I still do not own BTR :(

James P.O.V

I was out of breath, tired, and my perfect hair had been tangled by the relentless wind outside, but I finally arrived at the apartment I shared with Carlos, Kendall, and Logan.

When I opened the door, my helmet-wearing friend, Carlos, had been casually sprawled out on our bright blue couch, looking at his watch as if he was timing how long it took for one of us to arrive.

"Finally someone shows up!" he exclaimed, running toward me as I closed the door. "But where are Kendall and Logan?"

I chuckled thinking of the countless times someone had to ask me where Kendall and Logan were. They used to ask me about them individually, like, "Where's Kendall?" or "Where's Logan?" and then after the countless times I've said, "Wherever Logan is," or "Wherever Kendall is," they began asking collectively.

Those two were always together. But I didn't have much room to talk. Carlos and I were always together, so people probably started asking for us collectively as well.

"They went for a walk in the park since it's 'such a nice day'," I replied, air-quoting the words Logan had said earlier.

"Riiight," Carlos chuckled. "Did Kendall say he was going there before Logan thought about it?"

I laughed at my friend's assumption. Despite popular belief, Carlos was smart and could pick up on things better than most.

"Yes, and then Logan wanted to join him." I should have joined them and walked with Kendall too. To see the sun on his golden hair.

Whoa, where did that come from? Snap out of it, James!

Carlos sighed. "Of course he did. Those two really need to open their eyes and see what everyone else sees – that they were made for each other and are totally in love."

I laughed again and placed my hand on my shorter friend's shoulder. "I know, Carlitos. I know."

But I couldn't help but feel a little…jealous. Kendall was always with Logan and barely spent time with me. I wanted Kendall time too. Whoa, there it goes again. Stop it right now, James!

Then there was a pause, my hand still on my friend's shoulder, looking into his dark chocolate eyes. They weren't green ones. But they were still beautiful. It gave me a weird feeling…A good one, but a weird one. So I quickly shook it off, removed my hand from my friend's shoulder, and cleared my throat to change the subject.

"Well, Carlitos, my friend, there is no way we can enjoy the hot tub while still standing in the living room without our swimming trunks on."

He chuckled what seemed almost like a breathless chuckle and suddenly found his bare feet fascinating for a brief moment. Though the moment was odd and out of place for my outgoing, hyper friend, it was nearly gone as soon as it happened. He looked up at me with that lovable sparkle back in those dark chocolate eyes, excitement reappearing in his tanned complexion.

"Yeah, let's go!" he exclaimed before skipping to our shared room to grab his swimming trunks.

Yet I stood frozen. What am I feeling? What are these foreign thoughts? What about that moment that I had about Kendall, or the one about Carlos? What was that moment Carlos had?

I tried to shake it, thinking I was just being over-observant, and slowly made my way to the room I shared with that little Latino ball of sunshine.