A/N: Sorry if this is too short, but a certain someone is kind of inside my room and I'm using the desktop in my living room to type. (which sucks) WARNING: DIALOGUE IS AT AN ALL TIME LARGE.
Chapter Four: A simple complaint turns into..
"Hey Logan, what do you want to watch?" Carlos asked, as they walked through the city streets.
"I really want to watch Mission Impossible, Kendall didn't me take when he watched it. Stupid Kendall just snuck out from underneath my nose." Logan replied, with a tone of sadness in his voice. Carlos put an arm around Logan's shoulder, trying to comfort the sad brunet. Logan smiled as Carlos squeezed the genius' shoulder, he didn't bother removing his arm. Because it felt just right.
"Alright, Mission Impossible it is then."
The two friends made their way towards the nearest movie theater, and surprisingly enough no one recognized him on the way. Except for a few people who just smiled and complimented him. And one girl who just called him fat and laughed with her friends, Carlos looked down at the ground in embarrassment. Trying to figure out how to get a little thinner. He had been neglecting his weight, but he's a singer. Not a sports star.
"You're not fat Carlos..probably cuddly. You know, like a teddy bear." Logan replied, smiling at the red-faced Latino.
"T-Thanks.."
"So..what happened to James?"
"He's hungover, I left him in the diner."
"Why?"
"So I could come see you? Duh.."
"O-Oh.."
They finally made it to the Movies, and Carlos was the one to order their tickets. Logan wanted to pay for his own, but Carlos practically forced Logan into shutting up with his hand as he payed for them. The lady in the ticket booth nervously gave him his ticket, feeling very uneasy a celebrity was in front of her.
"Carlos, I can pay for my own stuff." Logan whined. Crossing his arms in annoyance.
"But I'm the one who took you out, so It's only fair I pay right? The guy always pays, while the girl enjoys herself."
"I'm not a girl.." Logan replied, scratching the back of his neck.
"T-That's not what I meant..I was just-"
"Whatever.." Logan mumbled, causing Carlos to detach from his shoulder and just look away sadly.
Carlos payed for the food as well, not noting the look of annoyance in Logan's face. He really wanted to pay for his own stuff, and Carlos was babying him again
he shrugged it off and thought he was just being ridiculous, and tried to enjoy how sweet Carlos was being when he was being a little spoiled kid.
"Sorry I snapped..I'm just used to paying for my own stuff." Logan apologized, looking over to Carlos who was sitting on his chair quietly.
"It's okay Logie.." Carlos replied, slowly using his pink finger to creep his hand near Logan's. Eventually his hand reached Logan's, and he intertwined their fingers.
"I-I..uh...okay." Logan stuttered, his face feeling a little warm from embarrassment. Carlos smiled and offered the bucket of popcorn he was holding with his other hand.
Logan's lips twitched into a smile as he grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Hey Logan.."
"Hmm?"
Whatever Carlos said next, was muffled by the sound of the movie screen coming to life. The Latino frowned, not happy that the sound system had interrupted the perfect moment for his confession. He simply shrugged it off and enjoyed the movie with his date, but couldn't focus on it as he was busy staring at the genius who was constantly opening his mouth in amusement.
After the movie, both of them decided to eat at the same diner Carlos and James were at earlier. They ordered their prespective meals, Carlos a cheeseburger and Logan just ordered a regular burger. He was unsure why Logan was being so..cheap but shrugged it off again, like every other little twitch Logan had.
"So..how many people have you dated?" Logan asked.
"Uh..I lost count?"
"Oh." Carlos frowned at his response, probably his answer wasn't the one Logan wanted to hear. He could practically see it in his eyes.
"Logan what's wrong?"
"Nothing.."
"Something's wrong. What is it?"
"I said nothing's wrong Carlos, so leave it like that."
"No."
"God you're so annoying."
"You love it." Carlos teased.
"No I don't, I don't like players either."
"Y-You don't seriously think I just do one night stands right?" Carlos questioned, getting extremely frustrated at Logan.
"Actually I do." Logan replied, sitting back on his chair.
"Well I have a problem with extremely jealous, bitchy people!"
"Oh, how fucking nice of you to say. You know what? I'm out of here, have a nice day." Logan shot back, his voice devoid of kindness and riddled with venom. The brunet got up from his seat, and Carlos didn't even make a move to stop him.
"Whatever, I don't know why I even bothered asking you out if you were going to be such a dick." Carlos replied with a bored look, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes as if he was annoyed.
"You little-" Logan stopped midway, taking in a large breath of air before calming down a little. "Just forget it..don't even bother talking to me."
"L-Logan wait!"
"..." was all Logan said back, not even bothering to turn around.
A wave of guilt washed over Carlos' tan body as Logan exited the diner with his coat in hand, he didn't try to run after the brunet. He wanted to, but he couldn't. Logan just needed some space, that's all. Tomorrow he was going to make it up to him, and he'll be right back on the path to a Storybook ending. He let out a shaky sigh as he collected his things.
Carlos, you are such an idiot.. was his last thought, before he made his way outside the neon-lit restaurant.
