Hello again good people! Well do enjoy this chapter and tell me what you think about it! Also which is better...? Cheese or Corndogs? And I'm so clumsy to reveal the guy's name on my first chapter, very sorry x( Well enough babbling, onwards!
Who is he...?
The Latino stare at his favorite dish in front of him, corndogs smeared with cheese and mustard on a plate he likes a lot. But for some reason, even with the devouring look the tasty food in front of him offer in a glance, his mind wanders off in the abyss that is his head, thinking of the boy he saw at the house. It was disturbingly unreal, he seems to remember him. Or known him for a long time. It was really strange...
Is he someone important?
But that can't be, he has his family, friends and not to mention his three best friends in the whole world. But his heart seems to avert that thinking and focus on the guy.
"Mijo, Logan is here!" said the voice belonged to his mother. Carlos nodded at this, eating at the corndogs before he suspects him. Logan is a mind reader after all, not just that a glimpse of someone's eyes can let him read you like an open book.
Logan soon emerge from the kitchen door after thanking Mrs. Garcia for welcoming him inside with a smile. He took a seat beside Carlos and watch him eating the food, its always been like this. He never wanted to disturb the guy when he's eating and just watching him eat is amusing as it is. He smiled yet part of him want to look away when Carlos practically swallow the whole meal in less than ten seconds. "So... are you done?" Logan ask quietly.
"Done!" Carlos happily whistle a tune while rolling his sleeves to wash the dishes. Logan just stare at his happy friend, often thinking how can someone who is optimistic and carefree such as him exist in this world. Well, for someone as pessimistic and logical as him can't understand those of repelling factor. Yet the two of them are close.
"That's great then 'Los, why don't we head on for studying?" Logan lift himself up to push the chair back to the table, walking towards the living and room, eyeing his friend who seems to take his time washing the dishes, his eyes seems to be in a trance as he rub the plate for the millionth time with the sponge. "Uh... Carlos buddy?" with it the Latino immediately snapped out of his thoughts, staring at Logan before smiling and putting the clean dishes inside their respective cupboards.
"You're acting awfully strange today. What's up?" the question left the Latino thinking. He can't avoid it, Logan will be able to sniff it out sooner or later.
"I just thought about the new neighbor. I wanna know if he likes corndogs too!" Carlos heaved a sigh of relief internally when Logan just raised an eyebrow and slap his back softly.
"Of course he will, who would say no to corndogs?"
"Dogs of course." the both of them burst in a fit of laughter as they head towards Carlos's room.
Carlos's room is slightly messy, well mostly his bed. But the thing is, he always liked hanging out in Carlos's house than the rest. He never told the other two but maybe because the Latino's house is practically warm and Logan's house is just cold from the absence of his parent from working. In Carlos's house, he felt the warmth like he is part of the Garcia family and he really needed that feeling, he really does.
"Sorry I didn't clean the room yet." Carlos scratched the back of his neck, staring down, embarrassed by it. Logan had always been the most strict person especially in daily maintenance. It somehow may related to his assumed OCD.
"It's alright. C'mon open your book, we're gonna do the homework Mrs. Jenny gave today." Logan unzips and ruffling with his items inside his black with red linings backpack. Carlos nods to this before the two eventually sat down with books open on Carlos's study desk.
Carlos mind wanders off from the paper written with equations and other mathematical symbols scribbling on it by Logan. Time became little importance towards him as he wanders in his own mind about that boy. It triggers him greatly. Someone like him maybe once played a role in his life. Maybe, or their lives. Maybe even Logan and the rest would know. But that would be silly won't it? Asking Logan may have half a chance for the smarter boy to reply "No" or "Focus on studying 'Los".
He tried his hardest to remember, using the time around him as a clock that ticks far beyond his own comprehension and finally in his own memories. He remembered in kindergarten he befriended James, Kendall and finally Logan. He remembered the four of them hanging out. He remembered everything BUT the guy. Something seems off. He couldn't focus at all. Even by relieving his memories, he can't remember.
But he then realized; why is he trying to remember him? What importance does he have in his life to be consider someone in-between remembrance? Was he a close friend? A relative? A long lost friend? Or someone who have the same face or someone. He may have watch too many time-related movies but still the thoughts inside of him remain true. There is something fishy about this.
"And with it, you can move the x to the other side of the equal and-" Logan noticed his friend staring blankly at the paper right in front of him. His pupils wasn't showing any signs of presence and came to a conclusion he wasn't paying attention and drifted to his own world of corndogs and sweets. He shook his head before slamming the table mischievously, chuckling when he saw the Latino coughed out, staring at Logan wide eyed for a second.
"You're thinking about him aren't ya?" Carlos had to hand it to Logan for guessing it. But he wondered how he get it right...
"How did you know?" he asked his smart friend, wide-eyed.
"We were thinking about him too. He kinda seem familiar don't you think so?" Logan scribbled on the paper with equations, responding at Carlos.
"We?" Carlos questions the word.
"Me and Kendall. After we dragged you home, we thought about that guy. Then again he doesn't seem that familiar but we just had a feeling we know him for some reason." he paused. "Weird huh? For someone logical as me to think about it. Maybe Deja' Vu?"
Carlos giggled at this, hearing this from Logan really made him happy that he's not the only one with the same thought in his mind. Curiosity sure hit him like a truck but he was glad he had someone to understand that feeling.
"But don't worry 'Los. Kendall said we will visit the new resident so we can figure it out. Who knows he might be an old friend or something." Logan smile at this before resuming his work on the table. Carlos nods at this before grabbing his pen to write down the answers.
Waiting won't be that bad right?
A/N: I'm sorry for this chapter it's kinda Carlos-centric about the new guy! Oh and I apologies for updating slow. Don't worry I will try and upload fast. I have a lot in plan for this. Don't forget to read my one shot fic 'Touch of Home' which is kinda a sequel but prequel Cargan bromance of this story. You won't regret it~ Do review! It keeps me going and help me repair myself well. Thank you. #TheOneWhoWrite