Lost In Rome
Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush or anything that is related to the show or anything that is related to real life.
I came up with this story a couple months ago and for a while now I've put it off because I had trouble with the romance, so I started another story called "Take a Chance in Love" asking for help. But after thinking this story over a million times now, I realize that should post it because it has a really good introduction, a possibly understandable story line, and I have the ending too. Just...the process of writing it might take me a long time (sorry).
I'll like to dedicate this to my best fanfic buddy xxxkia who is an AMAZING WRITER because she always helps me with my crappy writing, encourages me to write, and bombards me with her writing which always conflicts with my Jagan feels (I really need new fanfic buddies to talk to...). So thank you xxxkia.
Sorry about the start of this chapter. It took a while for me to realize it's better to tell the story if the ending of the last chapter was placed in chapter two and continue until the end. To apologize, I'll try to finish the rest of chapter three as fast as I can, and upload it for you guys. Thanks for giving this story a chance, and I'm really glad people have story alerted, faved, and reviewed this story.
Happy Reading :)
"HOW IN THE WORLD DID YOU TWO END UP IN ROME!" screams Kendall, his voice echoing in Logan's mind as he pulls the phone away from his ear. Carlos staggers a few steps from the scream as if Kendall will be stepping out the phone any minute. Maybe telling Kendall the truth is not such a good idea.
"Dude, CALM DOWN PLEASE!" Logan reasons, trying to explain to Kendall how they landed in Rome instead of London for the past fifteen minutes, only to have the blond yelling line after line of how stupid they are, not that Logan isn't aware of that.
"HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN MY FIANCE IS ALL THE WAY IN ITALY?" Kendall shrieks follow by a noticeable cracking sound coming from the background. Carlos looks around to see several people staring at them, and he blushes before talking into the phone.
"Honey, are you breaking things?" Carlos asks into the phone.
"Are you expecting me to be sitting down and sipping tea?"
"No, but I didn't think you will break something."
"I didn't, the cup just cracked on its own. The cups here are very fragile."
"Oh Kendall, I'm fine ok? Just calm down and let Logan explain," Carlos says into the phone, and the other line goes quiet.
"You got a minute to explain yourself mister," Kendall mumbles before going quiet again. Logan rolls his eyes, a sigh of relief leaving his mouth.
"Ok so before you yell at me again, one thing is for sure is that Carlos is safe. He is right beside me and in one piece. And my explanation is… Carlos wants to surprise you so he dragged me out of the hospital and we took a plane to London. All I can remember is Carlos whining to buy a makeup kit and we somehow end up running late to board the plane, so we followed one of the flight attendants towards a gateway onto a plane, which turns out to be heading to Rome," Logan replies, when a smack lands on his head.
"Ow! Carlos! What was that for?" Logan asks while rubbing his head.
"You make it seem like it's MY fault," Carlos replies, crossing his arms and puffing his cheeks.
"Well if you didn't insist on surprising Kendall, we wouldn't be in this situation," Logan responds, throwing his hands up and pointing at their surroundings. They are currently standing in the middle of the lobby of Fiumicino Airport, as people from all over the world stroll past them, dragging suitcases and pushing luggage carts.
"What are you looking at?" Logan snaps at a boy who's been staring at them since they set foot at the lobby. The little boy runs off crying for his mother, and several pairs of eyes stare at the two black haired man, disgust and disapproval on their faces as they walk past.
"Logan there is no need to take your anger out on a kid, besides look on the bright side! At least we are safe right?" Carlos grins as he looks around.
"Dude! There is no bright side! You are in Rome! Not England!"
"And that is a bad thing, how? I said we are going on an unforgettable trip, and we are! Besides we are in Europe, how far can London be?"
"You have no idea how far we are, do you?"
"Nope, and it doesn't matter because we are in the right continent."
"Great Carlos, thank you SO much for bringing me to the right continent. Next time, try the right country or even better…the right city," Logan mocks as he tosses the phone to Carlos.
"Hey watch it! That's my husband you are blaming," Kendall warns from the phone. Logan simply ignores Kendall and instead pushes their luggage cart towards a line up for EA Airlines.
"Logan, where are you going?" Carlos calls after Logan, stopping when he reaches the black haired man.
"I'm going to see if there's another flight we can take to London. I'm also going to file a complaint letter against Bob, who brought us here," Logan grunts as he moves up the line.
