Sorry for the lateness. I wanted to update sooner but this week was extremely difficult. My crazy professor did not understand as 3rd year chemists, we did not take atomic physic which I learned is a graduate or fourth year physic course … But on the bright side I had a laugh when I found out my friend wrote a poem about the professor as an answer to a test, one guy drew a hanging dead man on a deserted island and I drew Schrödinger's cat. Who said that nuclear chemists don't have a sense of humor? Lol Sorry for the ramble. This was reason why I couldn't update early.
Mock Turtle
"Shoot." Carlos pouts, staring at his empty fridge. It's been a while since the last time he brought grocery and every single time he tries to buy, something always stops him. He really wants to have pancakes for breakfast which for the first time, isn't not caused by Logan. After what Kendall said yesterday, Carlos is trying to move on and accept that Logan is wrong for him. Logan is taken and that is not going to change. So Carlos decided, he is going to wear a happy mask until he becomes happy, even if he has to trick himself into believing it.
Checking his watch, he jumps to his closet to collect a shirt to cover his bare chest and pants long enough to brave the mild weather. The morning isn't as cold as usual. It's been a roller coaster of changing weather both frigidly cold and mildly warm. But just because it's warm now doesn't mean it will be warm later. Carlos learned that after jogging shirtless in the morning once. Never again will he run shirtless.
After he finishes putting on his attire, he grabs his keys and wallet from the kitchen and treks to the front. But as soon as he opens the door, Logan slides off, falling onto his legs. Everything was the same as before; Logan is naked, lying on his porch, using the shirt and pant as a blanket but this time, Logan's eyes are blood shot and wide open. He isn't freezing but he isn't move off of Carlos' feet. It's as if Logan gave up trying or living his life.
"Come on, Logie," Carlos carefully wraps his arms under Logan's frame, carrying the naked body to his bed. The Latino doesn't seem surprised, feeling like this is normal but a bit better because at least the weather is not blistering cold. Laying the soulless body onto the spring mattress, Carlos tucks him in. "You want to tell me what happened, why you ran away again?"
Logan doesn't answer, his body lying apathetically under the folded blanket. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, and just lies down. Carlos moves in, sitting at the base of the pillow, gently checking the boy's forehead for a fever or any signs of sickness. Luckily, Logan's body is normal, good breathing and stable temperature but he's quiet, too quiet for the normally overactive boy Carlos knows.
"Are you tired, Logan? Hungry?" Carlos presses, staring into Logan's lost eyes. He never saw Logan looking like this, scared and alone. He's seen fear or loneliness in Logan's eyes but never both at the same time. It's a bit daunting, scaring the Latino and he doesn't know how to handle it. "Logan. If you're not going to talk to me then go to sleep and you can tell me why you're naked at my door later instead of sleep over at James'," Carlos compromises, realizing James did not call him yet about Logan's disappearance. James should have noticed that Logan's gone by now. It's ten in the morning and James wakes up about this time. So, Carlos doesn't know if calling his friend is the best idea at the moment or if it's better to talk to James alone.
"Logan," Carlos groans, getting up. "I have to go buy food. I'll see you-"
"Don't leave," Logan finally cries, gripping onto Carlos' wrist. The boy blinks for the first time and a tear rolls from his clutched eyelids. Carlos watches him, listening to the light sobs Logan whimpers. "Please don't leave me."
"Logan, I can't. I don't have any food left and you should be with James."
"I don't want James." Logan tugs on the sleeve with all of his strength, trying to get Carlos back down on the bed. "I don't need food. I want you. I need you. Please stay."
Carlos sighs, climbing under the soft blanket. He thumbs across Logan's dimples, wiping away the trails of tears but they don't stay dry for long. Logan continues weeping, overflowing his emotions. "Logan. What happened?" Carlos cups his cheek, forcing Logan to look at him.
But Logan doesn't talk. Instead, he pulls at Carlos' stretchy cotton shirt with both sets of nails, clawing at the hems.
