Everything was going great, until now. Logan's day had gone way better than expected, hell, he'd say it went perfectly! Yet now he's running downtown in the rain, because Carlos' idiot self is hammered. Logan was furious, and the golf ball sized rain drops that were bombing him as he ran just added to his anger. "I do so much for him." He fumed. "I even tell him how much I hate alcohol." He ranted. "I even br-...ugh. I'm going to kill him. I'm going to murder him." He growled. He picked up speed, his feet making sloshing sounds as he did. Determined on his destination, he wasn't watching where he was going and practically cannon-balled into a large puddle, causing everything from his knees down to become soaked. Logan sighed. "And I'm going to do all of this while wet."
It took Logan about fifteen minutes to finally reach Carolina's. He entered the bar, sighing with relief as the comfort of anything but wetness filled him. The comfort he felt was quickly diminished as the smell of alcohol intruded on him, causing him to sneer. Shaking off the disgusting smell, he looked around the bar for Carlos, but instead noticed a crowd toward the back of the bar. "Logan!" a female's voice called out, a single hand waving him over. It was his friend Heather, another resident at the Palm Woods, and the one who informed Logan of Carlos' whereabouts. He made his way toward her, and the growing crowd. He gave her a hug, quick and light, his attention solely on Carlos and his current status. "I'm going to assume that the little gathering back there is where I have to go, eh?" He asked. Heather smiled shyly, feeling as if she was the cause of the problem for some reason. She nodded and took a sip from the glass she was holding. Logan patted her on the shoulder in appreciation and pushed his way into the crowd.
When he finally broke through, Logan couldn't believe the mess before his eyes. Two tables were broken, glass was scattered along the floor which was drenched with alcohol, and in the middle of it all was Carlos. His back was against the door to the back exit, his head was down and his shirt was caked in vomit. Logan shook his head at the pitiful site. He walked over to Carlos, after assuring the manager that he was a friend of his. Knowing that there was no reason to scold anyone who was this wasted, Logan's main priority was to get his friend home. He knelt beside Carlos and tried to clean off as much vomit from the boy's shirt as possible, Heather handing him more paper towels as needed. Carlos very slowly looked up at Logan. "Logie..." Carlos' voice sounded as if it went through a meat grinder. Logan didn't even look at Carlos. "Don't." Was all he replied, knowing that if he attempted to speak to Carlos it'd just end in arguing.
Carlos could hear the pure rage that was inside Logan all from the one word he spoke. He gulped as the boy cleaned him up. There was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to do. He wanted to reach out and hold Logan, tell him how he felt, but his motor skills were shot. All he could manage was to weakly wave his arms, looking like a newborn infant. Logan continued to clean off the mess on Carlos' chest for a few moments more. After deciding that his hygiene was satisfactory enough for the cab ride home, he whipped out his cell phone and dialed. After the call was placed, Logan hoisted Carlos up onto his feet. A man appeared on the other side of Carlos, assisting Logan with the boy's weight. Logan didn't know the man, but nodded in his direction as a token of thanks. The nod was returned and with both of their strength they managed to get Carlos into the cab. Logan shook the man's hand, thanking him, and after giving his thanks to Heather he headed into the bright yellow cab.
The two arrived at their building twenty minutes later. No words were exchanged during the cab ride, the tension so thick even the cab driver felt it. Logan silently exited the cab, grabbing Carlos as he did. He helped the boy into the building, his anger was surging so badly that he didn't even acknowledge the night guard as he usually did. They hastily entered the elevator, Logan practically punching the number of their destination. The doors closed with a happy chime, almost mocking Logan's foul mood. Moments later they arrived on their floor. Logan assisted Carlos into the hallway and placed him gently on the floor. He removed his keys from his pocket and ran up to their apartment door. He opened it, making sure it was completely ajar, then ran back to Carlos. He took a deep breath, then picked up the tan boy entirely in his arms. He grunted as he carried the boy, surprised at how much weight was on him. "You need to lay off the damn corn dogs..." Logan mumbled, to which Carlos smiled.
