AN: Again, was supposed to be doing my essay, which is partially done, but I ended spending more time on this. Hahahah! My essay is such bullcrap. But whatever. Thank you all for reviewing and or favoriting my story! It means a lot((: And I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed myself writing it.

Through the Looking-Glass, and What Carlos Found There...

"Come on, Logan! Get up! It must be pretty serious if Kelly's screaming for us!"

Carlos kept slapping Logan until his palm matched the redness of Logan's cheeks. He gave up with a sigh and lifted the boy off from the floor and slung one of Logan's limp arms around his own neck. He stumbled out of the room with his friend dragging his feet along the way.

"You know, actually, you're a whole lot lighter than I thought you'd be."

He reached their front door and swung it open walking as fast as he could hauling the lifeless form of his friend all the way to the elevator. He smashed his hand on the down button and bit his lip as he bounced lightly on his feet. He profusely mumbled the words, "Come on," until he finally heard the "cling" of the elevator signaling that an elevator had reached his floor. The double doors slowly opened and revealed James' frantic features.

"JAMES WHAT THE H—"

"Carlos! What took you guys so long? And what happened to Logan?! Never mind, I'm pretty sure I know."

"JAMES…? YOUR?! YOUR?!"

James gave him a "WTF" look and pulled the two boys into the elevator and slammed the buttons that would close the doors and take them to the lobby. Carlos could not believe it. He stared in shock at his friend next to him. Never, in a million years, would he have considered this ever being a possibility. Letting Logan's unconscious body drop to the floor, Carlos lifted up his arm slowly. James watched him as he did so with a nervous glance. Carlos brought his hand close to his own face and without warning slapped himself as hard as he could; repeating the process over and over.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

"Carlos, what the hell are you doing?! Stop! It's bad enough Logan looks like a ripe tomato, we don't need you looking like one, too!"

James grabbed a hold of Carlos' arm and started to shake him vigorously, "What are you doing, man?!"

"James, YOUR HAIR!"

"What hair?"

"EXACTLY!"

It was true. James was standing in front of Carlos. With a shaved head.

"Was it because I took so long to change?! Did Gustavo do this to you?! I'm so sorry, man, I didn't mean to I'm so sorry!"

"Carlos, what are you talking about? Did Gustavo do what to me? And why are you talking about him as if he's like, an evil… Dude, or something?"

The elevator doors opened after James popped the question. He scoffed and got off walking into the lobby turning around to make sure Carlos was doing the same. He wasn't. The boy just stared off into space as he stood, nailed to the spot. The doors started to close and at this exact moment was when Logan decided to regain consciousness. He crawled forward in a daze and lifted his head upwards. He opened his mouth slightly as if to say something but his thoughts were cut off when the double doors slid to close effectively smashing his face in between them. The doors, of course, reopened and Carlos and James just stared wide-eyed at what had happened.

"Aww crap! Carlos, pick him up!"

Carlos bent down and slung his arm over his neck while hoisting Logan up by his waist. James smiled at the image.

"Aww, what a cute couple."

Carlos immediately dropped him again causing James to cringe. Just then Kendall walked in.

"H-hey guys? I think we should stop stalling, and, and uh, get back to Kelly… What happened to Logan?"

Logan started to get up again, starting first on his hands and knees. He shook his head and looked up smiling. Just then the elevator doors closed in on him again, though this time smashing into his sides.

"Ow!"

"Carlos, get him up!" James screamed.

Carlos did as he was told and rushed out of the killer elevator. As if Carlos wasn't confused enough in general, looking around to all his friends, confused was definitely an understatement. He glanced back at Kendall noticing how much he was fidgeting and playing with his fingers, eyes cast downward.

He took this momentary cease-fire to ask them all, "Guys? What happened while I was changing? I mean, I know I suck at math, but I don't think I took that much time changing."

"Carlos, this isn't the time for whatever it is you're talking about! I don't get it, you're the most logical one here; we usually come to you asking inane questions."

Carlos gasped at James' words. Mostly because he really didn't know what inane meant and thought it was an insult. James rolled his eyes and grabbed Kendall's hand leading them towards the lobby exit. Carlos just stood there trying to decipher what inane meant so he could decide whether or not to answer back at James with a snooty remark or a fist to the face. Suddenly, Logan awoke. Again. He looked at the position he was in, which currently was being held by the waist by Carlos, leaning against his body. He reddened and pushed himself off of his friend.

"Eww, dude, gross!"

Carlos was shaken out of his thoughts and looked over at Logan, "Logan? I'm really confused."

"That's a first."

Carlos squinted, "Hey! Is that sarcasm?"

"Who's that?"

Carlos' mouth dropped. He rubbed his face into his hands and looked back at Logan. Logan stared at him and started rubbing his face as well.

"Hey…! Why is my face sore…? And numb at the same time?"

Carlos whistled innocently and rocked back and forth on his feet with his hands behind his back, "We should uh, head back outside before Gusta—I mean, Kelly kills us." Saying that last bit was so foreign to him.

Logan nodded and the two made a break for the front doors of the lobby. They both ran as fast as their legs could carry them and saw James and Kendall standing in the distance. When they reached their destination, Carlos fell forward keeping himself balanced by holding on to his knees and Logan propped up his elbow on Carlos' back as they tried to regulate their breathing.

"Man! Are you guys out of shape!"

James laughed to himself and crossed his arms over his chest. Kelly stepped in front of the two causing Logan to back up and position himself behind Carlos, who was still bent over. Kelly tapped her foot, evidently annoyed to the core, staring daggers into the back of Carlos' head. Carlos saw her foot tapping and felt the daggers being buried into his skull. He slowly lifted his head and as soon as he made contact with the lower layer of Kelly's hair she screamed.

"CARLOS. AS THE LEADER OF THIS GROUP, I'D EXPECT YOU TO BE PREPARED ON TIME MOST OF ALL."

"I'm sorry, WHAT?"

Carlos looked over at Kendall who appeared as though he were about to cry, "Kendall? You're the leader of this group!"

This statement caused all of the five people surrounding him to shout out a "WHAT?"

"D-don't drag me into t-this! I was on time!" Kendall huddled behind James like a beaten little puppy.

"There's no time for this, we're already late! Gustavo! Call the studio; tell them we'll be there in ten minutes! No more, no less! Hurry up! I swear you are the worst producer I have ever had the displeasure to work for." Kelly was in a huge rampage and Carlos would not tear his eyes away from such a horrid sight. He should be rejoicing that Gustavo was finally getting a taste of his own medicine, but it was bittersweet that Kelly was also giving the same third-degree burn to him and the others.

Kelly rolled her eyes as Gustavo fumbled with his phone, dropping it to the floor. She scanned the boys who just watched with blank faces when she took notice, "Logan? What the hell happened to your face?"

Logan caught eyes with her and shrugged, "I don't know."

"Of course you wouldn't," she turned to face Carlos, "what the hell happened to his face?"

Carlos was scared of admitting the truth. If this is how she reacted to him being a late a few minutes, how would she react to knowing he basically slapped his friend silly? So, he came up with the most logical thing he could think of.

"I don't know. Ask Logan."