I have to say I am really sorry about the slow updates.
First of all, I rewrote this chapter at least four times. I don't know, it was really hard for me for some reason.
BUT, I am posting it now, right?
I didn't proofread it because I actually got something and I wanted to post this as soon as possible! :)
So excuse me if I made any spelling/grammatical errors.
And something something happens in this chapter...
Enjoy!
(In Carlos' P.o.V.)


It was 3:24 PM, and Logan should be here soon. I occupied myself with that Spanish drama again as I waited for him to arrive. Although I must say, the soap was quite entertaining. Just as I was getting caught up with Maria and Juan's forbidden romance, the door swung open and in stepped my love clad in a crisp white coat. He looked hot.

"Hello Carlos," he greeted, uninterested as he marked something off on his clipboard he carries around now. "How are you today?"

"Okay," I said, switching the TV off. "You forgot to give me my meds yesterday."

I tried to stop myself from giggling when I saw the volunteer stiffen and clear his throat.

"Right, I'm sorry," he said softly, setting the clipboard and pencil down next to the sink. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," I shrugged, sighing. "Hungry. Bored. In dire need to relieve my bladder."

"Jeez, that's quite enough details Carlos," the brainiac quickly cut in before I could continue.

I laughed. He's so cute when he's uncomfortable.

"I'll get your pain killers. You only need one pill now, is that right?"

I nodded proudly, beaming. "I can leave in a week or so."

"Yup. All Dr. Bass needs to do is check that your wounds are healing properly and that you're healthy, and you're free to go."

I pumped my fist into the air. "Yes! I miss school."

He smiled politely and fled the room to get my meds. A few minutes later, he sauntered back in with a pill bottle in one hand and the cap in the other. He took out one and handed it to me, along with a plastic cup full of water. I downed it and set it onto the swing-out table beside me.

"Logan, do you like to sing?" I asked inquisitively.

He gave me an odd look. "Uh, sure. So we're going to need to test—"

"Hush," I interrupted, holding my index finger up in the air. "I have more questions to ask you."

"I think the questions from yesterday were quite enough," the pale brunette murmured, slightly turning pink.

"Hush," I repeated, louder. "So you like to sing. What's your favorite song?"

"Carlos I really think—" he began, but I didn't give him the chance to finish.

"What. Is. Your. Favorite. Song?" I questioned again, enunciating every word.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Um, Blackbird by the Beatles. I like classics, I guess. I don't see why this matters."

"It matters because you need to know the song you're going to sing for me," I answered in a 'duh' tone.

He crinkled his nose. "What? I'm not going to sing for you."

"Why not? I'm your patient, Logie, so you have to. You're supposed to tend to my every need."

"Don't call me Logie," he snapped. "I hate that nickname. And actually, I'm supposed to tend to your every medical need."

"I like that nickname, Logie, so I'll call you Logie. And it is a medical need. If you don't, I'll die from heart failure."

Logan glared at me. "Don't call me Logie, and you're not going to."

I dramatically clutched my heart.

"OH LOGIE, WOE IS ME~!" I theatrically wailed as loud as possible.

"Carlos!" he harshly whispered, running up to me. "Please be quiet!"

"I AM PERISHING AS WE SPEAK!" I threw my head back onto my pillow and pulled him in roughly by his coat collar. "I. AM. PERISHING! WHY MUST FATE BE SO CRUEL~?"

"Carlos!" Logan whispered again, trying to pry my hands off of his coat. "Stop that."

"DO YOU HEAR THAT, NURSES?" I yelled, facing the open door. People passing by stopped to check out what was going on. "LOGIE MITCHELL WON'T SING ME A SONG, EVEN WHEN I'M ABOUT TO DIE!"

The aspiring doctor chuckled nervously and waved at the onlookers. "Nothing to see here! Just… a crazy boy… Okay you can leave now!"

He turned back to me, anger clouding up his beautiful brown eyes as he stared daggers. "Carlos, please shut up."

"Or what?" I scoffed, quirking an eyebrow.

"Or I'll—"

"Excuse me, what's all the commotion about?"

We turned to see an elder nurse at the doorway, scowling.

"Sorry, my patient was just being difficult," Logan apologized quickly.

"I wasn't being difficult," I defended. "He wouldn't sing for me."

She shot us perplexed looks and I could tell she didn't give a rat's butt. "Can you please keep it quiet?"

"No, not unless he sings," I demanded.

