I do plan to make a sequel. This story is situated around the first album, BTR. The sequel will be centered on the second album, Elevate. The threequel will be (if it's out at the time) their third album.

The first set of italicized text is a flashback.

Time skip: 9:30 AM the next morning

P.O.V.: Carlos Garcia

"Carlos… Carlos… CARLOS!"

"Huh? What? Oh, it's just you," I said, snapping out of my dreams.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Krystye said, placing her hands on her hips.

"Sorry, I was dreaming of something, and I thought someone else was waking me up," I explained. She raised an eyebrow.

"You're cute when you're even the slightest bit angry," I said. She smiled and kissed my cheek.

"Last night, I got bored, so I went out. Yes, I woke up and left you. I bought Santa hats and glitter glue. I wrote our names on each one! Here is yours!" Krystye said, placing a hat on my head. I took it off to look at it. It had my name in gold glitter written on the white fuzzy part, and on the side, she had written 'C + K 4-ever' in silver glitter. I turned to look at her, and she had on one with her name on it in green glitter, with 'C + K 4-ever' written in gold glitter.

"Do you like it?" Krystye asked.

"No," I said. Krystye started to pout.

"I don't like it. I love it!" I said. Krystye then had a huge smile on her face that reached her beautiful brown eyes. Well, today, they were brown. Yesterday, they were green. She always tells us that if her eyes turn black, get the hell away. I've only seen her eyes black once, and that was two years ago.

"Come on, baby! Can't you just go out with me on one date?" the big guy, Brick, said.

"I said no!" Krystye said fiercely. That's when, as Krystye turned around, Brick grabbed her butt. Krystye's eyes turned black and she was practically fuming. James, Logan, Kendall, and I backed off, scared for our lives. She turned around and punched Brick in the face, knocking him out and giving him one hell of a black eye. She turned around, grabbing us by our shirt collars and walking to our next class.

"You were mean freshman year," I said.

"Oh, really? Yeah, I agree with that, especially when I punched that guy Brick out that one day," Krystye said.

"I was just thinking about that," I said.

"Now can we not think about it?" she asked. I nodded.

"Of course," I said.

"Your eyes are a beautiful shade of brown today," I said. She then noticed her outfit, sweatpants and a bra. She blushed.

"Oh, come on, I've seen you in less than that," I said. She gently smacked my shoulder. I grabbed one of my shirts. She took off her hat, and I slipped the shirt over her head and onto her torso.

"You just like seeing me in your clothes, huh?" she asked.

"Of course I do, but that's not the only reason I let you borrow a shirt," I said. There was a knock on the door.

"Sorry to disturb you, but Gustavo wants you guys there NOW, in your practice clothes!" Logan said through the door.

"I'm in mine," Krystye said. She helped me get dressed like I had with her. I helped her with her bandanna, and she placed my helmet on my head.

"I think the helmet is sexy," she said. I blushed, smiling.

"So's the bandanna," I said. She blushed, smiling. We left the room and Logan raised an eyebrow at Krystye's shirt.

"Shirt's just a little big," Logan said.

"It's my shirt," I said.

"Oh. Well, let's go to the studio. James, Kendall, hurry up!" Logan shouted. The two boys mentioned came dashing out. Logan drove the car to the studio.

"Guys, I don't have Carlos and Krystye's duet quite ready yet. So, let's run Worldwide," Gustavo said.

We ran the song, and Gustavo seemed impressed.

"Krystye's vocals are doing better than normal. What are you doing to improve?" Gustavo said.

"I stopped drinking Starbucks?" she said.

"Hm… That is a small factor… Hey, what are you guys doing? Pay attention!" Gustavo said as he caught Krystye and me kissing. We didn't catch what he was saying the first time, but when James tapped us on the shoulder, we separated.

"Okay, guys, please stop getting distracted! Okay, now, let's run Famous!" Gustavo said. We did, and James' voice cracked on the lowest part of his solo. Gustavo stopped us.

"What was that, James?" Gustavo said.

"Sorry, my voice just cracked. That's all," James said.

"Don't let it happen again. Now, let's run some dance moves!" Gustavo said.