"Now how is a complain letter going to help? YOU ARE IN ROME!" Kendall yells from the phone once again.
"God dammit! I know where the damn hell I am Kendall! All we can do now is book the next flight to England!"
"Yeah the complain letter can SO get you two to England."
"The chances are slim but maybe it can get us a free ride and possibly the next flight to London. "
"Well you better hurry because the groom is FREAKING OUT HERE!"
"Awwwww…. is my Kenny baby missing his Papi? I was only trying to surprise you."
"Carlitos, if you aren't so cute and silly I would have slapped you by now... Your surprise has nearly given me a heart attack!"
"ROWR... Feisty..."
"CARLOS!"
"Aw Kenny, be nice! Logie is trying his best to bring me to my awesome fiancé who is waiting for me in London, so chill. By the way, I miss you," Carlos coo into the phone.
"I miss you too," Kendall responds as the couple makes kissy noises over the phone. Logan makes a fake gagging noise as he pushes the cart up the line, successfully making Carlos stop kissing his phone and glare at him.
"Anyways, it's our turn to talk to the airline manager, I'll call you back," Carlos replies as he skips towards Logan. They both say their goodbyes to Kendall before walking towards the attendant.
The manager furiously clicks on his keyboard, the sound of the buttons ticking away, as he searches through Logan and Carlos' flight records. The plump man nervously wipes a drip of sweat off his forehead, as he rapidly presses the delete button, a confuse expression on his face.
"Have you found him yet?" Logan asks, his fingers tapping the counter in an irritating rhythm.
"I'm sorry Mr. Mitchell but it clear states here that we don't have a worker named Bob Matters," the manager states as he pushes his glasses upwards.
"That is impossible! Check again," Logan demands, annoyance climbing around his body at every tick of the second. The manager doesn't move, and Logan slams his hand on the counter, glaring at the man.
"B-but sir, I've checked ten times now, and there is no record of this so called Bob you or Mr. Garcia claims to have escorted you on the wrong plane," the man squeaks, unable to maintain calm anymore.
"Carlos, say something!" Logan hisses turning around to look at the Latino. The Latino looks at Logan with a blank expression. Logan sighs before pinching the bridge of his nose. Never count on Carlos to back him up on another argument again.
"Fine, then check Mr. Garcias' account and see if we booked a flight for two heading to London, England," he says, tapping his fingers as he waits for the manager to scan through his records and pull up Carlos' file onto his computer screen. The manager hesitantly pushes his glasses upwards again when he sees that Logan and Carlos are indeed supposed to be in London instead of Rome.
"Sir, I have no idea how –,"
"It doesn't matter does it? It clearly states that we are suppose to be heading to London, so what are you planning to do with us?" Logan asks; satisfy with the fact that he is not the fault for this mess.
"Sir, I am terribly sorry about your predicament, but I honestly don't know how –,"
"I told you – Bob Matters, but since you can't find him, then it's your problem now. So fix it," Logan demands, his eyes glaring at the manager. A chill crawls up the manager's spine as he looks at Logan's cold stare, not daring to look away.
"Logan, be nice," Carlos whispers; afraid that any sudden movements equal a death sentence from the death stare Logan is giving off.
"So are you going to fix my problem or not?" Logan slams the counter with his hand, ignoring Carlos' whimper.
"I – I can get you a flight to London! Free of charge," the plump man squeaks, his eyes slightly rolling as if he is about to faint, all thanks to Logan's outrage.
"So there are flights leaving for London today! Yay! Problem solved," Carlos beams, placing a reassuring hand on manager's shoulder. The manager forces a smile towards Carlos before quickly returning to his computer screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard, locating the earliest flight to London. The man's face lights up when he finds two empty seats, but quickly turns dark when he realizes the flight's date.
"I…I'm sorry Mr. Garcia, but all flights are booked full for England in the next few days... The earliest I have is a week from today," the manager replies, his eyes slowly moving towards Logan before darting back to Carlos.
"Even first class is full?"
"Yes sir. Apparently world famous actor Kendall Knight is going to get married in England this week! He being the son of the Duke of Cambridge and the fact that no one knows who the bride is has gotten everyone to fly to London to see the wedding ceremony. That's why all the flights are booked full until next week because everyone and I mean EVERYONE is planning to go there to see this mysterious bride of his. You know, if I didn't have this job I will so fly there to see the wedding..." the manager trails off, excitement in his voice. Carlos beams when he hears Kendall's name, proud to be marrying such a wonderful man.
