A/N: Hey, guys! I'm back! I'm sorry I haven't updated this lately. I've been in a slump. This chapter focuses on Carlos, and you get to learn what the hell is wrong with James. This chapter starts where chapter two left off, only in a different point of view. I think I may be pushing it with certain parts of this chapter, but this story isn't slash. Thanks to everyone who has been reviewing! I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. Wherever You Are is from Winnie the Pooh, My Immortal is by Evanescene, and although I would love to own them, Big Time Rush belongs to Scott Fellows.

My Immortal

"If you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave. Your presence still lingers here, and it won't leave me alone."

Carlos's POV

Through my tears, I was able to make out James storming out of the living room. I heard his door slam shut seconds later, and the noise made me cling to Kendall even tighter. What had I done to make James so angry? I had never seen any of my friends act like that before. I never thought that James would be the one to break down. He and Kendall were the strong ones. They were supposed to work together and make everything better, not fight with each other and separate us. I guess this just proves that Logan really was the only one who could keep us together. Without him, we weren't complete. Were the three of us even friends? What did we have in common besides Logan?

Hockey?

Singing?

None of that was the same without Logan.

I hadn't even realized that Kendall had moved us to the couch until I heard him speak and was forced to look up.

"I'll be right back, okay? Just sit tight."

Before he could stand, I grabbed his arm. "Where are you going? You're not going to go talk to James, are you?"

I knew Kendall was mad at James, but I didn't want him going in there and starting a fight. James and Kendall were both mad enough without the other pushing their buttons. I couldn't let Kendall tear us apart even more.

"Don't worry. I won't start a fight. I just want to talk to him, see what's going on in his head."

As furious as Kendall was, he still managed to keep his anger under control. I could tell he was just doing it to convince me and the moment he was alone with James he would surely burst, but I couldn't help but feel thankful that my friend had yet to let his anger get the better of him.

"Please don't go in there and start anything with him, Kenny. He's upset; we all are. Once he cools down, he'll apologize for everything. Besides, I must have done something to make James so mad at me. He wouldn't act like this without a good reason."

What? Why was I sticking up for him? James had gone from my best friend to my worst enemy in the course of one night, and I was protecting him from Kendall. Why?

"Carlos, he can be mad all he wants, but he had no right to say those things to you. I won't start a fight, but I'm going to talk to him."

Before I could protest, Kendall left the room.

I was alone.

No Kendall.

No James.

No Logan.

The only difference was that Logan wasn't coming back.

I heard the door to Kendall and James's room slam shut for the second time that night. If I knew Kendall, he wasn't going to go easy on James. I was right. I could already hear Kendall shouting. I listened, and each word that was said caused another tear to roll down my face. I hated hearing them fight. It wasn't often that they did fight, but when they did, it was serious. I always counted on Logan to help me through it. He would hold me in his arms and whisper that everything would be okay. In the morning, it always was okay. I would wake up to James against my back and Kendall's face peering over Logan's head. James and Kendall would have their fingers laced together over mine and Logan's sleeping bodies. It was their way of letting us know that they made up and that they were sorry. They never verbally apologized, but they didn't have to. Actions speak louder than words. At least, that's what Logan always told me.

"Shut up!"

The voice scared me, and I yelped slightly. It was James. I cried even harder. What did Kendall do? I knew it wouldn't work, but my mind was still screaming at him, 'You're the leader, Kendall! Fix us!' Even though I wasn't the smartest person when it came to school and learning, I was a genius when it came to my friends. I knew them inside and out, and I knew there was no hope in Kendall fixing this mess. If anything, he just made it worse.

It seemed like hours had passed before Kendall finally emerged from his and James's room, but I could tell that something was different. He didn't come back to me. In fact, he didn't even notice I was there. He went into Katie's room and didn't come back out. I guess he's not sleeping with me tonight, which meant James wouldn't either. Logan wasn't going to be with me either. I would be alone again.

I decided to figure this out myself. It was obvious Kendall's temper got the better of him and had only made things worse. I made my way to James's door and knocked softly.

"Carlos?"

"Yeah. James, can we talk? Please? It will only take a minute."

He opened the door for me, and I could see the anger still shining in his hazel eyes. I looked around the room, avoiding the angry orbs. Nothing seemed to be out of place. Kendall and James tended to get violent when they were angry, but neither of them had gone so far as to tear the room apart. I was pleasantly surprised, but James was getting impatient.

"I thought you wanted to talk, Carlos."

I finally made eye contact with James. "Yeah, I do." I hesitated. I didn't want to make him angry, but I guess he was going to be mad no matter what I said. "I know Kendall already asked, but I need to know. Why did you do that to me? Whatever I did, I'm sorry. I just want to know what I did wrong." I searched his eyes. Logan always said that a person's eyes are the window to their soul. Based on James's eyes, his soul was cold and heartless. Something had changed. He wasn't our Jamie.

There were tears in James's eyes, but he still managed to look intimidating. I just wanted to know what I did to make his act like this. His resolve was slowly faltering. It took me a minute to realize that James was crying. He sat down on his bed and looked back up at me. His eyes still lacked the warmth of a friend, but he wasn't as angry as before. That was a good thing.

James said something, but he was talking so low I couldn't hear him. "What did you say, James?"

"You killed Logan!" The hatred in his voice surprised me. The words surprised me even more. "He'd still be here if it weren't for you."

He blamed me for Logan's death?

"What?" My voice was so soft that I could barely recognize it.