"Sorry, it hasn't been a week since our hospital visit," Logan said. Krystye nodded. She suddenly closed her eyes tight and gripped her head. I looked over at Logan, and he was doing the same thing. They both wavered on their feet, and Krystye opened her eyes to look around.

"Kendall, why are there two of you?" she asked. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her knees buckled. I ran to catch her. I looked over to Logan, and Kendall had caught him.

"Again?" James asked. He dialed 911 on his phone.

"Yes, we have two Caucasian teens, one male, one female, both seventeen, passed out at Rocque Records. I haven't checked," James said. He ran over to Krystye first. He checked her pulse.

"Slow pulse," he checked her breathing, "and shallow breathing on the girl." He went over to Logan.

"Same condition with the boy," he said into the phone. "Yes, I'll stay on the line." I gently laid her down on the floor. Kendall saw this and did the same with Logan.

"Guys, an ambulance is on the way," James said. A few minutes later, four men came in and placed Krystye and Logan on gurneys.

"I want to ride in the ambulance with them!" I said.

"Sorry, there's no room. You'll have to meet us at the hospital," the EMT said.

"Why does my talent keep getting hospitalized?" Gustavo said in frustration.

"We need to go to the hospital," Kendall said. Gustavo offered to drive, and we agreed. We piled into the car, and Gustavo drove to the hospital.

"Let me guess. Mitchell?" the receptionist said. We nodded frantically.

"Room 217 for Logan and 218 for Krystyna," she said. We hurried to the rooms. I went to Krystye's room, even though everyone else went to see Logan. I saw her pale figure lying on that hospital bed, and my heart broke.

"Carlos?" a feminine voice asked. I thought it was Krystye at first, until I analyzed the voice. It wasn't Krystye's voice. I turned around, and the nurse was there.

"You scared me," I said.

"Sorry," she apologized.

"Are you her nurse?" I asked.

"Yes. I assume you're her… boyfriend?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"How'd you know my name?" I asked.

"Krystyna is mumbling in her sleep about her Carlos Dulce. Plus, her pocketbook fell out of her pocket and opened to a picture of you. She wrote your name across the bottom of the photo," she said.

"So, what's wrong with her?" I asked.

"Dehydration and stress on her muscles. She's being overworked. Maybe if she relaxed a little, then she'd stop fainting so much," the nurse said.

"Thank you," I said. I walked over to my sleeping beauty and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Mi Carlos Dulce… Sweet Carlos…" Krystye mumbled in her sleep. She must be dreaming about me.

"Te amo, Carlos," she said. She woke up a minute later.

"Carlos!" she said happily, and reached out, wanting me to hug her. I obliged happily.

"You're awake!" I said happily.

"What happened?" she asked.

"You just passed out at Rocque Records," I said. The nurse left at that point.

"Oh…" she said. She held one hand out, and I had no idea what it was for.

"Come here," she said.

"I'm here."

"Closer." I moved in a little.

"Closer." I leaned down some towards her.

"Closer." I leaned down, and she hugged me. I kissed her on the cheek, but when I pulled away, she placed her free hand on the back of my neck.

"Come on, enough teasing, kiss me already," she said. I smiled and kissed her on the lips. After a couple of minutes of us kissing, I heard someone clear their throat. We broke the kiss to see James, Kendall, Gustavo, and Kelly at the door.

"Logan wants to come see you, but when he tried to stand, he fell back down. The nurses had to get him back up. He claims to be severely light-headed," Kendall said.

"I want to go see him," Krystye said. I helped her try to stand, but her knees buckled underneath her, and I had to catch her.

"Okay, Krystye, back in bed," I said.

"I want to see my brother!" she whined like a small child.

"Not right now. You're having issues staying upright," I said.

"Well, I'm going back to the studio to work on the duet," Gustavo said. Kelly smiled, pointed in Gustavo's direction, waved goodbye, and followed the large man.

"We're gonna leave you two alone," James said.

"Don't swallow each other," Kendall said before he and James left.

"Carlitos, my head feels like it's two feet above my body," Krystye said.

"You'll be fine, Krystye," I said. We kissed again, and this time, it lasted until we needed air. We broke the kiss to get some air, then kissed again. Her hands played with my hair, and my hands rested on her waist, gently playing with the hem of my shirt that she was wearing. Krystye was the one to deepen the kiss, and we stayed like that for a while. The nurses who only came in for small, unimportant things stayed out, and we were only interrupted three times for the important stuff.