"Logan, stop it! You're going to rip my shirt." Carlos pushes away the fingers but Logan won't stop, continuing to dig his nails into it, pulling Carlos closer to him. "Logan!"
"Take off your shirt," he cries crudely and forcefully.
"No, Logan. You can't do this," Carlos fights back, pulling his shirt down.
"P-Please take off your shirt," Logan sobs, yelling loudly. He breaks down; his voice cracks hard. Carlos freezes, staring at the boy covering his eyes with his palms to try and stop the tears.
"Ok, Logan. Please stop crying. See, I'm taking off my shirt." Carlos does what he says, tossing the shirt above their heads. Suddenly, Logan thrusts into his body, casting his nose into the cleavage between Carlos' define pecs. Instinctively, Carlos wraps his arms around Logan, feeling his chest getting wet alarmingly fast. He comforts him, caressing his dirty brunet hair and pushes Logan's head closer to his muscles. "Do you want to tell me what is wrong yet?"
Logan shakes his head, breathing in deeply of Carlos' scent. He misses this comforting smell of musk, cinnamon and protection. He can't explain it but he knows that as long as Carlos will hold him this close and envelopes his arms around Logan, that everything will be fine.
"Ok then, but this is the last time, Logan." Carlos says, feeling Logan snaking his thin legs between Carlos'. "I can't let you sleep like this, both of us without clothes again, ok? Promise me."
"I can't promise," he cries, voice cracking. His arms creeps around, one under and the other over, embracing the Latino tightly. Tiny trembles quake from his body, face burying, digging as far into Carlos' chest as possible. He cries, not like when he doesn't get his way but in complete pieces. "I can't promise you anymore. I said I will make James happy but I can't. I promised to sit on James but I don't want to. And I promise to live with him but I want to live with you. I can't make promises if I break them!"
Logan squeezes tighter, clamping his legs around one of Carlos', arms vice gripping as if he thinks that if he let's go slightly, Carlos will leave him.
"Logan," Carlos whispers, folding his arms around him. He brushes down the brunette's back with his fingertips, trying to pacify his broken sobs. "I won't leave you, ever," he states, meaning every bit of it. "I am here for you if you ever have problems or need a friend. Don't cry."
"I can't. I have so many problems," he shakes his head against the two mountainous pecs, glistening then with his cold tears. Carlos shivers, but holds onto him, letting Logan release every ounce of his tears, catching every broken piece of Logan's pain.
"Then I will listen to every single one of them. You're not going to face them alone, Logie. I'm here if you need to talk." Carlos reiterates, strumming the loose hairs on the back of Logan's head. The little boy nods, his cries dying down to weeps then to silent, long breaths. Carlos just waits, holding him, forgetting everything he must do. The empty fridge, the advice Kendall gave him, all of it just disappears from his mind and all he can think about is the brunette stirring in his arms and legs, needing him for comfort. And that is what Carlos plans to do, hold Logan until he is ready to talk.
Logan nods, breathing in more of Carlos' scent like a baby would to his mom on the first day of life. It comforts him, stops his crying and makes him know that somewhere in his abused world is someone that can protect him even though protection is not the only thing Logan wants.
"Why do you hate me?" Logan whines, tilting his head up just enough for Carlos to look into his eye but still stay in Carlos' muscles. Logan really does have an unhealthy obsession with Carlos' pectoral muscles, loving them against his cheeks.
"I don't hate you, Logie. I never hated you," he answers, kissing the boy's forehead, parting his spiky hair. Same as Logan, there are things he's obsessive. Logan loves having his head planted in Carlos' muscles and Carlos loves the feel of Logan's silky skin rubbing against him. So he shifts slightly, letting the body lying in his arms fondle him. He misses having Logan lay with him, body against his body even though he will never admit it.
"You do hate me," he repeats with his cracked voice. "You won't play with me. You let her sit on you. And you never let me do this anymore. I want to sleep with you."
