haha! good chapter! y'all are really gonna like this! "Believe in me. Help me believe in anything. 'Cause I wanna be someone who believes." ~Counting Crows, "Mr. Jones"
POV: Kendall Knight
The door opened, and a Latino face showed itself.
I seriously just about peed my pants.
"Kendall," it said.
I jumped up from the couch and ran to the kitchen. I grabbed a sharp knife and pointed it at what looked like Carlos. "Who are you?"
"Kendall, it's me, Carlos."
"No. You're… you're supposed to be dead. You're dead."
"I'm alive, Kendall. I'm back."
"You're lying!"
Logan ran out from around the corner. He stopped dead and smiled. "You're back."
"Try telling that to Kendall," 'Carlos' said. "He still thinks I'm dead."
"Kendall." Logan approached me, his hands out in caution. "It's really Carlos. He was never dead. I don't know how he did it, but he's back."
I lowered the knife a little bit. "Prove it."
"Prove it?"
"Prove that the body wasn't his, or that the thing standing there is really Carlos."
"Oh, so now I'm reduced to a thing?" Carlos asked.
I straightened up from my defensive position. "It really is you."
"That's what I've been trying to tell you! You never believe me!"
"Well, I believed you were dead, didn't I?"
"HOLY CRAP!" James showed up and threw something at Carlos' head. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"
"James, it's Carlos," Logan said.
"He's back," I added.
"He was never dead."
"And that was my mom's favorite lamp."