She sighed. "You, go sing for him so he'll shut up. Just don't make me come back here again."

She closed the door as she left and I turned back to see Logan about to hit me.

"You heard the woman," I said, smiling and batting my lashes innocently.

He narrowed his eyes at me and snorted, "I'm not going to sing for you."

"OH WOE IS—"

He slapped a hand over my mouth. "Sh! Fine, I'll sing, damn it!"

I smirked and he removed his hand from my face and took a seat.

"Go," I grunted.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head slowly at me, murdering me with his eyes. Eh, I was used to it.

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life you were only waiting for this moment to arise," he sang softly, gradually growing louder. He occasionally looked my way to try to read my expression, but I was good at keeping my poker face.

He paused to clear his throat, and then continued. "Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these sunken eyes and learn to see. All your life you were only waiting for this moment to be free. Blackbird, blackbird fly, into the night of the dark black night."

"Um, yeah, and that's pretty much it," he meekly said, voice shaking a bit.

I remained silent for a bit, just to make him awkward and uneasy.

"That was…"

I paused for a long time.

"Spit it out!"

"That was amazing," I finally said, grinning. "You're really talented."

He blushed and stood up. "No I'm not."

"You are!" I swore. "You're like, perfection."

Logan scoffed lightly. "How so?"

"You're smart, cute, and super talented at singing. I mean, your hair looks great, even when you don't do anything to it. Your dimples are so adorable I'd do anything to get to see them. Your eyes—man, your eyes—it's like I can get lost into it."

He looked at me, shocked. He swallowed, but didn't say anything.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is…" I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "I like you."

I opened one eye and Logan was just frozen, eyes widened and jaw dropped.

"Yeah, no it's okay. I just confessed my feelings and you're looking at me like I'm some alien. No big deal," I sarcastically said, finding sudden interesting in my fingernails.

"I-I don't know what to say," he finally spoke, looking at his feet. "I'm flattered, but…"

"It's fine," I sighed. "I'm used to it. I've heard it all before. Whatever, it's fine."

As soon as I was getting hopeful… Ugh. Maybe I wasn't meant to have a boyfriend. I was meant to be forever alone wasn't I? It wasn't fair! I really thought that maybe Logan did like me. Imagination got the best of me.

"Fine doesn't really mean anything," Logan said hoarsely, edging closer to me. "You're cute and all, but…"

"I'm not your type? It's not me, it's you?" I finished for him. "I know. You're like, the third person who's said that to me."

I fought tears and swallowed hard.

"So all the questions… was that flirting?" he asked, tilting my head up so I was looking at him.

I nodded slightly. "Yeah. I know, pathetic right? And the worst part? I thought you actually maybe liked me."

He stayed quiet as he fumbled with the hem of his shirt nervously, causing me to raise an eyebrow and my lips to curl up in a smirk.

"Wait… do you?"

His eyebrows shot up. "N-no… why would you think that? I told you, you're not my type, and I'm sorry."

"Then kiss me," I bravely said. "If you don't like me, kiss me."

"What?" He jumped onto his feet. "No!"

"What are you scared of?" I teased, raising an eyebrow. "If you don't like me, you'll just give me a quick peck."

He groaned and sat back down. "I can't believe I'm about to do this."

I closed my eyes and puckered my lips. He sighed and leaned in, lips crashing onto mine. I don't know about him, but damn! Sparks were flying all over the motherfreakin' place! In all honesty, I thought he was going to pull away as soon as half a second was over, but he didn't. I moved my lips a bit, and he reciprocated. As things were getting heated, he pulled away and wiped his mouth, trying to hide his flushed face.

"S-see? N-nothing," he croaked, voice faltering.

I laughed. "No need to be ashamed. I felt sparks too."

"Well, I didn't," the taller said, still refusing to meet my eyes. "I have to go."

Before I could call him back, he left the room. I exhaled loudly and wiped my sweating forehead. Now the difficult part? Getting Logan to admit he likes me.


Now I hate to be a meanie, but next chapter will most likely not be Cargan.
I need to add some Kames into this, so it will be a Kames chapter.
Then it'll be in Logan's P.o.V.
I hope you liked it. :'D
It's not perfect, but it's something, and something is better than nothing.
Tell me what you think is going to happen~.

OH, and if you didn't already, check out my new Kames story called "I Don't Know Ya." :D
Yes, it has Cargan in it for all you Cargan fluff lovers. :3
Check it out! Or not! Idk, it's up to you.