"Yeah, that's great. Really happy for him, except the part where the other half is here," Logan snickers under his breath, glancing at Carlos, who immediately glares back.
"You aren't supposed to tell anyone," Carlos mouths back, and Logan smirks as he hands the manager their passports.
"Book us the earliest flight to England first class,"
"Alright," the manager smiles back as he takes the passport and arranges the flight. Once he is finished, he turns towards the printer to grab the two tickets and hands the passports and the tickets to Logan.
"I'm sorry about what happened Mr. Mitchell, but I arrange your flight to be a week from now," the plump manager says as he points to the words LONDON ENGLAND and the date, "Have a nice stay and a safe flight, Mr. Mitchell." Logan nods and grabs the papers, putting them into his bag before pushing his cart away from the counter.
"Well?" Carlos calls, running to catch up to Logan.
"I'm not talking to you."
"You just did."
"Carlos, just leave me alone."
"Logan, how can I leave you alone when all you've got is me?" Carlos pouts, running his hand up and down Logan's back in a way to smooth out the black haired man's rage.
"Carlos, stop touching me! This is YOUR entire fault! If you didn't insist on travelling to surprise Kendall and stick with the plan in traveling to London when Kendall asks us too, we wouldn't be here!" Logan blames, pressing his finger into Carlos' chest as the earlier anger rises in him again.
"Oh yeah? Well you could have said no!" Carlos retorts, his voice rising.
"You're the one that said: 'Logan, relax I can handle this. Take some risks Logie!'" Logan says while pretending to be the enthusiastic Carlos.
"Well you should know by now that I shouldn't be handling important things, and you always fix the problem! Besides, I might be missing my wedding because of this!" Carlos cries, tears pouring out instantly.
"Ah Carlos! Please stop crying, I didn't mean to... Please, don't cry. I'm sorry," Logan says, panicking as he tries to calm Carlos down.
"I accept your apology," Carlos replies, sniffing a few times before smiling again as he wipes a tear away.
"Oh, you and your acting!" Logan says as he curses Kendall under his breath. Stupid Kendall. Of all the things he can teach Carlos, he had to teach Carlos how to cry, and god damnit, Carlos has master the skill.
"You know you love me," Carlos responds, lightly shoving Logan before walking towards the exit.
"I do, but you can't blame me for being mad. I had to yell at the poor agent in order to get us a plane ride back, when obviously there is no Bob Matters."
"There's no Bob Matters?" Logan swallows a sigh and refrain himself from rolling his eyes before reply.
"I was being sarcastic, someone wants us in Rome, but who can it be?"
"I don't care, I miss Kendall."
"Ah man, I'm sorry buddy, but we can't do anything about it. Oh gosh, Kendall isn't going to like this..." Logan says worriedly as he hugs Carlos.
"Yeah I know…" Carlos replies as he and Logan walk out of the airport. Logan looks around, sighing when he notices that the airport is way outside of the city of Rome.
"I'm going to find us a taxi, and see if the taxi driver can drive us to a hotel. Why don't you call Kendall?" Logan says, walking off.
"Ok, I'll stay here!" Carlos calls as he watches Logan head towards the taxi area. When he is sure Logan is busy finding a taxi, Carlos takes out his phone and dials a number.
"Hello? Kendall?"
"Hey beautiful, how did it go?"
"Smoothly. We have to stay for a week. You think you can get things working in a week?"
"Pretty sure. William already told me everything is under control."
"Great, thumbs up for William being a wonderful Bob Matters."
"I'll tell him, but really I can't wait to see how things turn out. This plan has got to be the most complex one I've ever thought of."
"I'm surprised it worked out."
"Hey, have faith in my plans."
"I do love, just sometimes things get in the way of your plans. Remember last Christmas? Plan Count down?"
"Oh yeah… I wonder if the farmer found all his chickens back yet…"
Carlos chuckles as he recalls last year's Christmas, how it turned out all feathery nice.
"Anyways, Logan's coming back, I'll talk to you later."
"Alright, bye, love you."
"Love you too," and Carlos hangs up, walking towards Logan.
"Hey Carlos, there are empty taxis over there, let's grab one and get going," Logan huffs as he pushes their luggage cart towards a stationary car. The taxi driver rolls the window down and waves at them, and Carlos beams as he bounces over towards the car so he can chat with the driver.
