A/N: Hi! Please do not kill me for not updating for soo long:/ I swear, I'm not usually like this, but this story for some reason just isn't coming to me. I'm in the middle of a Kames also, and I guess I've just been really wrapped up in that. I know it's only been like a week, but for me that feels like a long time soo... yeah.

Here's chapter 3!

*~*~Listening to Time Bomb to get a little inspiration...~*~*

"W-what's going on?" Carlos asked cautiously, looking up at James.

"Carlos, sit down, I- I have something to say," James told him. He rubbed his hands together and let out a deep breath as Carlos took a seat on his bed.

"Ok," Carlos said.

"Um, well, do you remember the party the other night?"

"Yeah," Carlos said awkwardly, biting his lip. He knew James was going to tell him that it was a mistake, that them hooking up like that could never ever happen again. He figured James would get up and run off with some pretty girl with curves and hips and big boobs, a girl who was calm and cool, and nothing at all like Carlos.

"So, uh, about what happened," James started to say carefully.

Carlos put up a hand, "You know what, it's okay James. I get it. You don't like guys that way, or at least not me. It's fine. Whatever. I won't tell." A tear streamed down Carlos's cheek and he wiped it away quickly, trying his hardest not to show the pain of rejection from someone he never even had.

"Carlos," James said gently, almost smiling, "that's not what I was going to say at all."

"It's not?" Carlos asked quietly. He picked his head up cautiously, as if he was afraid to believe his ears.

"No," James told him in a warm tone, "look, Carlos, that night got me so confused. Like, so confused. Until then, I was sure I was straight."

"Yeah, me too," Carlos agreed, thinking of all the dreams and daydreams he'd had about James beforehand, and how hard it'd been to hide how much he liked the boy. Maybe he was lying through his teeth, but it was just to not be quite as vulnerable. He was vulnerable enough already.

James smiled at him and nodded, continuing, "But that night, it was- fantastic. I was really drunk. Like, really drunk. I barely remember a thing. But somehow, that part of the night, with you, it just," he gulped, having no idea where he was getting his words, "everything stands out. I remember how the blinking red and purple lights reflected in your eyes and off your skin, I remember how the smoke from the stoners hung in the room, how you moved so smoothly, and, most importantly, I remember what this felt like."

With that, James leaned forward and pressed his lips to Carlos's. Carlos didn't know how to react it first, it really wasn't that many times that he'd been kissed. Still, his hand naturally went to the side of James's face, his thumb pressing against the smooth skin. He could feel a little bit of rough stubble scratching at his finger, and at his face. To be honest, Carlos had always envied how fast James grew it, knowing girls found it sexy. Now, he was understanding where they were coming from.

"You like my scruff?" James said jokingly as they kissed, a smile playing across his lips.

"I do," Carlos replied. When he opened his mouth to speak, James slipped his toungue inside and Carlos let it explore his mouth.

"One more excuse not to shave," James mumbled.

"Hey James," Carlos said when they pulled from the kiss, "why were Logan and Kendall mad at you?"

"Oh, that," James bit his lip and turned a little red, "Well, I um, I kissed Kendall. But it's okay, I explained the situation to them, he's with Logan-"

"You what?" Carlos demanded angrily. There he was, thinking he was special, that he was the only guy James was putting his lips on. Stupid Carlos, the others had always said he was naive.

"Carlos, it was nothing. I don't like him, he's with-"

"Oh, so Kendall's taken, so you settle for second best? Is that what's going on here?" Carlos's eyes brimmed with tears, part sad, part angry.

"No, Carlos, we both know that isn't true," James began in a begging tone.

"At least I'm second best," Carlos growled, "Or have you made out with Logan too?"

"You're jumping to conclusions! Look, it was a-"

"Wow, really James? Come to think of it, you two did get pretty damn close during that whole sneakers thing. Do you just want to make out with one of your best friends, and I'm the one who's convenient?"

"That's not it at all!" James called after him, but it was no use. Carlos got up off the bed and walked away, slamming the door behind him and leaving James alone. He was glad he hadn't admitted everything to James, at least he could leave with the slightest bit of dignity.

He shook his head. Bad plan. Really, really bad plan.

~*~*TA DA*~*~

A/N: OKay, that was so so short, and I'm sorry to make you wait so long for such a short chapter. Still, I wanted it to end on that note, for like, suspense, you know? Anyways, sorry for their behavior. I promise I'll try to get the next part done faster! Reviews motivate me ;)