"Don't be stupid, Carlos! Logan was out there in that storm looking for us."

"It was a wreck. How's that my fault?"

We got lost on our way to get smoothies. It was an innocent mistake. I got scared and ran off in the wrong direction. We didn't know where we were at the time, so we didn't know anywhere we could go until the storm passed over. Neither of us had our cell phones, so we couldn't call Kendall and Logan. We were forced to wait out the storm in an abandoned alley. While we were there, we got attacked. Well, James got attacked. Two drug dealers, I assumed, saw us, and my size made me their automatic target. That and the fact that I was Mexican. They never got to me because James stopped them. James protected me and got himself hurt while doing it. He was wearing sweatpants right now, so I couldn't see the full extent of what those guys had done to my friend, but I knew they did damage to his left leg. He was limping the whole way home, and when his leg gave out, I was there to catch him. I was also the reason he got hurt. I was supposed to be the victim, not James. I became so scared during the thunderstorm that I had gotten the two of us lost. James just ran after me; I'm the one who got us lost. James was right. I killed Logan.

I didn't notice I was falling until I felt a pair of strong arms catch me. I knew it was James. His tanned arms were supporting me by my waist, and I could smell the Cuda products he wore. We sank to the floor, and I leaned against his chest and cried.

Cried because James was right.

Cried because Logan was gone.

Cried because it was my fault.

Cried because our friendship was falling apart.

Cried because nothing would ever be the same agian.

"You're right," I heard myself say through my tears. "I killed Logan. He's dead because of me. You're right, James."

My voice was barely above a whisper, but James clearly heard me. I repeated myself over and over, waiting for James to comfort me, to tell me I was wrong. He never did.

In James's eyes, I was a murderer. I killed our best friend with no remorse. The blood was on my hands. Logan's death was pinned on me. I was guilty until proven innocent.

In Kendall's eyes, James was a murderer. A backstabbing, cold, heartless snake, who had us all eating out of the palm of his hand. Our trust in him was destroyed. James betrayed us.

In my eyes, Kendall was a murderer. He was the reason our friendship was dying. His anger management issues were ripping us apart at the seams. Kendall failed us as a leader.

I was officially out of tears. I sniffled one last time and looked up at James. He was asleep, making me wonder exactly how long I had been lying in his arms. The curtain was pulled back enough for me to notice the sun beginning to rise. I must have been in here for hours without even noticing. I crawled out of James's grasp, careful not to awake the sleeping teen and stood by the window. Logan loved to watch the sun rise, and now I understood why. It was calm, peaceful, beautiful.

"I miss you, Logie," I whispered to the rising sun. I felt a cold chill sweep through the room before seeing the face of my deceased friend in the window's reflection. "Logie?"

He smiled at me. Wait...Logan's dead. He can't be here. How is here? Is he here? I must be going insane!

"Hey, Carlitos."

"Logan?" I broke into another crying fit and ran to embrace my friend. I was shocked to find out that I could hug him. "How?"

"I don't know. Something's keeping me down here on earth, but I don't know what it is. I'm here right now though, okay? That's all that matters."

I didn't understand anything Logan had just told me nor did I care. All I knew was that my best friend was back. With Logan here, James would stop being angry at me, and Kendall could make up with James about whatever the two of them said to each other earlier. Everything would go back to normal, just like old times. It would be like he never even left.

"Don't ever leave us again, okay?"

"Carlos, I can't stay. I thought you knew that. I'll have to move on eventually."

I broke away from our embrace and stared at my friend. "What do you mean you can't stay? Why would you be here if you can't stay? You have to stay. We're nothing without you, Logan. James is mad at me. He got into a fight with Kendall earlier. We're falling apart. Please, please don't leave again. You're my best friend. Stay here with me."

Logan was shaking his head the whole time. "I'm sorry, Carlos. I didn't mean to get your hopes up, but I can't..."

"Can't stay?" I cried harder, but this time the tears were more from anger than sadness. For the first time in our lives, I was mad at Logan. I was mad at him for leaving us, but I was even more mad by the fact that he came back when he knows he can't stay. "Leave, Logan! If you can't stay, then leave! I don't want you here!"

"Carlos, stop yelling. You're going to wake James up."

I didn't stop yelling though. In fact, I got louder. "I don't care about James! He doesn't care about me, so why should I care about him?" I was never one to get mad, especially at my friends. It felt weird to be screaming at one of them, even weirder considering that the one I was yelling at just so happened to be dead. I looked into the brown eyes of my smart friend and realized that if he could, he'd be crying right now. Normally, that would upset me, but if anything, it just added fuel to the fire. I repeated, "Leave, Logan! I don't want you here! I don't care if you come back or not! Just leave!" I ran out of James's room but not before watching as Logan listened to me and vanished. I cried even harder. Now Logan thinks I hate him.

I ran into the room I used to share with Logan and collapsed on his bed. It still smelled like Logan. I curled up in his blankets and cried into his pillow.

"Please don't hate me, Logan," I mumbled. My voice was muffled by the pillow, so even if Logan was there, I doubted that he could hear me. "I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I'm so sorry about what I said. I didn't mean any of it. Please forgive me."

I expected to feel another cold breeze come by and see my friend, but that didn't happen. The room remained humid and empty and filled with the sound of my continuous sobs.

Just like earlier, I was alone.

No Kendall.

No James.

No Logan.

A/N: I hope this chapter made up for my recent lack of writing. Once again, I apologize. Leave a review and have a nice day!