WHO JUST SAW BIG TIME SUPER HEROES? WHO LOVED IT! I DID! I was such a fangirling mess the whole time ^_^ but I loved every part of it! I especially loved how they brought back so much from the first season =) I will forever love Big Time Rush. I also really liked the comic book like part when they were playing "Blow Your Speakers Out"
I have so many things planned for the rest of this story ^_^ they will be both shocking and heart breaking.
Late the next morning Kendall parked his truck in the parking lot in front of the PalmWoods after hours of driving. He was so tired. He hadn't slept in days and drove for what seemed like forever. His head hurt so badly. He was in the middle of a major traffic jam halfway back home. His brain told him to sleep but he refused. There was absolutely no time to sleep. He trudged into the lobby where Mr. Bitters was eating French fries at the front desk.
"Kendall," the fat man spoke up "I haven't seen your friends all week. What are you all up to?"
Kendall slowly turned around and faced Mr. Bitters, looking at him with tired eyes. "I wish I could tell you Mr. Bitters, sir, but I can't." he told him.
Mr. Bitter looked at Kendall confused. "Okay… well, where were you headed yesterday that could've had you gone for the whole day?"
"I really can't tell you. If I could, I really would," Kendall said miserably then walked away.
"Have a PalmWoods day," Kendall heard Bitters say suspiciously as he got into the elevator. The doors closed and he leaned against the wall. He thought about how he'd get the $39,300 he needed to come up with.
He returned to his apartment and first thing he did was head to the kitchen. He opened the cabinet where the coffee beans were kept. He needed coffee, lots and lots of coffee. As the coffee brewed he took a seat at the table and rested his head in his hands. He continued to think of a way to come up with money.
Kendall tried to keep his eyes open, but it was so hard. He thought if he'd just close his eyes just while the coffee was brewing he wouldn't be so tired. But of course, he fell asleep and started to dream. He dreamt that he was back in Minnesota, with his friends, and they were all seven again.
Kendall was with Logan, James and Carlos at his old house. They were playing in the backyard on Kendall's jungle gym.
"You can't catch meee!" little James's voice echoed as he ran away from Logan. Kendall watched both boys giggle while he swung then he turned his attention to Carlos who was about to go down the swirly slide. He slapped his helmet twice for good luck and let out a loud and fierce battle cry.
"Nah nah nah nah nah!" James cried again, turning Kendall's attention back to James and Logan. He laughed when James had tripped over his own two feet and landed in the grass. Just as Logan was about to place his hand on James, they all heard a cry come from Carlos.
They looked over at the little Latino and saw him face down in the grass by the slide. Kendall jumped off his swing and sat next to Carlos.
"Owie!" Carlos's voice echoed, as tears started to run down his face. He sat up and cradled his arm against his chest. "I hurt myself," Carlos's sad voice echoed.
Logan looked at little Carlos sadly and walked over to him. He knelt down next to Carlos in the grass and looked at his arm, it just had a small bruise. "You're okay," Logan said. He leaned forward and wrapped Carlos in a big bear hug. A smile spread across Carlos's face and both boys got up. James got off the ground too then they all started to chase each other around the yard happily again...
The longer James, Carlos and Logan stayed in that cell the more depressed and scared they all started to feel. It'd been a while since Wayne-Wayne came by to torture them but they didn't think it had really stopped. They were given apples and water every so often, by the goons, but it didn't satisfy their empty stomachs one bit. They still growled and rumbled aggressively, it was almost painful.
Carlos spent the majority of the time sleeping. He just wanted to be better or at home where it was warmer and cozier. He showed every sign of being seriously ill. When he hacked and coughed he sounded like a sick old man. He'd explode any minute now, he was almost sure of it. Carlos was lying on his dirty cot with his two dirty blankets pulled up to his chin.
"How are you feeling buddy?" Logan asked softly.
"Sleepy…" Carlos said tiredly.
"But you just woke up, didn't you?" James asked. Carlos simply nodded.
Logan walked over to the cot and placed his hand on Carlos's forehead. "Holy crap, your fever seems really high."
"Will I live Logan?" Carlos asked weakly.
Logan was a little hesitant to answer Carlos's question "… Yeah, you're going to live, buddy. I promise we all will."
Carlos closed his eyes and snuggled under the blankets. Just when it seemed like Carlos was going to fall asleep he got into a coughing fit. Logan and James were alarmed by the sudden coughing. James quickly went to sat Carlos up and patted his back. "Let it out Carlos," he said. Carlos kept coughing and soon he was hacking. They were all scared, especially Carlos. He looked like he was starting to have trouble breathing and tears were running down his flushed face.
Carlos's coughing continued on for a while until a tiny burp came out of nowhere and the coughing ceased. He leaned against James and tried to catch his breath. "I want to go home," Carlos sobbed while panting. James did his best to comfort Carlos by pulling him into his lap and rubbing his back.
Logan felt scared then suddenly mad. He walked to the cell door and gripped the bars. "WAYNE-WAYNE!" he cried loudly, startling the other two "LET US OUT!" there wasn't an answer. Logan slammed his hand on the bars and walked back to the bed. "This is ridiculous,"
Carlos looked up at James after he caught most of his breath. "James," he panted "You're face is all wishy-washy,"
"What?" James asked alarmed.
"Pale. You're getting all pale and wishy-washy." Carlos repeated and crawled out of James's lap.
James covered his face with his hands and shrieked. "That's because there isn't any sun here! I need to tan!"
Logan squinted his eyes and stared long and hard at James's face. It, indeed, seemed paler than it was before. James's face didn't have the tan, natural glow it always had. "James, you look like you're getting sick,"
"It's not that I'm getting sick! It's because I haven't tanned in who knows how long! I'm James David Diamond! I don't get sick!"
"James, you're getting sick! I'm getting sick too! I told you get we'd get sick!" Logan shouted. He walked towards James and grabbed his arm. He gently tried to assist him to the bunk bed while doing his best to ignore James's struggling.
"Let go of me!" he demanded and twisted his arm away from Logan's grasp. James slapped Logan upside the head. Logan returned the slap to James arm.
"Guys!" Carlos warned. They ignored him. James and Logan kept slapping each other until slapping turned into wrestling on the floor. "Stop! Stop it! Stop! STOP!" Carlos cried. He got off the bed in an attempted to separate them but was kicked in the stomach by one of their feet. The boy stumbled back to the cot, gripping his stomach, and started to cry. He didn't like seeing best friends fight.
Carlos didn't understand why someone could be so cruel. Growing up his dad and brother always taught him that there was good in everyone, but he didn't see one bit of good in Wayne-Wayne. Nothing but sin. He hated the sin in Wayne-Wayne. But maybe there was good way deep down in Wayne-Wayne, Carlos would just have to find it. He promised himself next time Wayne-Wayne came by to taunt them he'd try to find the good in him and maybe he'd let them out. What did he have to loose?
A/N: You guys probably want to know why Bitters would give a crap about whether they're there or not. Well, basically, he noticed that it was very quiet at the PalmWoods and wanted to know what was going on. I mean, wouldn't you notice if there weren't any explosions, parties, or chaos happening all of the sudden?
