Did anyone see that commercial for that Mario Kart game for Nintendo 3DS with Big Time Rush? It was adorable, right? I love that game but I love it even more now!

Whatever. I'll stop being random

Enjoy!

"So tell us about the party," Kendall commanded.

"You better not have taken your helmet," Logan said.

"Forget that," James cut in. "Did you make out with any hot girls?"

"Guys!" Carlos yelled, causing his friends to shut up. "Calm down."

Carlos' three best friends looked at each other. Did Carlos, the ball of endless energy, just tell them to calm down?

"He told us to calm down," James pointed a finger at Carlos. "That means he's hiding something!"

"I'm not hiding anything," Carlos defended. It's not considered hiding something if you don't tell your friends that you don't remember anything, right?

"Yeah you are," Logan said.

"C'mon Carlos," Kendall pleaded. "Tell us what happened."

"I-I...nothing, okay?" Carlos finally answered, becoming sick of his friends constant questions.

"He's definitely hiding something," James confirmed. He leaned in closer to Carlos. "Was she hot?"

Carlos didn't have a mirror right now, but he was pretty sure that his face was turning a deep shade of red due to James' guess. "It's nothing like that."

Kendall raised an eyebrow. "Then what happened?"

Carlos rolled his eyes. "I don't remember!" he said, his voice raising a little higher than he had intended.

"What?" Logan asked. The doctor in him said something sounded suspicious. The friend in him made him become extremely concerned with that statement.

Carlos sighed. "I got sick and kinda passed out." Carlos looked down after saying that. It made him feel like a big loser.

"Passed out?" Logan repeated, the worry in his voice increasing.

"But you seem fine now," James said, seeing as how it had only been twenty four hours since the party.

Carlos nodded. "I feel better," he admitted. "But I don't know why I got so sick in the first place. And it happened so quickly too."

"What did you do up to the point you got sick?" Kendall asked.

"I talked to some people, mostly Dani's friends," Carlos began. "Then I danced for a while. I had a few snacks, then I got sick."

"What did you eat?" James asked, his voice soft, as if he was beginning to feel that something wasn't right either.

Carlos shrugged. "I was at the...chips!" he exclaimed. Carlos almost didn't remember that piece of information so he was glad it had struck him instantly. "I had some bean dip...and some dip that Rafael later told me had lobster."

"Maybe it's the lobster," Kendall suggested. "You know what happens when you're around lobster."

Carlos nodded, but the sound of Logan speaking up made him stop.

"No," Logan said with all seriousness. "Carlos grew out of that lobster deal. Remember what we did a few days after that lobster dinner that Griffin had?"

James wanted to face palm. "We took him out...for lobster...to make sure..." he trailed off.

"Exactly," Logan responded. "And Carlos reacted just fine to that." Logan looked straight at his shorter friend. "Carlos. Think. What else did you have?"

Carlos sighed. He completely forgot about the other lobster meal he had. "What's the big deal about me getting sick?" he asked, becoming impatient and annoyed with his friends' sudden worry.

"What else did you have?" Kendall repeated for Logan. Once Kendall realized where Logan was going with this, he needed answers.

Carlos thought back, trying to make his mind try to focus and remember what exactly happened last night. "I had punch."

"Was it punch you found on a table?" Logan asked. "Or did you get it yourself?"

Carlos shook his head. "Dani got it for me. One for me and my brother."

Carlos' three best friends looked at each other, and that's when Carlos began putting two and two together.

"No," Carlos said, offended that his friends would even think something like that. "The punch wasn't spiked. If it was, then everyone at the party would have gotten sick, because everyone was getting their drink from the same bowl. Rafael wasn't sick and neither was Dani."

"Then someone probably spiked your drink after they poured your cup," James suggested.

Carlos shook his head again. "No. Dani served me. Why would she, or anybody for that matter, want to spike my drink, huh?" Carlos asked in defense.

"I don't know," Logan replied. He really didn't know why Danielle would spike Carlos' drink...and that's what scared him. "Maybe you're right," Logan said, regretting that action. "M-maybe it really was something you ate. The human body has a weird way of reacting to things."

Carlos nodded in agreement. He liked that answer.

Dani had no reason to spike Carlos' punch, right? She wouldn't do something like that. She couldn't do something like that. Dani loved Rafael too much and she respected his brothers.

Yeah. Questioning Dani's action wouldn't be right.

So why did the conversation Carlos had with his three best friends suddenly make him question...everything about Dani?

The Garcia brothers were hanging out in Omar's apartment later that night.

"Aw sorry, Omar," Rafael said as he rejected Omar's invitation. Omar had asked his two brothers to go with him to the theaters to go see Men in Black 3...though Omar had already seen it twice. "Dani and I have dinner plans tomorrow."

"Why do you wanna see it so many times anyway?" Carlos asked his older brother. "Aren't you getting tired of it?"

Omar rolled his eyes. "It's three times the Men in Black. Therefore, it requires three times the fun," Omar answered, as if his logic made sense.

"Hey, I know," Rafael spoke up. "Why don't you guys come to dinner with me and Dani? She loves you guys. She wouldn't mind."

Omar shrugged. "Sure, why not?" He nudged Carlos. "You up for that, Shortie?"

Carlos nodded.

Rafael sighed in relief. "Good," he said. "I was gonna ask you guys to come anyway. Dani said she might bring her friends over and I didn't wanna be the only guy."