The rest of Logan's night was spent cleaning Carlos up and getting him to bed, nothing said the entire time. He gave Carlos a sponge bath, knowing if he were to submerge the tan boy in any water deeper than a couple of inches would result in him drowning. After he declared Carlos clean enough, he carried the boy to his bed. Logan tucked him in and placed a bucket beside the bed just in-case of any late night purging. After making sure that the boy was in well enough shape to be trusted alone, Logan decided to leave the room. As soon as his hand was placed upon the doorknob, Carlos protested.
"Wait." Was all the boy said. Logan's body became stiff. "Please...Logan, wait." Logan didn't turn around. He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, trying to relax himself as the rage resurfaced again. "What do you want Carlos." The words were hard and cold. Carlos swallowed hard, trying to form the words he wanted to say, the adrenaline rush quickly causing him to sober up. "I'm sorry. I'm...I'm so so-" "Don't Carlos, just don't." Logan cut him off, not wanting to hear any drunken excuses. Carlos removed the blanket that was covering him and swung his legs around the bed. He sat there and looked at Logan, sheer determination plastered across his face. "Logan. I'm not trying to get out of anything, I really am so-" Once more he was cut off harshly. "Would you just save it? Will you? I don't want to hear any excuses, I don't want to hear any reasons, I don't want to hear anymore bullshit!" Logan bellowed, the back part of his mind in disbelief that Kendall and James haven't woken up yet. "I just want-" Carlos began, but was again cut off. "No! Just go to sleep alright? I...just go to sleep." Logan didn't even look at Carlos.
At this point Carlos had lost any sympathetic feelings, they were replaced with disbelief that his best friend was treating him this way. That the man he was in love with was treating him this way. He stood up, his breathing becoming quicker with the growing tension. "Do you know why, I'm like this, huh?" Carlos asked sternly, stumbling a little as the alcohol still coursed through his system. "Do you know why I've been drinking so much lately? Do you know why I've been li-" "Because you're in love with me! I know!" Logan snapped. Carlos froze in place, feeling completely sober at that moment. All was quiet for what felt like ages, the two stared at each other not saying a single word.
Carlos was completely dumbstruck, he didn't know what to say or do, all he could do was sit back down on the bed. A few minutes passed and Carlos swallowed, his mouth was hot and dry. He cleared his throat, and finally spoke. "H...H-how'd you know?" he asked shakily. Logan, still angry as could be, responded with a flare. "Are you kidding me? The way you look at me, the way you understand me like no one else does, not to mention how cold you were around Camille earlier today." Carlos shuddered at the girl's name as Logan continued. "But you think that makes this right? You think that gives you the right to drink your problems away, does it?" Logan fumed. Carlos stood up again, angry at the fact that his feelings were brought forth and all Logan cared about was scolding him. "What the hell is your problem anyway, huh? I practically tell you that I'm in love with you and all you want to do is yell at me? Why do you hate alcohol so much? I've never seen anyone hate anything this badly, what the hell is so bad about alcohol?" Carlos took three large steps towards Logan. Logan said nothing, just turned around and flipped the light switch causing the room to brighten. He stared directly into Carlos' eyes as he began unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing. Once he was down to his undershirt, he grabbed the base of it and pulled it up.
