Here's a semi angsty chapter for y'all! (Complete with bromance at the end!)

Enjoy!


"After my dreaming. I woke with this fear. What am I leaving when I'm done here?" Leave Out All the Rest by Linkin Park


Everyone learned something knew at the party. Big Time Rush learned that Griffin wanted a new song recorded with Amirah, which they were all excited about. Carlos learned that Stephanie had won an award for a movie she had recently filmed. James learned that models from the JJC agency were all equally over emotional and violent. He learned that the hard way when he tried to flirt with two of Natasha's friends. Logan learned that Camille got the part for an action movie she had been praying for. Kendall and Katie learned that their mother had had made dinner plans with Nathan, who happened to work with Griffin.

So overall, everything was going well.

Another thing they learned was that Gustavo had forced Kelly to move in with him for the time being. The boys could tell that Gustavo was nervous about leaving Kelly by herself with everything going on in LA. Of course, when Gustavo asked Kelly to move into his mansion, his reason was that he "couldn't afford to look for a new associate when you die."

Gustavo gave Amirah the option of having Freight Train as protection, so that anytime she had a late night at the studio, Freight Train would make sure she got home okay. It took her a while, but her friends Kendall, James, Carlos, and Logan finally convinced her to let Freight Train keep watch over her when she needed it. Sure, Freight Train was Black...

...But who would want to try to attack Freight Train?

Freight Train was extremely nice. They all loved him, and he loved all of them. Underneath the size and the tough look, Freight Train was one big teddy bear. But when someone needed saving, that teddy bear was gone, replaced by a beast.

The boys were at the pool when they noticed something strange. Something a little too strange.

There were only two Jennifers.

James stood up from his lawn chair in panic. "Hey," he called out to the girls. "Where's curly-haired Jennifer?"

Blonde Jennifer gave James an insulting look before answering his question. "She's with her family in Beverly Hills." She sighed. "Her parents were afraid for her life after hearing what's been going on around here...if you know what I mean..."

"When is she coming back?" James asked.

Brunette Jennifer shrugged. "Once this whole thing cools down, I guess. Did you know she received a threat?"

The boys' eyes widened.

"No way," Logan said. A threat? How did that even happen? "She's lucky. At least it was just a threat." He didn't mean to sound insensitive, but threats seemed way better compared to a full blown attack, leading to death.

Blonde Jennifer had an offended look on her face, but when Logan's words settled into her mind, she visibly relaxed. He was right. Jennifer wasn't dead. She was just gone, and it was temporary. The two Jennifers began walking away, leaving the boys alone.

Carlos jumped in his seat. "Do you think Stephanie and Amirah will have to move away?"

"And go where?" Stephanie said as her, Camille, and Amirah walked up to the four boys.

Logan, Carlos, and Kendall stood up. Kendall spoke up. "With everything going on over here, have any of your parents talked about...leaving LA for a while?"

Stephanie and Amirah shook their heads. "We know it seems like a good idea to get away for a while," Stephanie began. "But we have way too much to lose if we just up and leave."

The boys stayed quiet after hearing Stephanie's comment. Those girls were very dedicated to what they do and they DID have a lot to lose if they left LA, even for just a little bit.

The boys all had different thoughts flowing through their heads, but there was one thought crossing their heads at the same time.

We have way too much to lose if we lose one of you.


It was all getting to Carlos. His friends could tell. The person who could tell the most was James. Not only was he closest to Carlos, but they also shared a room, so whenever Carlos had a nightmare, James always knew.

Such as tonight.

James didn't know why he woke up. His eyes literally shot open. He turned his head to look at the digital clock at his bedside. The bright red numbers burned his eyes as he learned that the time was 2:53AM. Why would James wake up this late on a Friday night. Nay, this early on a Saturday morning?

James stretched his long limbs, pushing the previous question out of his mind. He instead attempted to fall back asleep, but the quiet was interrupted by strange noises coming from the other side of the room. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and saw that Carlos' sheets were on the floor and he was tossing in turning, his pillow dangerously close to the edge of the bed.

James forgets about his sleep as he rushes over to Carlos' bed side. He saves the pillow, laying it at the end of the bed, before sitting next to Carlos' and grabbing his shoulders, trying to wake the smaller boy up. "Carlos! Wake up! It's just a nightmare!" He gently shakes him and terrified brown eyes open wide to meet worried hazel ones. Carlos' breathing is rapid at first before it starts to slow down as realization hits his sleepy mind.

James helped Carlos sit up in bed. He could see his Latino friend shaking, so James pulled him into a hug. "Do you wanna talk about it?" James finally asked.

Carlos shook his head. "You should go back to sleep. I know you're really tired. Sorry for waking you."

"That's bull," James responded. "I was already awake anyway." He held Carlos a little tighter. "Tell me what it was about," he demanded, but in a nice way.

Carlos sighed, knowing that James wasn't going to leave this alone. "I-I'm not really sure," he said truthfully. "Three guys came and attacked me. Th-they were hitting me, calling me really mean names, making fun of me because I'm Hispanic. They told me I was worthless. One of them said that just because I hang out with three white guys doesn't make me white also. They wouldn't stop hitting me," Carlos added as he started sobbing. "James?" he asked, receiving a hum from his bigger friend. "D-do you think that I'm worthless because I'm not white?"

James was quick in shaking his head. "No. Of course not, buddy. I don't care about where you're from. You're one of the nicest people I've ever met, Carlos. You so fun and full of energy. You put a smile on everybody's face. That's why I hang with you. You're not worthless. If anything, you're worth everything to me." James chuckled. "You know, I've always been really jealous of you."

Carlos raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Because," James answered. "You speak two languages fluently. I've always thought that was really cool. You have an amazing tan, something I had to work hard to get. But you got one naturally. That's so not fair."

Carlos smiled. "So...you think I'm cool...you know...being Hispanic? You're not ashamed of that?"

"I'm not ashamed of that," James said. "If anything, I'm proud of it. And you should be too."

"Th-thanks James," Carlos said as he wiped stray tears from his face.

"Get some sleep, okay Carlitos?" James said as he slowly unwrapped himself from Carlos. "I'll be right here if you need me."

Carlos nodded wordlessly. When James began making his way to his own bed, Carlos laid back down and covered himself with his blankets. James' words rang in the smaller boy's head. He loved what James had said and was extremely grateful to hear all that.

So why did Carlos still doubt his worth?


This was short. I know...But didja like it?