"Ooh," Omar said, his interest piqued. "Are they single?"

"Don't even think about it," Carlos and Rafael warned with a mocking tone.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Omar asked.

Rafael rolled his eyes. "In the seventh grade," he began. "I tried asking out Alicia Diaz, but you liked her older sister, Claudia. Do you remember how that incident ended? In the tenth grade, I asked out Michelle Travis, but her cousin, Haley, came into town, and you thought she was extremely hot. Michelle accused me of dating her, just so I can get you a date. She dumped me. Then in my senior year, there was Tanya Chambers, the girl I only dated for two weeks because you decided to flirt with her best friend and smack her butt."

"Hey I remember Tanya!" Carlos chimed in. "It took three weeks for that bruise on your left eye to finally go away."

Omar hissed at that memory. "Sorry about that bro," Omar apologized. "I didn't know that girl's brother and boyfriend would come after you."

"It was an honest mistake," Carlos reminded Rafael. "You and Omar look so much alike. They just got a little confused."

Rafael rolled his eyes and looked to Omar. "And you wondered why it took so long for me to introduce you and Dani."

"Okay," Omar said as he raised his hands in surrender. "I promise that tomorrow night, I will not hit on Dani's friends." He held out his pinkie to Rafael. "I promise."

Rafael smiled as he linked his pinkie with Omar's. "We look like third grade girls," Rafael said with a chuckle.
He turned to Carlos. "You won't hit on anybody tomorrow, right?" Rafael asked his younger brother.

Carlos smiled and nodded. "I...I kinda have someone back in LA...I think."

Omar and Rafael raised their eyebrows. "Do tell," Omar commanded.

Carlos smiled. "Her name is Stephanie..."

When Carlos woke up the next morning, Carlos heard his two older brothers talking about...milk?

Carlos' brothers weren't talking that loud, but sound carries very easily in Omar's apartment. Carlos rolled off the couch, and slowly walked toward the kitchen.

This was the second day in a row that he woke up in regular clothes instead of pajamas. The Garcia brothers had fallen asleep after hanging out in the living room.

"I don't wanna get milk," Omar whined. "It's too early to drive to the store."

"It's 9:30!" Rafael pointed out. "You said you've been craving my pancakes, and when I finally come over to make some, you don't have milk? How can I make pancakes without milk?"

Omar sighed. "I don't know. Use water? Hey, why don't you go down to the store?"

"Not my milk, not my problem," Rafael responded.

"Guys?" Carlos finally spoke up, completely confused as to why two grown men were arguing in a kitchen about buying milk. "Is everything...okay?"

"Rafael said he'd make me strawberry pancakes but there's no milk and he won't get it for me and I refuse to go to the store in the mornings," Omar complained.

Carlos chuckled. Omar was always a different person in the mornings. This morning, he was apparently a three year old kid.

"You wanted strawberry pancakes?" Rafael asked in disbelief. "You don't have strawberries either!"

Carlos knew that if he didn't intervene anytime soon, his brothers would start bickering again. "Do you want me to go pick the stuff up?" he offered.

His two brothers stayed silent.

"Yes?" Omar finally answered, breaking the silence.

Carlos nodded and held out his hand. When his brothers gave him confused looks, he answered their question before they could ask it. "If I'm gonna run to the store, I need money and a car."

Rafael and Carlos looked at Omar, who instantly got the hint. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine. My keys are on the dining table. My wallet's in my room...take some of the money inside."

Carlos happily complied. "I'll be back in ten," he called out as he was getting ready to leave.

"Any second after ten minutes and we'll come looking for ya," Rafael jokingly replied.

Carlos smiled as he exited the door.

When Carlos was at the store, he was quick in finding the milk and strawberries.

He was waiting in line when he spotted the magazine rack. An issue of Pop Tiger caught Carlos' eye, due to the fact that Big Time Rush had graced the cover of said magazine.

"Carlos?" a familiar female voice from behind asked. "Is that you?"

Carlos turned around. "Hey Dani," he greeted. His shoulders slumped when he remembered something. "Hey, you know, I'm really sorry for getting sick at your party. I...I don't really remember what happened but..."

Dani nodded in understanding. "You don't need to apologize for getting sick." She nudged his arm. "Besides, Rafael said that you're coming again tonight for dinner. We can have more fun then."

Carlos smiled. "So...nothing bad happened at the party, then?" he asked. "Like, I didn't cause a scene or anything?"

Dani smiled. "Let's just say...there wasn't much action after you passed out."

Carlos relaxed after hearing that. He was really afraid that he had caused some sort of unnecessary drama.

"Well that's good," Carlos replied. "But I never did say thanks for inviting me."

"It's no problem," Dani replied. "I'm glad you came, even if you were...conscious for it for only a short time. And I'm glad you're feeling better. You really scared me that night."

Carlos smiled. He loved that Danielle cared so much, but he felt guilty for scaring her so much. "Really? I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Danielle replied. "It's just...you were unresponsive. Rafael almost called 911."

Carlos raised an eyebrow. Rafael almost called 911? What stopped him? "But he decided not to after I...kinda woke up?"

Danielle nodded.

Carlos laughed nervously before he noticed that he was next up in line. "I better get going," he held up the milk and strawberries. "The things I do for my brothers."

"I totally understand," Dani replied. "I'll see you tonight. Can't wait."

Okay okay you can hate me for making this so boring, okay? But at least Carlos is slowly starting to piece a few things together :)

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