"Logan. I told you. You have a boyfriend and I'm only doing this because you're crying."
"Then I'll cry everyday if you sleeps with me."
"No, that's not what I meant," Carlos corrects. He tests, pushing Logan off of him but the boy is adamant and determine. Even a hurricane can't rip Logan off of Carlos now. "Logan, there are rules you have to follows when you're a boyfriend. I was a boyfriend and had to follow the rules."
"What happens if I break a rule?"
"Then James is sad and you're not a good, faithful boyfriend."
"What's faithful?"
"That's when you follow all the rules of being a good boyfriend and never break one. Logan ... If you break a rule, James is going to cry. I know James and he wants you. He needs you so much."
"But I need you!" Logan's voice returns to its broken tone. "I won't break a rule with you. I'll be faithful. Just please be my boyfriend. Just please..." He continued crying, sobbing words broken on Carlos' curve chest. It hurts, hearing Logan like this but what's a man supposed to do in this situation? It wasn't like Carlos learned how to coddle a broken person or even what to say. His only experience was comforting James but that's not the same. He goes with his gut feeling and even now, his gut is confused. Should he give in and be Logan's boyfriend or be the bigger man and hold his hand through this ordeal?
"Logie," he starts off calmly but Logan already senses Carlos' answer from the tone, wincing his wet eyes. "I can't be your boyfriend but I promise to be here for you whenever you need me. I can hold your hand and share smiles with you but I can't be your boyfriend, not when you're with someone."
He continues, the sobs dwindling down to quiet sniffles but even then, Logan won't let go of Carlos' body, arms and legs wrapped like a spider's limbs around Carlos' soft, warm body. It might be the feel of bare skin or the fact that it's Carlos he's holding but Logan doesn't want to let go. Simply holding hands or sharing smiles isn't enough for him. He wants to have Carlos even if he is forbidden.
"Then if James isn't my boyfriend, will you be my boyfriend?" He whispers softly, hoping for a comforting yes from the Latino.
"What do you think?" Carlos vaguely answers, not wanting to falsely reply yes or to say no when he knows saying no would result in Logan going back to crying.
"I think yes. Is it yes?" Logan gleefully asks, signs of the depression he held are starting to evaporate, leaving a smiling brimming boy.
"I didn't say that. I said whatever you think," Carlos repeats like a politician, chuckling, infected by Logan's growing grin.
"But I am thinking yes. That's means yes!"
"No, I didn't say yes."
"No? You said no?" Logan pouts, looking at Carlos with his vulnerable, undeniably irresistible big brown eyes.
Rolling his own eyes, Carlos moans, shoving Logan's face back into his naked chest. "Go to sleep. You probably didn't sleep at all on my porch. You should have rang my doorbell."
"But then you'll wake up and be mad."
Carlos tries to stiffen his laugh but the ticklish breath brushes his pecs, making him laugh instead.
"You think I would be mad if your can make me laugh this hard?" He responds, wrapping his arms around Logan tighter, his body rocking with every breath in a vicious cycle; Logan's laughs cause Carlos to tighten his hug, crunching the lithe boy's body which causes Logan to laugh ticklish breaths. "Stop laughing! You're making me laugh," he commands Logan but from past experiences, silencing Logan is like forcing him to continue harder.
"Then say yes."
"Yes! Now stop laughing," Carlos complies.
"Yes, you fell for it! You said yes to being my boyfriend."
"That doesn't count! You tricked me, cheater!" Carlos pokes Logan's sensitive ribs, making the boy worm around, curling in a ball. "You'll never follow my rules, do you?"
"Depends on which rule like the rule that you can only kiss your boyfriend."
"Logan," Carlos sternly calls, elongating each syllable.
"I know but you can give me a kiss on the cheek, right?" He pokes his right cheek, smirking his unique side smile. Carlos scoffs, wanting to slap that smug smile but he laughs and decides to give Logan what he wants.