Carlos wanted to throw up, the view in front of him was horrifying...nightmare inducing. Logan's body, from the waist to his chest was covered in horrible scars, and burn marks. Carlos looked at Logan's scarred body, then at his face, then back at his body. He kept switching views for a few moments, tears began to form in his eyes. "Logan..." Carlos whispered, his voice barely audible. Logan continued to stare at Carlos, fury and rage still evident in his eyes. "This." he pointed at his scarred body. "Is why I can't stand alcohol." Tears ran down Carlos' face as he watched Logan speak. "My dad used to come home drunk every. Single. Night." Logan explained. "He had a crappy dead-end job, he wasn't even remotely happy being tied down to my mother, and his life had been so miserable growing up that he turned to alcohol every chance he got to 'escape' from his problems." Logan continued, still holding the shirt up. "This one right here-" Logan pointed at a large oval shaped scar. "-was given to me when I was nine. My dad thought it'd be funny, why? Who knows, people do some really messed up stuff when they're drunk, but nonetheless he did it. Grabbed a butterfly knife from his back pocket and decided to carve into me." Logan's eyes began to water. "This one here?" He pointed to a rather large burn on the left side of his ribcage. "Well one night he decided to wake me up at three in the morning because he wanted a six pack. What better way to wake up your seven year old son than by burning him with a cigar? Great huh? Isn't Alcohol wonderful?" Logan smiled manically as he watched Carlos cry, his eyes wide with horror. "Makes sense huh? Why I never take my shirt off, why I never join you guys in the pool, why I make sure to sleep with a shirt on every night no matter how goddamned hot it is? You wonder why I hate alcohol so much Carlos? You wonder why I think it's so bad, you wonder WHY I hate the fact that you drink? Well there you go! Satisfied? Happy? Glad? Good." Logan finally pulled his shirt down, and as soon as he did Carlos sank to his knees.
Carlos sat there crying, not knowing what to say. He didn't know what to do, he didn't even know what to think. "So now you tell me. After the great few days we've been having, and most importantly of all, after I told you my feelings toward the subject, why? Why the hell did you go get piss-faced today?" Logan stared at the boy below him, waiting for a reason even worthy of his forgiveness. Carlos stared at the floor for a few moments, watching as Logan tapped his foot on the ground impatiently waiting for a response. Carlos opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. He sighed, cleared his throat and tried again. "I went to go find you today..." He began. "Camille mentioned that she was going to take you fishing, so I figured you guys were at Liberty Lake. I was going to find you and tell you how I felt about you. Well...I did find you...kissing Camille. After seeing that, my mind shut down and I looked for any sort of way to numb the pain..." Every word was said robotically, the only faint emotion that could be heard was despair. Logan laughed, causing Carlos to look up in shock. "You...you idiot." Logan chuckled. "You really are a moron aren't you?" He began to full-out laugh. Carlos hung his head. I knew it, he thinks I'm stupid for even attempting this. Carlos wiped at his eyes as the tears began flowing harder. "Carlos, you gigantic, blubbering, miserable, simpleton of a fool." Logan stood over Carlos, a huge smile on his face. "I was kissing her goodbye. I broke up with her for you, you damn retard."
Carlos' neck nearly snapped at the speed he got onto his feet. His eyes were wide with surprise, hope, and confusion. "Wai-What?" He asked, not knowing whether Logan was serious or not. Logan inched closer to Carlos, closing any space between the two. He grabbed Carlos' hands, and stared deeply into the boys eyes. "Carlos." Logan began, a half-smile appeared on his face along with tears in his eyes. "Do you promise to treat me right? Do you promise to give this your all? Do you promise that you will never touch a single drop of alcohol again? And most importantly of all, do you promise to not be such a dork?" Carlos laughed, nodded his head excitedly and waited for Logan to continue. "If you abide by these laws then I, Logan Mitchell, will happily take your hand as my first and only boyfriend." Carlos' smile could've illuminated the entire planet if need be.
They stared at each other warmly for a moment, then Logan placed his hand on Carlos' cheek, stroked it with his thumb and leaned forward. Their lips locked, and on both of their ends fireworks exploded in their chests. Logan caressed Carlos' face as he sucked on the tan boy's lower lip, kissing him deeper and as passionately as he could. Carlos kissed back hungrily, the moment he's been waiting for practically since he met the other boy finally at hand. The kiss lasted a few moments more, and when they separated they held each other in a long warming embrace. Carlos hummed the melody to their hit song 'Boyfriend' as they hugged, to which Logan rolled his eyes and slapped him on the back of the head. They shared a laugh and kissed once again, even more passionately than before, when suddenly the door opened behind them. James and Kendall stood in the doorway, eyes wide with surprise at the scene before them. Logan and Carlos were still holding each other as they turned their heads toward the other two boys. Logan opened his mouth. "Right...we live with other people..."
A/N: For some reason I'm not happy with this chapter, but I'll let you guys be the judge of that. R&R as always!