Author's Note: Another chapter within a couple of days! I want to thank all of the people who reviewed and its because of your awesome reviews that I decided to write another chapter. Also I might write another Carlos/Logan one shot so watch for it!

Disclaimer: I do not own BTR or anything else you might recognize, I only my own OCs and the plot.

Chapter 7: Making up?

Carlos POV

I raced through the streets once again, this time heading toward my Logan. The usually busy streets were oddly quiet and the night owls must have decided to stay inside tonight. One leg after another pounded the pavement and pushed me closer to the one place I wanted to be. In bed with Logan Mitchell. I turned the corner and smiled, the Palmwoods entrance was just a few buildings away.

I burst through the front door and ignored a yelling Bitters. I ran up the stairs tripping a few times before I got to the right floor. I stood outside the door catching my breath, 'I gotta get more exercise.' I told myself. I opened the door to complete chaos, not the regular mess, it looked like a tornado went to town in here. Carefully stepping over the chair, tripping on the lamp cord and almost coliding with the table. I wondered what the hell happened and made my way to my bedroom. I opened it to find Logan sitting up reading another book, this time something about plants or I think it was about plants.

"Hey." He said not looking up from the book. Was he still mad? I thought he said we would talk when I got home. I opened my mouth to ask him what was wrong when he started.

"Who is Dave?" I stared at him before realizing what he was talking about, "Someone named Dave called and asked for Carlos. He sounded disapointed when I told him Carlos wasn't here."

I laughed at the fact Logan was jealous over a friend. I kept on laughing until I felt a hard object hit me in the chest. He threw his book at me and it hurt. I picked it up and handed it to him, sitting down next to him on his bed.

"Dave is just a friend. He helped me after, well, you know. Anyway, I made a deal with him." Logan's face looked scary because he was glaring at me with daggers in his eyes, "Not that kind of deal, who do you think I am?"

"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" A mad Logan should never be messed with unless you don't like your sanity. "Apparently I am dating a lying cheat. Unless you can talk your way out of this."

"I cried at the malt shop and he came over with his boyfriend and tried to make me feel better. So I told him I would tell him what happened if he bought me a malt." I should have phrased that better because Logan's face looked scarier. "What I meant was, my malt had melted so I would tell him if he bought me another. Anyway, he is a huge fan of our music so I offered to sign something but then you called."

Logan didn't say anything for a while, I started to wonder if he wasn't mad at me anymore. I sighed and he snapped out of his train of thought. He looked at me and smiled brightly and that was all I needed.

"Ok, I am sorry. I didn't mean any of it. I do want a future with you, I wasn't thinking." Logan apologized. I tackled him, pinned him and nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck. I mumbled an apology into his shoulder to which he whispered, "I forgive you." I kissed him on the lips and his face reddend as he moaned into the kiss. We rearranged ourselves so that we could cuddle. I swear Logan is like a big fluffly teddy bear always warm, soft, and cute. I wrapped my arms around his waist, falling asleep listening to his steady breathing while smiling like a mad man.


Logan POV

Mornings were my favorite time of day. I could relax without distractions like James freaking out about a zit, Kendall trying to plan another fruitless scheme or Carlos being well, Carlos. He could be distraced by absoutely anything, a kitten, bubbles or a lonely cloud in the sky. I woke up next to my sweet ball of energy and wished mornings like these could last forever. I watched him sleep and smiled whenever he moved or mumbled something in his sleep. I quietly made my way to the kitchen resuming my usual morning routine, making breakfast.

I felt like making my special sausage patties, the recipe handed down through my family. I knew that Carlos loved it and the others would have to deal with it if they didn't. I pulled the ground beef out of the fridge and the spices from the cabinet. I started mixing the meat with the spices with my bare hands adding onions along with some oil. I started up a skillet with butter and placed the six patties inside. I washed my hands and thought about another dish just in case the other guys didn't like it, not everyone does. I found a bag of frozen breakfast mix in the freezer and decided to make it. Within a few minutes of cooking the meat Carlos ran into the kitchen.

"It is? Really?" He sounded like a child on Christmas morning. I nodded and he hugged me so tightly that I couldn't breathe.

"Yes, now...let...me go...can't...breathe." I said trying to breathe without much success. He let me go and I resumed cooking, flipping the patties, and stirring the mix. I turned to see Carlos staring at me with an awe struck look on his face.

"What? Is there something on my back?" I asked trying to look and failing miserably.

"Yeah there is something on your back." He said not moving.

"Well what is it?" Me being my paranoid self had to either get it off or at least see what it was.

"Me." With that he hugged me from behind and sighed contently. I smiled at this and forgot about cooking, Big Time Rush, and everything else. All that mattered at this moment was Carlos. I turned to face him without breaking the hug and kissed him passionately. The sound of frying meat and sizzling potatoes and other vegies faded into a comfortable buzz. A blaring noise interrupted the best moment of my life, poping grease. I pulled away and flipped the patties and shook the mix up.

"Logie, I was trying to be romantic! And you left me to do what, cook food." Carlos whined even though he was smiling.

"You don't mind. I hardly ever make this and you love it." I laughed putting the dishes away from last night.

"I do, and I love you. Oh. What the hell happened here last night?" Carlos must have been talking about the messy, no trashed living room.

"Kendall and James with the hockey stick in the living room." I said smiling. I turned off the burners and plated the food. "Can you find some chairs while I go wake everyone up?"

I left Carlos looking for the chairs that were not around the dining room table. I knocked on Kendall and James door and peered inside. I saw Kendall on the floor while James looked like he was going to fall off the bed.

"Breakfast!" I announced to my sleeping friends. They shot up and stumbled into each other before rushing out the door. I knocked on Katie's door and thats all it took for her to get up. I did the same for Mrs. Knight and made my way back to the living room. Carlos had found six random chairs and decided to use them. I grabbed all six plates and brought them to the table.

"What happened boys?" Mrs. Knight asked in a half pissed half asleep tone.

A/N: Ohh! How will Mrs. Knight punish Kendall and James? Review and find out! Also, any OOC-ness is my fault, I have trouble writing IC. Have a wonderful Wednesday!~RAY~