"Hey can you give us a ride to the city center?" Carlos asks, flashing a bright smile on his face.
"Cosa?" the driver responds with a confused look.
"Can. You. Drive. Us. To. Rome." Carlos punctuates each word when he realises the driver doesn't understand English.
"Roma? Siamo a Roma! Che cosa stai parlando?"
"Here, let me talk to him Carlos," Logan says once he reaches the car with the cart.
"Si prega di hotel?" Logan asks the driver, and the driver smiles, nodding in understanding as he gets out of the taxi and opens the trunk door. He helps them load their luggage into the trunk while Logan and Carlos step into the taxi, making sure they are comfortable inside.
"I didn't know you can speak Italian. When did you learn it?" Carlos asks, quirking his eyebrow.
"I picked up a few words during my first year of university. Remember I was into European history back then before I chose to become a doctor,"
"Oh yeah, before he came along and swept you away to no fun land."
"Carlos, please."
"Logan, it's been years now and you still can't talk about him?"
Logan rather look out the window to watch the driver make his way into the car than answer Carlos' question. Carlos looks out the other window too, knowing he just crossed some unwanted boundaries.
"Comodo?" the driver sudden asks, and the tension between Logan and Carlos seems to melt a bit.
"Si, grazie."
"Va Bene! Andiamo!" the driver shouts with glee, steering out of the parking spot and speeding into the highway, heading towards the center of Rome, Italy.
"Oh my gosh! Logan! Look, there! You see that? I want to go there! Let's get out now!" Carlos screams, eyes wide with excitement as he stares out the window seeing beeping taxis, zooming Vespas, people running, yelling, laughing.
The taxi slowly passes restaurants filled with pizza, pasta and little cafes, and streets with shops selling various things that range from luxurious brand names to simple local ones. Both of them watch with awe as the driver explains where they are and what they are seeing. The problem is that neither of them understands the driver, Logan only picking up the words busy, shopping, fun, but the driver seems to be enjoying himself as a local tour guide, so neither man stops the driver's babbling.
"Oh my gosh! Logan I want to go there! Can we stop the taxi? I want to walk inside that little shop!"
"No Carlos! We can go later! First we need to find ourselves a hotel! I wonder if there's any room for us seeing it is the summer now," Logan trails off, biting his lower lip as he moves back and forth trying to locate a building that is possibly a hotel.
"Dude! This is ROME! The city of LOVE! You know it's time for you to find someone... You've been busy with work all the time that you don't even know how to have fun anymore! Take some risk man!" Carlos says, smacking Logan's arm as he points at another statue.
"Ow! Dude! The city of love is Paris! This is ROME! And I do know how to have fun!" Logan whines, rubbing his arm.
"Oh yeah?" Carlos questions, a smirk forming on his face.
"YEAH!" Logan retorts. There should be no doubt that he is a fun, risk taking person, even if it's Carlos he is standing up against.
"STOP!" Carlos yells, causing the driver to brake abruptly.
"Carlos what are you doing!" Logan shouts, his eyes wide with fright as they stop in the middle of the road, traffic all around them. Carlos ignores Logan and hands the driver some money before getting out.
"Wait! Carlos NO! We can't get off here! We have no idea where we are or where the hotel is! Get back in here and let the driver drive us to the hotel!" Logan reasons through the window as Carlos walks to the trunk and starts getting his luggage.
"Carlos!" Logan screams in frustration and he gets out of the car just in time when Carlos slams the trunk door close and the driver zooms away, waving a goodbye through an open window.
"Alright! Now let's find ourselves a hotel," Carlos says as he grabs Logan's suitcase and walks away from the shocked man.
"Carlos! Where are you going? We don't even know where we are and where the hotel is!" Logan screams after him watching the other man run off with his suitcase, his tiny body disappearing into the bustling crowd. He pouts, looking around for a monument or some historically big land mark to start his search, somewhere he can recognize and return to if he gets lost.
He looks around and finds that he is in standing a couple meters away from an enormous fountain, which he recognizes as the famous Trevi fountain. He slowly heaves two duffel bag straps over his shoulder while his hands reach for the other four suitcases and hand bags, and then realizes that he can't take the makeup kit since his hands are full.
"Stupid Carlos and his stupid makeup kit," he grunts as he bends down to chew on the handle of the kit, and then making his way towards the fountain and finding a clear space in between a couple and a family of Asian tourists. He lets everything drop onto the ground, not caring that the makeup kit got a scratch on its side.
