Hellope person! Wow can you believe I learned one whole paragraph of the last chapter. That's what I get for reading it like 70 times. Anyways XD here's chapter 14!

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Carlos ran as fast as he could. Not looking back one bit and ignoring the fact that his body felt completely numb. He could still feel the dizziness, and got sudden black spots in his vision. His feet began to burn from all the running. He had no idea how long he had been running, or to where he was running, he just kept going. He didn't want to face Logan in the state he was. He was weak, sorrow, angry, and depressed and so many more emotions he couldn't tell them apart.

He reached the end of the parking lot, where the street lead to the high way. He didn't know what to do. Where to go. Well he did know where to go...but was it safe? He would know he was still alive, when he was obviously trying to kill him. But he had no other choice. In his state, he knew he could crash any second. He stood at the end of the parking lot, looking at what road to go. He decided to take the risk. He chose to go to Mercedes. She could help him. She was the only person that could help him right now.

He shoved his hand into his pocket and searched for money. He found a dollar and three cents, and decided to take the bus. As if on cue, a bus stopped a few feet away from him. He ran to the bus and boarded it, giving the driver the right amount of money and sitting in the back. He sighed as he lay his back on the soft bus chair. His eyes began to close, and his body refused to move whenever he tried to. He just felt the numbness take over him and he finally crashed.

Carlos walked down a dark alley. It was like he wasn't controlling his feet, they just moved for him. At the end of the alley, there were four persons he couldn't see very well. They're faces were a blur and it was hard to describe if they were female or male. His feet kept walking, and the closer he got, the farther the people went. He wanted to know who they were, but he just couldn't tell.

He stopped at his track, and so did the people at the end of the alley. He tried to define who the people were, but they're bodies were all black.

But he found out something oddly familiar. Hair. He couldn't define it very well, but he had seen that hair before.

The perfect, well taken care of, brown hair he'd known since childhood. He could tell who's hair that belonged to even if it was dyied green. The hair of James Diamond.

His eyes widened as he saw James take one step closer, revealing the color in his whole body. Looking the same way he did the last time Carlos saw him. His eyes widened in surprise.

Carlos tried to open his mouth to say something, but something stopped him.

"Hey Carlos" James said.

Carlos opened his eyes, to see he was still riding on the bus. He looked out the window to see he was almost at his destination. Sighing, he sat right up. James' voice began to echo in Carlos' mind.

Hey Carlos

It was the weirdest dream he'd ever had. He hadn't seen James since the band broke up, and to see him again, even in his dreams, it was really shocking. Like it was when he saw Logan back in the hospital parking lot. He didn't want Logan to know that he'd become something nobody expected. Not even Carlos himself. He didn't even knew what he wanted to be when he grew up. But now he found out. He was a criminal and nothing could change it.

The bus pulled over, and Carlos looked out the window to see he was in the right place. He stood up and walked out of the bus. The bus drove away, leaving Carlos all alone in the street. He walked a few miles to find Mercedes big house. He sneaked in and walked to the patio so he could see Mercedes' window. He climbed up to the balcony and tapped on the window. After a few more taps and seconds of waiting, the window opened to reveal the blond girl Carlos needed to see.

"Mercedes!" He exclaimed quietly as he saw her pop her head out the window.

"Carlos? What are you doing here?" Mercedes asked.

"Help. Please"

Mercedes sighed and hesitated. She though about it for a second, than gave him a hand to help him get into the room. He took her hand with a smile and jumped into the room.

"So what's up?" Mercedes asked crossing her arms.

Carlos pointed to his wrist. Blood streamed down to his fingers.

Mercedes dragged him to the bathroom. She told him to wash off the blood with water. After he did, she wrapped some gauze around his wrist.

"Thanks" Carlos said to Mercedes as she walked over to him. He sat on the toilet.

"No problem..." She mumbled and walked back to her room, Carlos followed. She sat on the edge of her bed while Carlos sat on a near by chair.

After a few seconds of silence the two opened they're mouths to speak.

"There's something I need to tell you" They both exclaimed simultaneously. The two chuckled.

"You go first" Mercedes said.

Carlos nodded. "Ok...so..." He sighed. "How do I explain this..." He though for a second then spoke up. He explained to her what happened after he had left her house and how he woke up in the hospital.

"So...dad wants to...kill you?"

Carlos shook his head. "Yeah" He mumbled.

"But...why?"

"Because" He looked at her in the eyes. "I refused to kill Kendall" He took a pause, then continued. "Why would I kill him, he was my best friend, even though we're not friends anymore" He shook his head once more and held his head with both his hands.

"But...does he know you're still alive?"

"I don't know. But I need your help. I can't let him find out I am alive. So...do you know any place I can stay. Just to spend then nigh, cause I have nowhere to go"

"Hmmm...you could stay here. Dad comes back at midnight so he won't know your here" Mercedes suggested.

"No. Not here. What if he comes earlier, I don't want him to see me"

Mercedes though of a place he could stay, but none came to mind. "I really don't know...so-" She remembered something and stopped talking. She though about the idea. It could be tricky, but if he really wants a place to stay, he'll take it. "I know where you could stay" She finally said.