Slowly, Carlos leans foreword and Logan closes his eyes, happily waiting for any moment involving Carlos' lips and his skin. But contrary to Logan's expectation, Carlos doesn't press his lips on his cheek. Instead Carlos pokes Logan's dimple with his button nose, inhaling long and deeply.
Puffing his cheeks and crossing his arms, Logan glares, scowling at Carlos. "What?" Carlos taunts. "That is how I kiss with my nose. You didn't say what kind of kiss."
"You're a cheater," Logan states, stabbing Carlos' nipple with his index finger. Logan's eyes quiver compulsively but at least this time, it's playful.
"And you need some sleep," Carlos retorts, holding onto Logan's slender fingers. "Go to sleep while I pick up some food, ok Logan?"
"Aww. But that means you're going to leave me."
"I promise I'll come straight back. This is my house, you know? I have to come back." Carlos reiterates, making Logan smile again.
"You promise, right?" Logan asks, curling into a ball, closing his eyes, resting his head against the feather filled pillow.
"Yes Logie. Now give me my shirt," Carlos commands, tugging on the cotton t-shirt under the boy's head.
"No," Logan whines, pushing Carlos' chest away from him. He looks around, grabbing the head pillow on Carlos' usual side of the bed. He takes a deep breath of the soft cushion, smiling that it smells exactly like he wanted, like Carlos. The Latino blushes, surprised by Logan's action. No one sniffled his pillow like that before; this is so weird and perverted.
"What are you doing?" Carlos shrieks after Logan takes a second whiff. "Stop smelling my pillow like that. It's weird."
"No!" Logan swings it, dressing it with Carlos' shirt. He coddles it between his arms and legs, head resting on the collar. "Now it's like you didn't leave."
"You're weird, Logan. And I don't sleep with my shirt on."
"Then, are you going to stay naked with me?" Carlos sighs and shakes his head. Logan smirks smugly and returns his head back onto the long pillow. "I thought so."
Logan acts like a child but it makes Carlos laugh silently. It's cute and very weird for an eighteen year old to act like this. If someone told Carlos that a boy would smell his pillow, sleep affectionately with his shirt, Carlos would explode with embarrassment but now, he thinks Logan is cute.
"Go to sleep, I'll come home soon." Carlos pats Logan's cheek, watching the boy breathe for a second before he grabs another shirt and goes to the kitchen. Looking at the fridge to make sure of what he needs to buy, he makes a list and throws on the jacket sitting on the back of the counter seat on his way out. But as he walks to the door, he passes his bedroom, seeing Logan's peaceful face in the thin sliver of light from the hallway. His lips are pursed, slightly ajar and Carlos can't find a sight cuter than this.
He tip-toes to the edge of the bed, bending down to his knees and strokes Logan's dimple, making sure not to wake him up. And in a quick second, Carlos presses his lips to the wiped cheek for a real kiss, lingering for a moment before he pulls back and stands up. "You're just lucky that you're cute." Carlos comments before he leaves.
The sounds of the doors locking resonate in the small house and seconds later, Logan's eyes shoot wide open and the same smugness invades his thin lips, a laugh erupting as he only pretended to sleep. Smarter than he seems, Logan knew Carlos would not do what he wanted if he knew Logan was awake. So Logan pretended to sleep in hopes that Carlos would kiss him and it worked.
"I will make Carlos my real boyfriend," Logan decides, inhaling the scent of Carlos' woven shirt and falling asleep.
...
Lying on his bed, James's been staring at the ceiling for the late six hours. He couldn't sleep that whole night, tossing and turning on the spacious empty bed. Probably guilt clouded his mind but Logan deserved everything, the curse words, the harsh tone, everything. Logan deserved James' loud rant and it shouldn't be James' fault if Logan ran away again, right?
