A/N: Hey guys. So finally here's more story! It's been a looonggg time! So I got no ideas from you guys, so i don't know if that means you guys just dont have any or you're done with this strory. Please let me know. I don't want to waist my time writting somethings no ones reading. This is my favorite story, but if no one is reading it, then it's not worth writing.

Also the whole Kendall getting drunk for his birthday lastnight: There's no evidence that they were drunk. But, if the were, they are legally allowed to drink. I do however think they should've done it somewhere more private where pictures wouldn't be floating around the internet. But it's their choice. Anyway sorry for the little rant. On to the story ^.^

Carlos glanced at his phone. Shit. He should've left twenty minutes ago. He looked toward Logan and James who were snuggled up together on James' hospital bed. James was silently kissing Logans head and rubbing his back, while Logan was quietly snoring with his head buried in his boyfriends chest. Carlos cleared his throat.

"I have to go, but I'll be back later. Get some rest." he said quietly to James. James nodded and gave the Latino boy a small wave. Carlos waved back before he exited the room. Carlos took a few deep breaths and checked his phone again. He was going to pay for being late. He quickly rushed out of the hospital and jumped into his car. He sped out of the parking lot and down the street. Carlos gripped the wheel tightly as he pulled into an isolated alley. He stepped out of his car.

"You're late Carlos."


Kendall woke up. He looked around the waiting room to see a few people sleeping in their own chairs. He sighed. He kind of wished Carlos would be next to him. He really needed someone to talk to. His nap hadn't cleared his head like he thought it would.

Kendall stood up as started walking towards James' room. When he reached the door he peered inside. He found Logan and James comfortably sleeping next to each other, but no sign of Carlos.

Confused as to where the Latino might be, Kendall left the hospital and searched the parking lot. Carlos' car was no where to be seen. Defeated, Kendall found his own car and slid into the drivers seat. He checked the time, 12:00 A.M. Kendall wasn't sure if it was the day after James' accident, or two days. It really didn't matter though. He started the car and drove around, until he found a bar. He walked inside and handed the bartender his fake id. Though the man looked skeptical, he still asked the blonde what he would like to drink. Kendall contemplated the question for a moment. He thought about just ordering a beer and leaving, but he quickly dismissed the thought. He was going to need something a lot stronger than beer to get all the mess off his mind.

"Ill have a scotch." Kendall replied firmly, trying to keep up his 'older-than-21' façade.

"Are you sure about that buddy?" the bartender asked.

"Yes, and keep them coming." The bartender simply nodded and poured the blonde his drink.


"I know I'm late, just tell me what you need." Carlos demanded as he approached a dark haired man.

"I need you to run something for me. Take it to the Boro and give it to the man in the green sweater." the dark haired man told Carlos as he threw a gym bag at him.

"Is that all Jett?" Carlos asked rather impatiently.

"Don't forget my money." Dak growled.

"I never do." Carlos replied pointedly before he turned around and headed back to his car.


A half-hour later, Kendall was already shit faced. He slid off his stool deciding he had had enough to drink and was ready to leave. Just as he was turning around he bumped into a rather large and just as equal drunken man.

"Watch where you're going eyebrows!" the man yelled before turning back to his drink.

"Why don't you watch your weight." the blonde muttered back smartly. Unfortunately the heavy man heard Kendall.

"Excuse me punk? What did you say?" the man asked.

"I don't know, maybe if you would stop chomping away on those pretzels you would hear me." Kendall retorted. The man glared at Kendall furiously. Out of no where Kendall felt a sharp pain across his cheek. Kendall laid on the ground as the man stood above him and continuously hit him. The blonde groaned in pain, but he quickly came to his senses and punched the man in the nose. The man cried out in pain. Kendall stood up and proceeded to kick the man where it would hurt the most. The burly man roared in pain. A stream of cuss words flowing out of his mouth. Kendall smiled. He had won a bar fight. Kendall chuckled as he stumbled his way out of the bar and towards his car.


Carlos drove around LA. He wasn't going anywhere particular, he was just driving. He was always told to just drive around for an hour before dropping off the gym bag, and that's exactly what Carlos did. He just drove, and drove, and drove...


Kendall hiccuped as he found his car. He struggled to fit his key into the lock. Maybe he shouldn't drive...

Kendalls face smashed against his car window. The back of his head throbbed, and he could feel something wet and sticky oozing down the back of his neck. He used all his strength to turn around. He found the heavyset man from the bar standing behind him brandishing a baseball bat.

"Not so cocky now, huh kid?" the man yelled as he his Kendalls car with the bat. Kendall winced as the man continued to break every single window including the windshield. The man then proceeded to bust the headlights and taillights, before leaving a few rather large dents in the car.

"Maybe next time you'll think before you speak." the man laughed. He spit in Kendalls face before heading back into the bar. Kendall groaned and slowly slid to the ground. Alcohol mixed with a possible concussion was not a good idea.

Kendall slowly pulled his phone out of his pocket and called on the only person who was on his side at the moment.


Ten minutes left. Carlos had ten minutes left of pointless driving, before he had to deliver the gym bag to the man in the green sweater. The Latino was just about to make his seventh right turn when his phone rang.

"Hello?" he asked without looking at the caller id.

"Hey Carlitos...*hiccup*... I really...need a ride..." Kendalls voice echoed from the other end of the line.

"Kendall, where are you?" Carlos asked worried.

"Some bar...*hiccup*...by the hospital. This dude...and I...got into a bar fight..." Kendalls voice faded away.

"Hang on Kendall, ill be right there!" Carlos made a sharp U-turn and started heading back towards the hospital.

He soon found the bar. Kendall was lying on the ground beside his car looking rather...dead.

"Kendall?" Carlos asked kneeling next to the said boy. The blonde slowly opened his eyes and peered up at Carlos. Carlos breathed a sigh of relief. Though he wasn't very strong, Carlos some how managed to carry Kendalls body and put him in the passenger seat. Carlos huffed and puffed as he slid into the drivers seat and checked the time. He had five minutes until he was to hand over the gym bag. He glanced over at Kendall to find the boys eyes closed. With the nasty bump on Kendalls head, maybe he shouldn't be sleeping... Carlos just shrugged his shoulders. Kendall had a hard head, he's sure the blonde will be fine. Besides its better that Kendall doesn't see where they are going. Carlos put the car into drive and quickly drove to the Boro.


When Carlos reached his designation he quickly jumped out of the car and ran inside. He found the man in the green sweater sitting at a table in a secluded section. Carlos walked by him skillfully dropping off the gym bag while picking up an identical gym bag that was laying in the chair across from him. As soon as the transaction was over, Carlos rushed back to the car. He pulled a wad of cash out of the gym bag and counted it, making sure Jett wasn't getting ripped off. Once he was sure it was all there, he raced back to the alley.

"Merry Christmas Dak." Carlos threw the wad of cash at the man.

"I assume you already took your cut from here?" Dak asked holding up the wad he had just been given.

"You bet your ass I did." Carlos replied slickly as he got back into his car. Glanced over at Kendall one last time making sure he was still asleep, before he finally made his way back to the hospital. No need for Kendall to find out his little secret...

A/N: So I hope this some what makes up for the long wait. I'd love some feedback and ideas. Should I keep writing this story?