Hello, readers! So, this is the second installment which was originally the second, then the third, and now, it is the second again. Okay, well, read and enjoy!

Carlos stared at the wall with a blank expression. He would've looked more lively if he had died, but Carlos didn't care. It had been exactly two days since Logan told him they needed a break. But, what did he mean by that? Was that a nice way of telling him it's over? Or were they really just taking a break?

All the latino knew was that he hated this. He really did. He kept thinking back over all the things he had done wrong. All at once, the slightest mistake seemed like a catastrophe. He thought about the time he sat next to James instead of Logan in the car, and silently cursed himself.

How long would this feeling last? He shook his head as yet another tear rolled down his cheek. His mind wandered to the other boys. Logan had come to them in tears, and now... Carlos bit his lip. They avoided him and ignored him unless they were at the studio or in public.

One of the flaws Carlos harbored was the fact that he was a very lonely person. He had never been a part of anything until he had met James, Logan, and Kendall. He had the ability to feel completely alone in a room full of people, though he tried to make friends, he did, Carlos just never had a way with words.

The boys were his only friends. The only people he truly ever trusted besides his family. And he had screwed that up, too. He went overboard and lost his band mates as well as his boyfriend. He had never felt so alone, with no one to talk to, he was going to go insane.

Carlos took a deep breath and started towards the door. He had to leave his room sometime. He twisted the doorknob and stepped into the hallway, proceeding towards the kitchen. He reached the table and sat down. He looked around cautiously. There was no sign of the other boys anywhere and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But, he spoke too soon. Just then, three boys exited their room and entered the kitchen, laughing at something Logan had said. Logan's smile disappeared when he saw Carlos, who had turned in his chair to see them, sitting at the table. He nodded and continued to the fridge. "Morning." he said in a tone of formality that hurt more than anything.

Kendall followed, shooting a hateful glance in the latino's direction and James reluctantly trailed behind them. Carlos noticed there was something different in his eyes when he glanced at Carlos. The boy at the table blinked in surprise.

Carlos looked down at the table, his gaze full of sorrow. He didn't enjoy seeing the looks on their faces. But, he was still intrigued at the one James was sporting. What was it? Disappointment? Pity? He had no clue.

He heard the boys leave the kitchen and return to their room, but he couldn't resist looking up. He saw James with a tear in the corner of his eye. James opened his mouth to say something, but Kendall tapped his shoulder and he turned back around.

Carlos' eyes returned to the table and he traced little circles across the surface with his finger. He sighed as a tear splashed onto the table, then got up and retired to his room.

James closed the door behind him and as soon as it was shut, Kendall spoke up. "What were you about to say to Carlos?" he asked angrily.

James turned around. "Nothing. I don't know what you're talking about." he replied walking towards their bed and sitting down. He was giving Kendall an innocent expression, but he was also lying.

"No, you were going to say something to him. I know you were." he replied, angrily still.

He sighed. "Alright, fine. I was gonna say something. Happy?" he added sarcastically.

"What was it? Were you gonna tell him you still loved him?" Kendall said, slightly yelling now. He made his eyes wide and infantile. " 'Oh, Carly, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me because I love you!' "

James snapped to his feet. "What the hell are you talking about?" he said, his voice dangerously low. "You know I love you, Kendall. Why would you say that?"

"Oh, I dunno, maybe it's because you can't stop staring at him during rehearsals?" he said, tears beginning to make an appearance in his eyes. "Do I even need to mention what you did two nights ago?" he asked.

James' cheeks instantly flushed a deep red. "Don't even-"

"You said his name instead of mine, when we were-!" he stopped there, knowing James understood and shook his head as furious tears were streaming down his face. "You don't love me! You never did! Go, then! Go be with damn Carlos! It's not like I care!"

He walked towards the distraught blonde. "No, Kendall, it isn't like that. Don't-" he said softly.

Kendall stepped to the side, so the door was visible. "Leave. Just leave. It's over, James." he stared into James' eyes with a mixture of defiance and hurt. "I've always known you loved him, but I was too stupid to let you go. I wanted you so bad, and I still do. But, I can't be with someone who doesn't love me back." he said quietly.

James tried to say something, but decided against and walked towards the door. He reached for the doorknob and paused. "Y'know." he said almost too softly to hear. "I do love you, Kendall." When he got no response, he opened the door and left, shutting it behind him.

He got to the apartment door and leaned against it. He slid down to the floor and curled into a ball. He was feeling too conflicted to cry, so he just thought. Did he really love Carlos? He hadn't even thought of it and the fact that he said Carlos' name during one of their 'activities' couldn't mean anything, could it?

It was purely by mistake, not on purpose. It's not like he was thinking of him while- "Oh god." he said quietly. He had been thinking of Carlos. But why? He loved Kendall... didn't he? James shook his head. This was ridiculous. He did love Carlos, though he loved Kendall just as much. What was he to do?

After a few minutes of fighting with himself, he stood up and walked out of the kitchen. He turned right to Carlos' room instead of left, like he should've. He winced when he got to the door as he thought of what he was about to do.

He dismissed these thoughts as he opened the door. "C'mon, get up." he said struggling to keep his voice even. "You aren't gonna get him back by moping around."

Well, this is an interesting turn of events. By the way, I'm sorry about the title for this one, I went in an entirely different direction than I had planned, calling for a different title. So, I hope that clears things up. Read and review.

*E.M.*