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Chapter 7: Back Home

"Marriage is when you sell your soul to the devil…and her family!" –Carlos (insert slamming of helmet on his head here)

It had taken five days, a stolen car, and gallons of stolen gas but Kendall, James, and Carlos had eventually reached the border between Canada and Minnesota. It came as a surprise to both Kendall and James, and even Carlos himself that Carlos's plan had worked. However, during the whole trip, Kendall had been uneasy as he thought about his innocent girlfriend in jail. He wondered how they, who stole a car, were still safe but she was in jail. What the hell did she do?

Carlos turned off the car after they entered a forested area that was located on the border as to not make any noise and attract the authorities. The three boys got out of the car and began pushing it across the border and through the rocky terrain.

"At least we're getting a work out from this," James attempted to make a joke as he huffed and pushed harder.

"Just shut up," Kendall hissed, lost in his thoughts.

After about thirty minutes of pushing the car, the boys stopped pushing and quickly got into the car. Suddenly, they heard a barking noise. Carlos quickly started the car and drove off out of the gravel and onto the asphalt road.

As they drove off, Kendall turned around to see officers and their dogs in the distance. "Oh, god."

"Boys, welcome home!" Carlos grinned as he saw a 'Welcome to Minnesota' sign on the side of the road.


Camille was a wreck after having spent more than five days in the small jail cell waiting for Jo's boyfriend to come bail them out. Her hair was messy and uncombed. Her dress was dirty and wrinkled. Her makeup was all smudged after all the crying she had done in the last two days. The last thing she wanted was for Logan to see her like this. It was funny; she had told herself that she wouldn't cry because of him ever again. But instead she had cried for him because she was worried that he really was hurt.

The other girls tried to convince her that they didn't do anything to hurt him that badly and that he probably was faking it in order to distract Vanessa from bailing them out so that they would stay in jail and away from him. They all knew that Logan wasn't stupid and a plan like that would have been easy and simple for him to come up with and conduct. Anyways, from what they knew about Logan, he was a generally healthy boy.

But Camille refused to believe that Logan would want them in jail on purpose. After all, he had stood up for them back in the restaurant even though he knew they were actually guilty.

As Camille moped about how Logan got sent to the hospital for something they probably did, Stella and Mercedes were quietly whispering in the corner about Vanessa. They had both agreed that although Vanessa always said that she was secure, she really was insecure. They also decided that they could use that to their own advantage and play on it.

Mercedes told Stella about the look that Vanessa made when Logan was being polite and courteous to Stella when they first met and the girls immediately decided that they would make Vanessa jealous in order to not only get revenge for Camille, but also to get revenge for Stella for Vanessa being so mean to her before.

"So you want me to flirt with Logan but at the same time not flirt with him?" Stella inquired to make sure she got it right.

Mercedes nodded, "All you have to do is a sweet smile or a small wave, or whatever. It's Logan's natural sweetness and kindness that will make Vanessa jealous. It'll be like déjà vu for her and she'll be terrified that you'll steal her man from her again. And you need to make sure that he pays a lot of attention to you when we get together as a group again."

"If we ever get together again," Stephanie broke in, having been listening to the whole conversation as she attempted to take a nap. Giving up on falling asleep, she sat up, "If you haven't noticed, we're kind of stuck here."

"Don't worry," Mercedes waved her comment off, "Kendall's coming to bail us out. We'll be out of here in no time."

"Back to our plan," Stella turned them back on track. "How do I make Logan notice me more?"

"Be creative. Stub your toe on a table, pretend to fall, something like that!" Mercedes looked slightly exasperated but that was just what the stress of being in jail was doing to her.

"So I hurt myself to hurt Vanessa?" Stella raised an eyebrow.

"That's the plan."

"Joy."


The next night, Carlos was thrilled as he drove into their hometown. He grinned widely as he recognized the police station that he father worked at. It was snowing like usual but that didn't upset his happy mood.

He stopped the car a little down the street from his house before checking the clock. It was one a.m. Not a good time to go through the front door. Carlos smirked as he knew what that meant: going through the window!

Carlos began to shake the sleeping boy next to him who awoke with a jolt. "I wasn't sleeping!" Kendall yelled as he sat up hastily.

"And they call me the dumb one," Carlos murmured under his breath. "Dude, we're back home!"

"We are?" Kendall looked around at the dark street, immediately recognizing the road that he and his friends walked through so many times before to get to Carlos's house. He smiled softly in sweet memory, "I can't believe we're back."

"Guys, can we just go?" James inquired, he was getting grumpy because of the lack of sleep he had. "I need a nice warm bed to get my beauty sleep!" He kicked the door open and stumbled out; he had trouble keeping his balance at first as his feet had fallen asleep. Regaining his footing, James leaned into the passenger's seat once Kendall had rolled down the window, "I'm going to go to my house."

Kendall nodded, "See how much money you can get from your parents."

"Sure, I'll see you guys in the morning then," James shoved his hands, which were beginning to freeze, into his pockets before walking off down the street to his house which was only a couple houses down from Carlos's house. The light snow began to sprinkle down onto his chestnut colored hair and his bare arms as he stalked down the wet sidewalk.