It shouldn't be. It's James' turn to push someone away. In every relationship, James was pushed aside like a worthless toy; played once and thrown in the trash the next morning. So pushing Logan aside is perfectly fine and he'll get over it. It wasn't like Logan was in love, love, with him anyway.
But even with all of these rationalities racing around in his mind, James knows it's his fault if Logan was to be hurt last night. He yelled. He snapped. He was a monster and what's worst was during the night, he didn't care what would happen to Logan. All James thought about was Kendall and how much he wanted to prove Kendall wrong. At some realization, James always knew Logan didn't love him as much as he "loves" Logan but just for one night, one second even, James wanted to have the good looking blond boy eat his words.
But that hope died. Kendall is right with both accusations. Logan doesn't love him and in a small part of James' repressed mind, he was attracted to the blond, cocky hockey player. But to give into someone like Kendall is like giving into Dak or Jett or any of his past heartless boyfriends. Kendall is just going to seduce him, sedate him to a bed and leave him the morning after without a word, a care that maybe James is more than just a good body … that he is a person too. But that won't happen again and as long as James believes that bad, hot boys like Kendall are going to hurt him, James would rather date innocent, cute boys like Logan who won't fully love him than go through his dating cycle again. Or if that doesn't work, he rather be alone than get hurt again.
"James?"
The brunette turns his head to the open door, noticing his friend's pity filled eyes. He expected Carlos to be here; something in his mind told him that Carlos would come over; probably the same part that nagged him that Logan is in love with Carlos.
"You know your front door is open and anyone can come in?" Carlos states, walking to his taller, depressed friend on the bed. He sits on the edge, patting James' shoulder but James does seem care or react. The thought that someone could have stolen all of his belonging or killed him in the depths of the night didn't cross his mind or if it did, he didn't care to live.
"If you came to yell at me for what happened to Logan, I don't care." James coldly states, knowing eventually his warmhearted friend is going to bring that up. Turning to his side, facing away from Carlos, James groans and stares out the window. "I don't care that Logan ran away. I just wanted him out of my life."
It hurts hearing his normally cheerful and perverted friend act like this. It feels like James is giving up, that life is nothing more than getting hurt, living alone forever. "James," Carlos tries to comfort him again, caressing his tense shoulders. "Maybe Logan isn't the one for you."
"No dumb shit, Sherlock. What gave you that idea?" He snaps, pushing Carlos' palm off of him.
"Look James," Carlos starts sternly. "I came to see if you wanted to talk to someone but if you're going to act like a kid and whine and be a brat about this, I can leave. I don't have to be here." He states seriously to his apathetic friend. He waits a minute for any signs of movement or thought but James is just laying silently still and Carlos can't take anymore of this quietness. "Ok, bye James."
"No wait." James hastily grabs his wrist, exposing his bloodshot, tear filled eyes to his comforting friend. "Please don't leave me," he cries and Carlos knows James is ready to talk.
"Are you ok?" Carlos says again, sitting cross legged mimicking James' sitting position, their sides pressing against each other. James shakes his head.
"Why won't Logan love me?" James cracks; his voice is as pain filled as Logan's was on Carlos' bed. "I did everything I can to make Logan love me. I gave him everything but Logan wouldn't budge. He wouldn't love me back."
"Maybe Logan isn't the one for you," Carlos reaffirms, letting James rest his head on Carlos' short, but sturdy shoulder. "You will find someone, James. You're perfect. I wish I am as good looking as you are."
"Funny," James snickers. Carlos always makes James laugh, even in low times. Maybe Carlos is born with it, but he is the only one that can make James laugh at any time. Maybe that's why James always goes to Carlos for comfort. "Tell that to Logan. If I was half as good looking as you are maybe Logan would grab my nipple or jump on my lap or force me to strip and yes I hear the words coming out of my mouth. I know I'm saying dirty thing but I want something that tells me that guys like Logan love me."
"Well, I'll forget what you want Logan to do to you but what do you mean by 'with guys like Logan'?"