"Serves you right," Logan huffs as he wipes some sweat off his forehead, the burning sun shining brightly on top of his head, making more sweat trail down his pale skin, dripping down his cheek. He furrows his eyebrows as his eyes squint together so he can make out everyone's faces. He looks around for Carlos, but doesn't see the bubbly man running around with hissuitcase.
He gets up on his tippy toes and looks left and right, up and down, but the small Latino just doesn't seem to want to appear in the brunette's eyes. He sighs again, deciding to patiently wait for the Latino to give up and turn around to look for him instead. At least he can rub it in the Latino's face that he isn't the one that got lost. He looks one more time before sitting down, frustration getting to him and he kicks the makeup kit, which slides over a few centimetres, into someone's path. The person unknowingly trips over it, staggering a bit as he tries to keep his balance.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I was frustrated and I kicked the kit. I didn't mean to... "Logan babbles as he stands up to give the staggering man a hand. The man grabs Logan's arm instead, balancing himself on his feet.
"I'm fine," the man replies, flashing Logan a sweet smile before his bushy eyebrows rise over his sunglasses and the man runs off.
"You – You are – Wait! Don't go!" Logan calls after him, running through the crowd as he tries to catch the man, but the tall blond has disappeared into the busy streets of Rome.
"Kendall?" Logan mumbles before he staggers back to his original place. He sits down, a perplex look on his face as he tries to remember the man's face. The sun had been glaring at him at the moment, and the man's eyes were covered by a pair of shades, but there was some sort of familiarity that Logan cannot shrug the feeling off. Logan sits down at the edge of the fountain, his mind wander over the feeling again and again, trying to figure out who is the blond is. Maybe I'm losing it. That can't be him; Kendall is in London getting ready for the wedding. There is no way he is here.
As the sun starts to set down, the people around the fountain and the streets start to disperse and are dying down, Logan realises that it is late and Carlos is still missing, and Logan starts to panic. He starts pacing around trying to find Carlos, smiling when he sees someone that might be Carlos, depress when he finds out the person isn't Carlos, and standing on his tippy toes trying to look further away. After a couple minutes, he staggers a bit, his legs giving in, as he tries to keep his balance as he twirls around finding the Latino.
"Carlos!" Logan screams, and a couple of heads turn to look at him, and he blushes. Maybe that isn't a good idea. He scrambles onto the edge of the fountain, shaking a bit as he stands up on it, slowly turning around to see the streets hoping to find a confused and lost man.
"LOGAN," a voice screams from his right and he whirls around to see the bouncing Latino rushing towards him.
"Buddy! You're back! Where did you go? AH!" Logan babbles as he jumps down and running to meet Carlos, who launches himself onto Logan, who 's hands reaching up to hold Carlos in a koala style.
"Logan! So glad to see you! Where did you go?" Carlos beams bouncing in Logan's hold and legs swinging about, causing the brunette to stagger around trying to find his balance.
"Carlos, I love you and I'm glad you are back, but can you get off me?" Logan whines and Carlos chuckles, dangling his legs a few times before hopping down onto the ground.
"Logie! Logie! Logie! I met someone who speaks fluent English and I want to introduce you to him!"
"Yeah? Who is it and where is he?" Logan replies, wrapping an arm around Carlos' shoulder and steering him towards their suitcases.
"Name's James, and I asked him to find – "
"Hey! You! Stop!" Logan suddenly shouts, and he rushes towards another man whose hands are reaching out to grab Carlos' makeup kit. Logan swiftly pushes the man away, the man yelping as he staggers towards Carlos' suitcases, making them topple over like dominos. The man's arms fly out trying to find his balance, but he trips over his feet and topple over Carlo's suitcases, his head surging over the edge of the fountain heading straight into the water. Screams break out everywhere as water droplets splash everywhere, hitting everyone that is within meters around.
"That was close, Carlos. He could have stolen your – "
"Oh my god! James? James! Oh my god, did we kill him?" Carlos screams, as he runs to the fountain to see a man sitting inside it.
"J – James?" Logan cries as he drops the makeup kit onto the ground. He sees everyone staring at his direction with a pair of shocked eyes, some at him, some at the fountain, and some at the person sitting in the fountain.
"Oh god, what have I done?" Logan breathes before looking over the fountain.