I think I split my face in two... Honestly! I was smiling so much that I started laughing! Your comments are so sweet, and I love every single one of you! *Sending out virtual hugs to all of my reviewers* MWAH! Seriously though, I'm surprised so many people like my story so far. Now I get excited when I open my email :) Not to mention how many of you who have added my story to your favorites, or suscribed to my story! I'm completely and utterly flattered :D

Hope you like this next chapter, which will contain some dialoug between Carlos and James.

ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I don't own BTR. If I did, the show would be more of a drama than a kids show :D

The car creaked in protest as Carlos shifted around in his seat. He got lucky in the accident and only had minimal bruises. He looked over at James and started pushing his shoulder.

"C'mon James! Wake up! James? Jaaames?" Carlos called out to him, trying to wake him.

James's eyes began to flutter open as he became conscious.

"Wha… Where are— GAH!" His hand brushed against his leg, which he now noticed was at a strange angle. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to ride out the pain. "What's going on? Kendall and Logan?" he questioned Carlos quietly, seeing as Kendall and Logan weren't moving.

"I think our car slid down a hill. It's completely destroyed. You broke your leg, and Kendall and Logan are bleeding. I think we should try to get out of this car before we check though." He pointed out in a hushed tone.

The car creaked again telling the boys that they were no longer safe within the convertible. It shut itself down, unlocking the doors, and loosening its hinges for an easier exit.

Carlos kicked out his door and slid out of the leather seat. His planted his feet on the slippery ground and walked over to the other side of the car. Pulling like a madman, James's door fell off, and James slid himself out of the car, and onto the grass.

"You get Logan, and I'll get Kendall." James called to Carlos, who was already working on opening the driver's door. James crawled to the other side of the car, as his bone was broken at the shin, so he could still use his knees. Though it pained him to do so, he leaned against the side of the car and opened the passenger's door. Kendall nearly toppled on top of James, seeing as he was leaning against the window.

The car quickly assessed the situation and blew out it's front tire, making sure it was easier to move the blonde boy from his seat to the ground.

James jumped a bit when he heard the tire go out. Must've driven over something earlier… he thought to himself. Because of the tires demise, Kendall slid easily from his seat to James's arms, to the soaked grass beneath them.

The grass welcomed the boy's weight on top of it. It folded itself beneath him and made sure that not too much water soaked into his clothing. It hid it's razor sharp edges, and softened itself under the blonde's head, making sure that it was a bit more comfortable.

James slid along the grass to Kendall's side, patting his friend to see if he would awake from unconsciousness.

Carlos had finally gotten Logan out of the car too, putting his hands under his arms and carrying him to where James and Kendall were located. Lying Logan gently down on the plush grass, he walked over to James and sat next to him. They were both physically exhausted, and wanted to rest just a moment before helping their two other friends.

"Where do you think we are?" came a faint whisper from James's mouth.

Honestly? Carlos had no idea. He wasn't even paying attention to where they were going the entire car ride. All he knew was that they were in a ditch, somewhere in L.A. He also knew that if they were going to help Kendall and Logan at all, they should really get some cover.

The moon revealed itself, happy to have finally made it's entrance from behind the murky clouds. It made itself as bright as possible, hoping the boys would get a clue as to where they were, or what was around them.

James looked around. There was a small but dense forest near them, which would be good for cover from the rain. This meant that they were nowhere near the bustling city that the boys had become so accustomed to.

Carlos had gone to the car and had found Logan's bright red emergency first aid box (Logan never went anywhere without it), hoping that it would contain something within it to help everybody's needs.

They had cover, they had medical supplies, and they had the tiniest knowledge of where they were, but what was on their minds was how they're going to get out.

Alrighty, well... This chapter is okay in my opinion. I'm just trying to get used to the feeling of writing dialoug, which I rarely have ever done before (if anyone has any tips on it, contact me!) So, in this chapter I personified the Car, the Grass, and the Moon. It's kinda like Mother Nature's watching over them... Don't start to think that this story is about magical grass and stuff though! It's just showing what is happening from a kinda non-human point of view... Do you get it?

Cause I sure don't! :D Hope you liked this chapter, if not, please tell me why! I'll try not to take it too hard! I mean, I may let a tear or two slip, but besides that... :)

Whatever the aliens say,

TealMoose