"I love you, Carlitos," she said.

"I love you, too, Krystyna."

P.O.V. change: Krystye Mitchell

Carlos' previous words had struck a good chord. He loves me back? I'm so honored! We continued kissing until James and Kendall came back in.

"No, I don't want to leave mi princesa!" Carlos protested.

"We need to go to bed! You need your sleep!" James said.

"What about the Mitchell twins?" Carlos asked.

"They want to keep them until they have their balance back, which could take days!" Kendall said.

"I don't care! I'm staying with mi princesa!" I said. James and Kendall exchanged looks and let go.

"Okay, fine! You can stay," James said. Carlos smiled and walked back to me, sitting in the chair next to the bed.

"Here's money for breakfast, Carlos. You're gonna need it," Kendall said, handing Carlos a 20.

"Thanks, Kendall," Carlos said.

"Bye, Krystye. I'll see you tomorrow," Kendall said. James smiled and waved goodbye. I waved back, and they left. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Logan's number on the face-to-face chat on my phone. He answered.

"Hello," he said.

"Hey, Logie. How ya doing?" I asked.

"Doing good, I guess, for a guy who's stuck in the hospital for an unknown period of time," Logan said, his voice a little hoarse.

"Hey, Logan!" Carlos said, getting into the picture with me.

"Hey, Carlos. Happily in love, I see," Logan said.

"Yes, very much so," Carlos said before kissing me on the cheek.

"Oh, Carlos… So, Logan, I just wanted to see what's up with you," I said.

"Nothing, really. All I've got to do is eat, sleep, and get better," Logan replied.

"Yeah, me too. Isn't Camille coming over to see you any minute?" I asked.

"Come on, Little Sis, I don't think she even knows," Logan said.

"Well, once we're done here, call her!" I said.

"I plan to. But first, I'm gonna talk to you and your boyfriend," Logan said. I looked at Carlos, and his face had a reddish tint to it.

"Aw, someone's embarrassed," Logan teased.

"Oh, can it, Logan," Carlos said. Logan laughed.

"I'm sorry, but that was kinda funny," he said.

"Be nice to Carlos. For all you know, he could be your future brother-in-law," I said.

"Okay, and for all you know, Camille could be your future sister-in-law," Logan countered.

"Okay, well, get better, let your head float back to your body, and peace out. Call Camille! Use face-to-face chat! She has it," I said before hanging up. Carlos kissed me on the lips as if he hadn't kissed me in years, and I kissed back with the same amount of emotion.

P.O.V. change: Third person

Focus on: Logan Mitchell

Logan dialed Camille's number in the face-to-face chat. She answered quickly.

"Hey, Camille!" Logan said, his voice still a little hoarse.

"Logan, hey! What's going on?" Camille asked.

"Guess where I am. Go on guess," Logan said. Camille was in thought for a second.

"Oh, Logan, what happened? Why are you in the hospital?" Camille asked.

"Fainted at Rocque Records. Can't stand on my own two feet without falling," Logan said.

"Oh, poor Logie Bear! I'm coming there immediately!" Camille said. She grabbed her purse and ran towards the exit from the Palm Woods. She stayed on the line.

"Is it just you in the hospital?" Camille asked.

"No, Krystye's in the next room. She's in the same condition I'm in," Logan said.

"Oh, Logan! I'm almost there! TAXI! Easiest taxi ever flagged," Camille said.

"I sent that taxi," Logan said.

"Hospital, and step on it!" Camille said to the driver.

"Thank you, Logie bear! So… How're the rest of the guys?" Camille asked.

"We're here!" the taxi driver said. Camille paid him, then left for the hospital.

"I'll reimburse you for that taxi ride. And they're doing great. Carlos and Krystye are probably sucking face right now in the next room," Logan said. Suddenly, Camille hung up. Logan raised an eyebrow. Camille opened the door.

"Oh, Logie Bear, I'm so worried!" Camille said.

"I'd love to stand and hug you, but I feel like my head's two feet away from my body," Logan said.

"I'll settle for this," Camille said before kissing Logan.

"That was cool…"