A/N: So here's the second chapter. Thank you to everyone who is reading this. I know this is super short, but i promise the next chapter will be longer. I have been reading MyHeroRaven's Love Each Day, and I have to say it's really good! Defiantly check it out! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and please review with thoughts and suggestions :)
OH! And this is in Kendalls POV.
I look into Carlos' eyes. His eyes were darker than they normally were. The hazel was browner, less green. Carlos looks anxious and nervous which makes me wonder if I really want to hear what he has to say. "Kendall...I need help. I need your help." Carlos' eyes fill with tears. "Save me Kendall. Save me please!" A few tears roll down the Latino boys cheeks.
"Save you? Save you from what Carlos?" I'm getting worried now. The guy I'm secretly in love with is crying right in front of me, begging me to save him and I have no clue what he's talking about.
"Save me from myself! Stop me from doing this!" Carlos holds his arms out to me. I don't know what I'm looking at. My eyes widened as they fall upon the cuts on his wrist. "C-c-carlos?" I can't say anything else. Why didn't he say something sooner? I take a few deep breaths. "What? I know you wouldn't do this on...purpose." I whisper the last word. I can't believe he would intentionally cut himself. No. Not Carlos.
"I would and I did. You don't know me Kendall. You don't know what I am capable of." All of a sudden he was angry. "You don't know the real me, nobody does!" he started crying all over again. And what do I do? Just stare at him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have woken you up." Carlos stands up and starts walking away from me.
"No Carlos. I want to help you. Let me help you. Tell me how I can get to know the real you." I take his hand between mine making sure not to touch his wrist. He visibly goes ridged. He pulls his hand away.
"First off...I'm gay." I can see how hard it is for him to admit this. I just nod too happy that the person I secretly love is gay. "I cut myself. I'm bipolar. I'm an asshole. I cuss a lot. I think bad thoughts, about myself mostly. Fake Carlos is my getaway." I kind of give him a confused look at the last sentence. "The Carlos everyone knows. The happy one. I call him Fake Carlos. He's the opposite of me." he informs me before sighing.
"Well let's go see a doctor tomorrow, maybe he can help." I suggest. He glares at me.
"I'm not fucking crazy Kendall!" he's getting mad all over again. I don't get it one minute, he's fine and the next... Oh, he's bipolar.
"I'm sorry Carlos. I didn't mean to call you crazy. I just meant that maybe he could help more than I can." I say this as sweetly as possible, hoping that he would just calm down.
"No Kendall. No one can help me. No one but you." I look up into his eyes and something mixes in with the fear and anger already there. He starts fidgeting. Maybe he's said too much?
"I want to help you Carlos, I love you." Holy fuck. Did I just say that out loud? I'm freaking out now. What if he doesn't take it well? What if he hates me?
"I- uh...um…I-…I love you too." he whispers so quietly I can hardly hear it, but I do. I slowly lean forward, closer and closer to his face. Our lips touch ever so softly. It feels wonderful, but it's not enough. I need more. I start to kiss him, moving my lips against his still ones. All of a sudden he pulls back. "Kendall? What are you doing?" his voice is small and childlike.
"I-um..." I have no idea what to say. What am I supposed to say to this...this Fake Carlos?
"I- Wow. I can't believe you were just kissing me. Um.. Please stay away from me." he gets up and walks out the bedroom door. I don't get it. I know bipolar people switch in seconds, but I've never seen Carlos do it before. I've never seen my best friend act like the alternate persona that was begging me for help. The one that loved me. I don't know what to do. One thing keeps running through my mind over and over. 'What the hell just happened?'