James picks up his head and wipes his matted, sweaty hair from his forehead. "Carlos. You know every single one of my boyfriends in the past and what they did to me. Every single one of them had somethings in common. They are all hot, good looking and one other thing, they all left me after sex. Do you get what I am saying? Out of all people, you should understand my problem the most and why Logan is so important to me."
"No, I get it." Carlos whispers. "I know what you're talking about."
"I know you do. Logan is not the best at hiding his real feeling. He told me that you told him to kiss me, to cuddle with me. I know you're behind all of it. You're the best friend I can ever ask for but is it so hard just to ask for a boyfriend that will treat me like a boyfriend?" He sobs, choking his words, tugging Carlos into a strong hug. His tears stream down the back of Carlos' shirt, soaking trails. "Why can't I attract guys that will like me? Why do I attract assholes like Kendall?"
"Kendall? What does Kendall have to do with this?" Carlos suddenly asks. "He likes you?"
"That's not a big shock. I attract good looking guys." James chuckles. Again, even with sorrow filled eyes, talking to Carlos crackles a laugh here and there. "I attract sexy guys but I never attract a genuinely nice guy. Why can't I attract innocent guys like you do?"
"What did I do? I only had one girlfriend in my entire life and you know that ending badly."
"No! I'm talking about Logan. The boy is in love with you! He told me so many times that he loves you when I told him I love him."
"Do you love him?" Carlos asks the sudden question popping in his head. He doesn't know why, but he felt like he had to ask but that might be too direct of a question to ask his emotional friend right now. "Wait, sorry James. I didn't mean-"
"No." He answers, surprising Carlos. "I don't love him."
"Then … what?"
"I realized I don't love him. I've been on my bed thinking all morning and I realized, I don't love him, I just want him. I just want someone to love me that won't leave me."
"And you thought Logan is that type of person?"
"Yes." James nods his head. "Logan is new to the world and pure. Albeit, he is a bit sexual with his groping, actually very sexual with touching you and if he is a normal guy, I would joke to you that he is a slut and whore but beside that, Logan is pure. I thought if I dated Logan, I can teach him to love me like the boyfriend I always wanted but I guess I was wrong. I can't make him love me."
"Um… I'm sure there is someone for you, James. You just … have to wait." Each word gets harder for Carlos to say. He held James before, after every morning with failed relationships but for some reason, today is harder; probably because James is completely truthful and painstakingly honest this time. "I know someone is out there for you."
"Who? Mister Green Eyes Sexy? You think that Kendall is the one for me?" James snaps, his voice jumping a whole octave. "I am not interested in dating muscular hockey players with golden hair."
Carlos looks at James, staring blankly. He tries to form words or sounds but what can he say after that? "You know you just complemented Kendall in three ways in the last sentence. It kind of sounds like-"
"No! Shut up! I am not attracted to Kendall. Kendall is a douche bag. He's so cocky and assertive and good looking and I mean, forceful. I hate him!"
"Ok, whatever you say." Carlos snickers, rolling his eyes. James pushes him off the bed. "What was that for?"
"Stop it, Carlos! I know what you're thinking and it's not real. I do think Kendall is perfect in the looks department but I can't date someone just because of looks and appearances again. I need someone that will love me, all of me. I don't want someone that will use me for sex. I want what normal people have." James sighs again. "I want a real boyfriend."
To that, Carlos wraps his arms around James, both boys just breathing in each other's company and supporting one another.
"Then, I'm sure you'll find someone, James. You're more than a pretty face or a smoking body. And under your sexual comments and perverted jabs, you're a good guy and that counts. You'll find someone and I bet he'll be good looking too."
James scoffs and laughs at hearing the impossible from Carlos. "Good looking and genuine? Sounds too good to be true."
"Just believe it, James. If you can't get a good looking, nice boyfriend, then there is no chance for me to find someone."
