A/N: Wow I can't believe I am actually doing a second chapter one one day haha. I am really behind on all of this stuff though, so it is necessary. Sorry if this isn't as good because I am tired! I'll try to make it awesome! Oh and warning: this chapter is rated A for adorable. Some content may not be suitable for those with frequent Carlos-infatuation caused heart attacks or bromance-crazed Logan obsessors. Don't say I didn't warn you! Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Love Me, Love Me

Logan sat back in the waiting room along with Mama Knight, Kendall, and Katie; Camille, Jo, and Stephanie had gone home, saying that they would be back the next day to check on Carlos.

Logan looked around the plain waiting room of the hospital, but then suddenly realized something; where was James?

Right on cue, James emerged from the hall leading to Carlos's room.

"Where were you?" Logan asked.

"Carlos called me over." He replied, a soft smile on his face. "He wants to talk to you."

"Me?" Logan asked incredulously.

James nodded, then went over to sit by the others.

Logan slowly stood from his seat, wondering what Carlos wanted to talk about. He had just gotten out of a coma; Logan was surprised he could even form complete sentences.

Logan started to make his way down the hall slowly. The whole time he couldn't think of any reason why Carlos would want to talk to him, especially because the small boy wasn't even happy to see Logan.

Logan had spent every minute by his friend's side. He had put every effort into caring for him, and he didn't even care. Logan had spent every minutes worrying for Carlos's safety, and Carlos acted like it was nothing.

Logan tried to shake it off. When you are in a coma due to lack of oxygen for three months and on top of that are suffering from hypothermia, it isn't like you can sense other people's feelings. Carlos couldn't possibly know any better.

And yet still Logan was still sad and disappointed. He imagined Carlos would wake up and jump on Logan in a giant hug, crying, and that he would always be thankful. They would become the strongest friends out of all four boys, and always be there for each other. But instead, their friendship was actually weaker, and getting weaker every minute.

Logan finally reached Carlos's room. The shiny plate on the door had the number 372; Logan sighed as he could see his worried reflection in it. Why was he stressing over this so much?

With one final breath, Logan grabbed the handle on the door and slowly pushed forward.

When he entered, Carlos was sitting on the edge of his bed with his head down, and it sounded like he was sniffling. Was he crying? Why would he be crying?

Logan slowly and softly closed the door, and approached the youngest teen.

"Carlos? What's wrong? What did you want to talk to me about?" Logan asked.

There was just a long pause, the only sound being Carlos's sad sniveling.

"Carlos?" Logan asked.

He looked up slowly, eyes teary and face wet. "Y-Yeah?" he asked sadly.

"What's wrong, bud?" Logan asked, sitting down next to him and wrapping his arm around him.

"N-Nothing." Carlos muttered.

"C'mon, it has to be something!" Logan said. "You can tell me, Carlitos."

There was more silence, until finally Carlos looked Logan in the eye and stopped sniveling.

"I'm so sorry Logie! I had no idea that you were here for me while I was in that coma and I didn't know you cared so much and you are so awesome and nice and I am such a jerk for being rude to you about it and I can't believe how impolite and ungrateful I was and I would understand if you hated me forever and would never talk to me again and I don't deserve you because you are the best person ever and I am so so so so so so so so sorry!" Carlos exclaimed, taking a large breath when he got through it all.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down!" Logan said. "I forgive you Carlos. I couldn't stay mad at someone as nice as you. And besides, there was no way you could've known. I was just being dumb."

"Wha—" Carlos exclaimed. "You are the smartest person I know Logie!"

Logan smiled. "Thanks Carlitos. You are awesome." He pulled Carlos in and hugged him. When he let go, both boys turned red and rubbed their necks bashfully, looking the other way.

"Ummm…Logan?" Carlos asked.

"Yeah Carlos?"

"Can we not tell anyone about this?"

"Of course. Now you stay here and get some rest. I will see you in the morning."

"Get some rest? But I;ve had three months of rest! I want to go play hockey or video games or eat corndogs!"

"There will be plenty of time for that stuff tomorrow Carlos." Logan said. He stood, making sure Carlos got back in bed.

Logan clicked off his lights on the way out, smiling and closing the door softly.

That had gone better than he had thought it would.

Carlos yawned loudly and curled up in a ball; he was surprisingly tired for being bedridden and unconscious for a quarter of a year.

Sleep slowly overcame him, though, and before he knew it he was dreaming peacefully.

A/N: Wow this was fluffy. And short. But I liked it!

How about you? It is your opinion that counts after all! Please review?

I will be starting a thanksgiving story tomorrow, unless something horrible happens.

Until then, I posted a new two-shot story! I think you'll like it! What are you waiting here for? Go and read the first part now!

Haha, later!

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