Chapter Seven: Hospitals and Wax Houses
Kendall let out a breath of relief as soon as the doctor informed him James was awake and only had minor injuries, he really didn't want to loose his not-so-perfect job or be forever known as the guy who almost killed a celebrity. As much as he didn't care about how people think of him, it's a big problem when everyonestarts calling you a jerk.
He made his way to room 401, peeking through the rectangular glass window that was in between the hinges and the door handle. He saw James' body and sighed as he entered, not knowing what to say to the singer as soon as he saw him. But he decided to make it up on the spot, much like a lot of the other stuff he talked about.
"Hey, it's you!" James cheered, smiling lightly as Kendall sat down beside him.
"Why are you here Kendall? I really want to know who was douche bag that ran me over and splattered my mirror. That thing's been with me since the third grade, it's
a better friend than Carlos." James replied, shaking his head at the loss of his..inanimate best-friend.
"Uh...about that.."
"I swear, when I get my hands on that guy I'm going to kill him!" James replied, his rage practically bubbling out of his skin. It was getting really harder to tell James what
happened to him when he was unconscious, Kendall didn't expect him to be this angry. But how was he supposed to react when he was nearly killed by a random stranger? In Kendall's eyes, James the situation would've been easier on someone he looked up to. Like...a comb..or his mirror..
Kendall was nothing, he was some lonely bartender living with his just as lonely best friend in the middle of California. What guy, or girl could go for that? Before Kendall
could return his answer to James, someone in a black suit entered the room. Immediately taking off the glasses he was wearing and placing a suitcase on the table next
to the singer's bed.
"Kendall Knight?" James answered for him with a 'Yes' and his 'manager' supposedly nodded in reply.
"My name is Ron Stark, I'm James' manager." he replied. Kendall's imaginary body inside his head grinned and did a little happy dance in victory. See? I knew it..
His smile faded away when he gazed upon the paper in front of him, it was a restraining order. From James? Haha, like he'd ever be seen with this asshole anyway.
"A-A restraining order, really? Like I care."
"We're also suing you for 1 Million Dollars."
"WHAT?" James and Kendall shouted at the same time. They stared at each other once, before looking back at Ron.
"You? You ran me over? Wait...you?" James questioned, scratching the back of his head annoyingly before trying to recollect his thoughts. Kendall ran him over, but didn't
tell him. Why? And why would Kendall intentionally run him over just like that.
"Why did you run me over?"
"I didn't mean to!"
"How do you not mean to run into someone in the middle of a quiet road? There was plenty of room for you to move! That highway was wider than a playboy model's
breasts! Even I could've avoided running someone over, and I don't even have a license." James replied, but quickly took the last part of his statement back in embarassment.
"James, please. This has nothing to do with you." Ron and Kendall replied at the same time. James nodded, before quirking his eyebrow in confusion. Either the car
temporarily damaged his mind, or these guys were just being annoyingly weird.
"Y-You can't sue me? I don't have that kind of money!" Kendall shouted, getting up from his bed and trying to find a way out if this. How was he going to pay for that fee?
And why is James staring at him like he was some kind of Monster? Ok, he ran him over. But it was unintentional, like he mentioned.
"Well that's your problem." James replied, crossing his arms.
"Wait..why were you walking into the middle of the street in the first place?"
"How did you not see me in the first place?"
"Fuck." Kendall huffed in defeat, before taking the contract and making his way out of the hospital room. He fished out his phone, scrolling through his contacts before
finally spotting Logan's number in the 'L' section. He placed the phone against his ear, before Logan finally picked up.
"Hey Kendall." Logan replied happily. Kendall chucked at his friend's accent, how his 'e' sounded like an 'i.'
"Kendall, I'm really busy right now. If you don't have anything to say, I'm going to hang up." Logan replied quickly, knocking him out of his trance. Kendall quickly replied
at his friend, asking him for any places to get money fast. "I dunno..strip club?" Logan joked, chuckling lightly at his own joke.
"I'm being serious, I ran James over and I need a million dollars or it's jail for me!"
"Wait..you RAN JAMES DIAMOND OVER? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? This better not be a joke or-"
"It's not! I'm in trouble Logan, and I-
"Who ran over James?" Kendall quirked his eyebrow at the new voice coming from the small device..it almost sounded like..
"Carlos sssshhh...I'm trying to talk to Kendall." Logan scolded, causing the tan boy to quiet down and get closer to him. He felt a little uncomfortable at first, but smiled
as Carlos pressed their faces together slightly, trying to hear the phone conversation better from his spot. He had other reasons for snuggling into Logan's face, but
let's just leave that for now.
"Why is Carlos with you at Bits and Books?" Kendall questioned.
"Forget about that, let's just focus on your problem. Like how you're going to get 1 million freakin dollars!" Logan replied, quieting down as soon as people stared at him.
"I-I don't know.." Kendall said, letting out a shaky sigh.
For some reason, he stepped outside for a while. Drawn out by the sweet scent of baked cookies, it was a bad time to buy food right now. But who can resist cookies...
right? It's not that terrible to think about sweet treats at a time like this, it should be a good thing. As soon as he walked outside however, his face came into contact
with a flyer. He took it off his skin and stared at what it had to say.