"Are you serious?" James chuckles. "You do know the reason why Logan and I are not dating anymore or normally dated in the first place was because of you?"
"Yea … sorry about it. I tried really hard to make Logan like you."
"And now, who is trying to force someone to do something he doesn't want to do?" Carlos shakes his head, knowing who. "Maybe you should be with Logan, Carlos."
"I can't, James."
"Why not? I'm not his boyfriend anymore and I highly doubt Logan would want me back after I kicked him out."
"No, that's not the problem." James gives Carlos an eye roll. "James, the point in the beginning with Logan was he's a kid, still learning basic things about the world. I am not going to rob him of his life by dating him. It's not right or ethical, I think."
"You say that but you love him too."
"No I don't!"
"You love him too!" James sings, making Carlos' cheek turn bright red. "See! Carlos and Logan sitting in a tree. S-E-X-I-N-G-"
"Shut up! That's not how the song goes!" Carlos shoves James back and hits him with a pillow. "I can't date him. It's wrong to date someone in Logie's situation."
"Ok, first off, calling him 'Logie' is not helping your situation. And second, what does Logan want?"
"He wants … me to be his boyfriend." Carlos mumbles the end but James hears it.
"What is wrong with giving him what he wants?"
"Because, would you let your future five year old kid have a boyfriend or girlfriend?" Carlos rationalizes. James shrugs his shoulders. "Forget it, James. I don't want to hurt Logan or ruin his life right now. I think the best thing to do is to give him space and let him grow up and maybe then I'll help him find a boyfriend when he is ready."
"Bull! He found a boyfriend and it's you! Just give into it, Carlos. If you like Logan like I think you do, you should date him."
"But-"
"No buts, except my perfect butt." Carlos laughs, brimming a smile. "Think of it this way, if Logan is your boyfriend, you can teach Logan how to respect and love better. And think of this, if you push Logan away he might develop bad habits and become a pervert."
"Funny. I doubt he will be as bad as a pervert like you when he grows up." Carlos jokes, fits of laughter roar from both of them. "But really James. In all seriousness, I don't want to hurt Logan. He had a rough life and I just want the best for him."
"Then go to him." James forcefully pushes Carlos off the bed. Unfortunately, he pushed a bit too hard and Carlos landed flat on his face. "Oh, sorry bud. I thought you're heavier than this. By the way, you still might want to lay off the corndogs"
"Thanks, good to know you're feeling better and called me fat."
"Not fat, pudgy." James corrects him with a content, revived smile. "But thanks Carlos. I feel better. Maybe there is someone out there for me. I guess I'll have to wait."
"I know there is someone for you." Carlos affirms the brunette, brushing his shoulders and checking his watch. "You just have to wait for prince charming to come."
"Sure, prince charming," James mocks. "But then, you should go home. Logie needs his prince charming."
"Stop that, James." He whines, face scarlet and full of embarrassment. "I'm not going to date him. He can want me to be his boyfriend all he wants but I'm going to say no."
"Good luck with that." James wishes him, although he knows from observing Carlos and Logan together, Carlos would drop everything for Logan. If Logan asked Carlos to take off his shirt, he knows one hundred percent that Carlos with rip the shirt off for Logan. Of course James never saw Carlos do it for Logan but he is sure that if Logan wants Carlos' shirt off, then he gets it off. "Go home."
"Are you sure you can be alone?" Carlos asks one last time, buttoning his jacket. James nods and Carlos smiles. "Good because your breath stinks and your hair is messy. You need to fix that." Carlos jokes and James glares at him before he leaves. "Bye James."
"Bye Carlos." James waves, watching Carlos exit his room. He waits for the sound of the door to slam shut before he exhales and the smile falls from his face. Truthfully, he hopes what Carlos said about prince charming and waiting was true but James has been waiting. Now, he doesn't know how much longer he has to wait with a broken smile and hopeless eyes for his prince charming.
I hope to update soon. I have the next chapter done-ish.
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