for a second there." He lied.
The other boy didn't seemed convinced. "Do I need to take you to the hospital?"
Carlos shook his head quickly. "No, no! The cramp went away." He winced at how obvious it was he was lying.
"Okay..." Kendall nodded, deciding to just leave it alone and change the subject. "Carlos, I sometimes forget how you look without your helmet. You look nice without it."
The latino boy blushed, pulling the covers over his head quickly. "Thanks." He said, voice muffled.
Kendall sighed. "Yeah, you're welcome. I guess I better go check on the soup."
As soon as Carlos thought Kendall was gone he turned on his phone, creating a new text message.
CARLOS: James, I'm going to murder you! And then castrate you!
JAMES: You should be thanking me. Thanks to my smarts, you and Kendall are all alone together. And he's spending time with you, taking care of you.
CARLOS: He thinks I hate him.
JAMES: No he doesn't. Look, instead of being with Jo, he's with you.
CARLOS: Whatever James. You're not helping.
JAMES: Well excuse me for trying to help you and Kendall finally get together.
CARLOS: He's coming back. Just. Ask me before you do this again next time!
Carlos closed his cell right when Kendall came in with his soup.
"Here's your favorite, chicken noodle soup without the noodles." He said, giving the Latino a warm smile. "Can you sit up?"
"What? How'd you remember that?" Carlos asked, pulling himself into a sitting position.
"Remember that time when you got the flu the summer before sixth grade and you were stuck inside for a week?" Kendall asked. "I came over to see you, but your mom didn't want me getting sick, so I helped her make soup for you instead. I guess it just stuck with me." He gave a nonchalant shrug, but Carlos could see the redness forming at the tip of his ears.
"Kendall, you're so sweet!" He said, taking the bowl of hot soup from his friend. "And trust me, you are my favorite friend. I like you. Just as much as Logan and James. If not more." Carlos looked down at the soup, willing himself not to blush yet again.
Kendall laughed. "Thanks buddy. I'll check up on you once you're done eating."
As soon as he was gone, Carlos let a wide smile spread over his face.
CARLOS: I love you so much James!
JAMES: I know. You better.