"I-I'll call you back Logan. I think I have my answer." was all Kendall mumbled, before hanging up on his nerdy room mate. He ran towards Katie in the lobby, before
sending her home on a cab. It was extremely irresponsible for him to do, but he really needed to get that money. Fast. And he didn't want Katie's age slowing him down.
Bits and Books - 6:00PM
Logan stared at the half-asleep Latino, before getting up. Carlos had stayed with him and sat in the corner for the whole three hours, patiently waiting for him to finish
his shift. He collected his things, grabbing his grey hoodie and pulling it on himself and his house keys. Who's sound was loud enough to wake the dead as the clinking
of metal echoed throughout the room. He glanced at Carlos once, before the Latino stood up from his seat and got into a defensible position.
"Logan get down!" Carlos shouted, looking for anyone who was attacking his crush.
"Carlos, no one is going to kill me. Let's go, my shift is over." Logan replied, laughing at the ridiculous celebrity scratching his head in confusion.
"B-But..there was this sound-" Before Carlos was finished with his sentence, Logan interrupted by clinking his keys on his right hand. Causing the Latino to form an 'O' with his mouth. Carlos went for the door, opening it and gently pulling Logan outside and into the empty library. He didn't understand why the store ran so late, who would want a book at 12AM?
"Well, you went into the store the other day at 11:30 when we first met." Logan replied. Carlos blushed as soon as he realized he had said that out loud. Aplogizing for nothing.
"S'okay, you look tired. And I woke you up when you looked so peaceful."
"Were you staring at me when I was sleeping?" Carlos questioned, oblivious to the fact that his question was making Logan feel a little uncomfortable.
"Um no...you were just sleeping at my...staring spot?" Logan replied, his statement sounding more like a question to the outside listener.
"Haha..funny." Carlos chuckled, trying to get Logan out of his awkward position.
"So...are we getting in or what?" Logan asked, looking at the red convertible for a second and looking around the parking lot out of boredom. Carlos didn't reply, but
nervously unlocked the car with his keys and climbing in. He started the car, before heading off into the less busy area of California.
They finally arrived at Logan's quiet and nice apartment building, Carlos getting out first and guiding Logan out of the car like a gentleman. He remembered his mother
telling him to be nice around people and always keep his manners in check, because if you're nice to someone and respect them. They'll give it back.
Almost everyone he had dated didn't care about his manners, always jumping into flirting and tried to have sex with him. He had to admit it, Carlos has never had sex before. And a perverted side of him wanted to do it with Logan. He was knocked out of his thoughts as the elevator let out a happy 'ding.' Both him and Logan shuffled
out of the small metal box, before walking silently towards 2J. They stepped inside the apartment, noting the fact that no one was home.
"So...here we are." Logan broke the ice, sitting down on the couch with Carlos following closely after.
"Can we eat something Logie? I'm really hungry and I haven't eaten anything all day besides that Corndog from the mall." Carlos whined, looking at Logan with his
puppy dog eyes.
"Alright, what do you want to eat? I'm kind of hungry as well anyhow.." Logan replied, getting up from the couch.
"Got any pizza?" Carlos asked, shrugging his arms.
"Yeah I guess..let me check." Logan replied, walking towards the kitchen and opening the freezer. "Yep, we do. Pizza it is then." Logan said, taking the cold box of frozen
pizza and popping the opened food into the microwave and throwing the plastic into the bin.
"So...what do you do when you're bored?" Carlos asked, obviously trying to find something to do.
"I don't know what you like.."
"Do you have a gaming system? What about a laptop? Or-"
"I-I can't really afford any of those things, me and my phone against the world." Logan joked, fishing out his old and outdated phone in embarrassment. He had
enough money to buy himself a better one, but that money went towards the rent one day when Kendall's paycheck came late.
"S-Sorry..you're the host and I'm the guest.." Carlos replied, putting an arm around Logan as he sat down. "What do you want to do?"
"We could watch a movie...or TV."
"Let's watch a movie, I really don't want to see myself on the news right now."
"Alright, then." Logan smiled, getting up from the couch and opening the glass shelf sitting next to the TV. His 40 something flatscreen was the only piece of luxury that
he owned. He had a busted phone and some stereo he one in a contest. He envied the life Carlos lived, he could have anything he wanted...but love. He took a quick
scan of the shelf, picking out a scary movie and a romantic comedy.
"Which one?" Logan asked, holding one movie on each hand and quirking an eyebrow at Carlos.
"That one!" Carlos replied, pointing at his copy of 'House of Wax' that he had never watched before. He swallowed his spit, trying to hold back the jolt of fear that ran
across his spine and into his feet. He was never a fan of scary movies, but Carlos wanted to watch it. So he could hold out, just this once.
"Y-You sure? I mean it's pretty scary.." Logan replied.
"Yep, I can just hold onto you if I get scared right?" Carlos asked, smiling back at him. Oh great, he was afraid too. This was going to be a long night for the both of them.
Ooooh Logie and Carlitos watching 'House of Wax?' sounds familiar. And I wonder what little contest Kendall is going to enter? And why didn't he want Katie
there to see him? So many questions, so little time. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this 2,000 something worded chapter. I'm turning in for the night.
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