The blonde watched his friend walk away before turning back to Carlos. "You better go too."

"Where are you going to go?" Carlos asked.

"I probably could get into my house," Kendall shrugged.

"Dude, your heaters off," the black haired boy stated like it was obvious. "You're staying at my place and that's final."

Smirking, Kendall decided that he wouldn't argue with the idea of sleeping in the nice, cozy guest bed of Carlos's house with the possibility of eating some of Mr. Garcia's homemade food. They got out of the car and approached the large tree that was located at the side of the house. Carlos went first as he scurried up the tree and expertly fiddled with the outside part of the lock. After pulling up the window, he grinned down at his friend and said just a little too loudly, "We're in!"

Kendall shushed his friend before climbing up the tree and into his friend's room. "Remember all the times we did this before because you lost your house key," he whispered as he stepped into the room. His heart nearly skipped a beat as his foot caused a creaking noise. Remembering that the Garcia house was very old and made a lot of noise, the blonde made his footsteps as soft as possible to avoid any noise.

Meanwhile, Carlos was busy digging through his drawer before pulling out a clean, blue, long-sleeved shirt and throwing it at Kendall. Then he pulled out one of his over sized t-shirts for himself before pushing the drawer back in. He tried to move towards the bathroom quietly but ended up making a giant thud when he tripped over a stack of books that were on the messy floor.

"Oh god, we're dead," Kendall's eyes widened as he hurriedly helped his friend up.

Suddenly the door was thrown open and Mr. Garcia flashed his gun at them. He looked mad and ready to shoot any intruders.

"Papi, it's me Carlos!" Carlos stepped in front of Kendall so his father could get a better view of his son.

"Carlos?" Mr. Garcia's face totally changed as he recognized his son. Putting away his weapon, his face turned from pissed and ready to kill to pleasantly surprised and happy to see Carlos.

"Papi!" Carlos repeated before running to his dad and giving him a giant hug.

"What are you doing home? And how did you get in?" Mr. Garcia questioned, now confusion taking over his face.

"It's a long story," the black haired boy chuckled nervously, deciding to ignore the second question. "We're starved though. Is there anything to eat?"

"We?" It seemed like his dad just now noticed the taller, blonde boy in the back of the room who had a nervous smiles on his lips. His eyes brightened, "Kendall! It's good to see you again."

"Likewise," Kendall offered a polite smile. "Sorry to intrude your home."

"Don't worry about it!" Mr. Garcia grinned, "Come on downstairs, I'll make you two something to eat while you tell me your story."

"Okay," Carlos agreed quickly. "We'll be down in a bit, we just need to change."


Reaching his house, James jammed the door bell with a frozen finger. He watched his breath form a small white cloud in the cold air as he waited for someone to open the door. Although it was one in the morning, James knew that his older sister would probably be up pulling an all-nighter. He smirked evilly at the thought of her being freaked out at the sound of the bell, probably thinking that some creeper was at the door.

Thinking about his sister, James suddenly realized that he really was back. Back to the place that he tried to get out of so many times before. He began to grasp the fact that he truly did love his hometown, and that although it was no L.A., it was home.

The door was thrown open to reveal a brown haired, seventeen year old girl, who looked scared as hell, holding a baseball bat. "Who are you and what do you want?"

James rolled his eyes as he noticed that she wasn't wearing her glasses so she probably couldn't see well, "Ashley, chill, it's me, James."

"James?" Ashley brought the baseball bat down and raised an eyebrow at the boy. "Is that really you?"

"Yes," the brunette boy replied annoyed. "Now, let me in! It's freezing out here and this cold is ruining my skin!"

Shaking her head while mumbling under breath about how he hadn't changed at all, Ashley stepped to the side and allowed for James to push past her and into the warmth of his home.

"Home, sweet home," James smiled warmly as he slumped down onto the soft couch.

"I thought you hated Minnesota," Ashley crossed her arms as she sat down across from her brother. Her 'dorky', as James called them, glasses were on and she could see her brother clearly.

"It's weird," James spoke after thinking for a moment. His voice was calm and soft. It was the voice he used only when he was being solemn or when he was being serious. In this case, his sister assumed that it was both cases. "After coming back into this town and sitting here like I always used to, it makes me want to never leave."

Sensing the need to change the subject, Ashley gave her brother a warm, teasing, 'sister' smile, "So how are the boys?"

"Get ready for this," James sighed deeply as he thought of his best friends and what they were going through at the moment. "Logan's getting married, and Carlos, Kendall, and I stole a car."

"What?"

"Carlos, Kendall, and I stole a car."

"Not that!"

"Logan's getting married?" James raised an eyebrow, wasn't she at least a little surprised to hear that they stolen a car?

"WHAT!" Ashley was truly shocked. "Who's the girl? When's the wedding? Where's my invitation? That little ungrateful brat, not inviting me! And after I tutored him in math!"

James cut in, "You helped Carlos in math. Remember, Logan helped you in Pre-calculus."

"Whatever," Ashley completely ignored her brother's last words. "Tell me everything!"

"Fine," the brown haired boy rolled his eyes yet again, "but first you need to know that we're going to stop that wedding!"


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