Carlos' face lit up. "Where?" He asked desperately.

Mercedes took out her phone and called someone. Carlos had a puzzled look as she raised her phone to her ear and told him to be quiet. "Hey...can you come over...it's really important..." She sighed. "Fine...see you there" She hang up the phone and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Carlos asked.

"Don't you mean we?...come on" She dragged Carlos out of her room. They walked out of the house and got into her car. Mercedes started it and drove out of her house into the high way.

"Where are we going?" Carlos asked once again.

"You'll see" Mercedes smirked and kept her eyes on the road as she drove into a place called 'Image Studios'

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Kendall sat on his desk, staring at the black computer screen. He held a black helmet in his hands with a death grip. The picture of the person who murdered his mother on top of the desk. His best friend. Well...his ex best friend. He was the person. He couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't believe his ears when Jo told him it was actually Carlos the person running out of his mother's apartment. He didn't know what to say. What do do or what to think.

At first he wanted revenge on that person. But now that he knew who the person actually is...he doesn't know. Why did he do this? There had to be a reason. Carlos loved his mom like his own mother. All Kendall wished was to go back in time and for all of this to be a horrible, sick nightmare. When he opened his eyes, he would wake up at the Palm Woods, apartment 2J, and find his best friend, James Diamond, on the other bed next to his. That he would walk out of his shared room to see his mother cooking breakfast with the help of his little sister Katie. And Carlos, Logan and James to walk out of they're rooms and sit on the table and eat breakfast, like every other morning. James and Carlos would play with they're food. The others would laugh. Them to record another song for they're upcoming album of Big Time Rush. Gustavo constantly yelling at them and calling them dogs. Kelly to calm him down. The Jennifer's to ignore Carlos like they always did. Camille to do another of her scenes on one of the guys. Everything, to go back to the way it was before all of this happened.

Before he turned into an FBI agent, or got married or had a kid. Before he went to college. And most importantly, before Big Time Rush broke up. He just wanted to be with his friends again. To sing another song infront of thousands of people. And to be chased by fan girls, like the first time they had they're first concert. It was so fun. Especially because he was having fun with his three best friends in the world. But after those fun, summer days and those awesome years, came today.

And Today, he's sitting on his desk. At work. As an agent. Holding his past best friend's helmet that he had kept till this very day. He'd kept it because in his heart and mind there was hope. It wasn't that much but it was a small sunshine of hope, that one day, everything could go back to the way it was. Not exactly the way it was, but at least he, Logan, James and Carlos could be friends again. And not just friends. Best friends. More like brothers. Because that's how everything was before. When they lived in Minnesota. They called them the four musketeers, because they were always together, through thick and thin.

He looked down at the helmet in his lap, remembering all the great moments they all had involving it. The palm wood's ghost, the Hollywood super party kings of Hollywood, the social gathering, the photo shoot. So many things and so many moments he so desperately wish he could go back to.

"KENDALL!" He heard a male voice yell. He shaked his head and looked up to see his boss, Davis, standing in front of his desk. He dropped the helmet to the floor and stood up. "Y-Yeah! Sorry sir, didn't see you there" He said nervously rubbing the back of his head.

"Didn't see me? I don't think you even heard me. I was yelling. You really need an audio check Knight" Davis joked.

Kendall chuckled sheepishly and sat back down. Davis sat on a chair and sighed. "So...we went back to the crime scene and found a can of cola on the floor. We ran a test to see if it matches someone's finger prints. It matches you're mother's and C-"

"I know already" Kendall cut him off.

"What do you mean?"

"I already know who killed her. It was C-Carlos" He shook his head sadly.

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"You know. I am Sick and Tired of you. You can go to-"

"Hey James!" Mercedes walked into James' intense acting scene. The producers and directors began to yell at her and telling her to get off the set. She ignored them and turned to James.

"Mercedes? How did you get in?" James asked.

Mercedes chuckled. "I just told the guard I was Mercedes, I guess dad is real famous cause after she heard my last name she didn't hesitate into letting me in" She explained with a smile.

James sighed. "Sorry dude, take five and we start the scene again" He told the blond guy that was doing the scene with him. He nodded and walked away.

"What do you want?" James asked crossing his arms.

"Are you busy tonight?" Mercedes asked.

James furrowed his brows. "Whyy...?" He asked thinking she was going to ask him out. He was wrong.

"I was wondering if a friend of mine could stay with you...he's your friend too...kind of..."

"Who?" James asked looking behind her.

Mercedes ran backstage and returned with the Latino boy. They walked back to James.

"Here he is" Mercedes said tapping James' back. James turned around. His eyes met with the old, chocolate brown eyes he'd never thought he'd see again.

"Carlos?"

"James?" They said they're name's simultaneously in shock.

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And again...I am mean. Because I do another cliffy. Don't you just hate me? XD Man school starts tomorrow, that sucks. It's gonna be a little hard to update from now on because I have computer not allowed in school nights blah blah. I'll sneak into my laptop and write a few paragraphs whenever I can.

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