AN: I'm queen of grammatical errors so I'm really sorry if there are some atrocious misspelling or words missing. I proof read but I still might have missed something. Also this I have writers block plus I have 2 test on Monday so I probably won't write anything this weekend so I was rushing to get this up.

His helmet was a part of him. It was his safety net. He was a coward without. It made him brave. It made him the muscle of the group but this morning he couldn't find it. How was be supposed to survive without it?

"James, have you seen my helmet?" He yelled to his roommate.

"No, now let me get my beauty rest," James responded grouchily.

"Help me find it, I need it."

"Carlos go back to sleep. We'll look for the helmet tomorrow.

But Carlos couldn't sleep, not without his helmet. He just lied awake recounting the last place he'd seen it. Mentally reviewing every place he'd been since then when he heard his phone ring.

"Carlos, answer your phone," James yelled angrily. Carlos just rolled his eyes at his roommate in response but James had already gone back to sleep so he didn't see.

"Hola Papi," Carlos said gleefully. He hadn't talked to his father in forever and talking to him right then was definitely perking up his mood.

" Carlos. How's it going mi hermano?"

"Not so good, someone stole my helmet again."

"No one steals my son's helmet. Do you need me to come down there and teach the person who stole your helmet a lesson?"

"No it's fine, I can handle it. That's not what I wanted to talk to you about anyway."

"What is it?" The middle aged man asked with concern.

"I was planning on enrolling in the police academy and I wanted your approval."

"Well of course you have my approval. You're my son and I know you would make a great police office, if that's what you really want to do. But why now?"

"Well with big time rush being over, there's no better time than now." His father wasn't going to argue with that logic.

"So you're coming home?"

"Yeah I think so. I mean with Big Time Rush over there's no reason for me to remain in LA," he said somberly.

"You don't sound very happy about that."

"Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to get back home to Minnesota but it's sad to know that I'm going home because Big Time Rush is over," and when his father didn't respond he continued, "I guess I'm happy though because at least James is going solo. If one of us gets to go solo and be famous," Carlos sang the word 'famous' for emphasis, "It should be him."

"Thanks for realizing that buddy but can you hang up the phone and go to sleep?" James said aggravated.

"I thought you were sleeping," Carlos responded angrily.

"I wish. Your loud talking is keeping me awake."

"Sorry."

"It's fine, just hurry up and finish your conversation so I can get to sleep."

"Papi, I need to go.I'll call you tomorrow." he said ending the phone call before his father could say anything back.

"So you're going back to Minnesota?" James asked in a sleepy tone.

"Maybe," he answered simply.

"Okay," James answered casually.

Yep, James was right it was okay. Big Time Rush was over and he was headed back to Minnesota and that was okay with him. He was going to be a police officer and he didn't mind. Actually he didn't just not mind, he was happy, truly happy.