The S.S. Jarlos

Chap. 21 Ain't No Way of Knocking It Over

Carlos was at Palm Woods Park, minding his own business. You know picking up the occasional flower, chasing butterflies. The walk was peaceful, when suddenly he looked to see a screaming 95% naked James running his direction. Carlos laughed and waved, but James was too busy running from Bitters' paparazzi golf cart. And next thing you know, BAM, James runs directly at him and sends them both flying and sprawled out on the ground. James got up and rubbed his head, turning to see no more Bitters. Yes! But...no. He swiveled around to see a groaning Carlos on the ground, holding his foot.

"Carlos?"

Carlos groaned in response. "Oww..."

"Oh my god, Carlos! Did I run into you? I am so sorry, baby!" James ran to help Carlos up to his feet, but once his feet touched the ground it hurt even worse. Carlos put an arm around James' shoulder and hopped on one foot, trying to inspect his other foot at the same time.

"James...I think my ankle's sprained. I can't walk on it." Carlos winced as James began to lightly run his fingers down his ankle.

"Oh, this is bad..." James whispered, putting an arm around Carlos for support. "Let's get you to the car. I'll take care of you today."

And James walked away, in only his boxers, hoisting up a helmet wearing Latino with a sprained ankle.

James carried Carlos into the mansion, struggling with the door, but managing to kick it open anyways. He loved the way the smaller boy snuggled into his chest and hummed when James would whisper comforting words to him. It was also cute when Carlos whimpered in pain, minus the in pain part. Carlos was either asleep or really tired, either way James needed to get his attention.

"Carlos. Psst, Carlos." James whispered, poking Carlos' sides. Carlos giggled, probably meaning he was awake. "We're home."

Carlos peeped open his eyes just enough so he could see James. "Ask Mama Knight to make me some corn dogs."

James sighed. Carlos would often forget they didn't live with Mama Knight and not in the Palm Woods. "Carlos, not that home. I meant our home. You know, La Casa de Carlitos?" Carlos insisted on calling the mansion that. It was Spanish for The House of Carlitos.

Carlos opened his eyes all the way to see James was right, they were at the mansion. "Oh." Carlos said, sounding disappointed. He could really go for Mama Knight's cooking right now. "Just set me down on the couch."

"Which one?" They had multiple couches. Carlos blindly pointed at some random place in the living room, hoping he happened to point at his favorite couch.

James looked amused. "Carlos, that's a coffee table."

Carlos began to grow irritated. JUST SET ME DOWN JAMES. "Oh yeah? If I point to the coffee table, then set me on the freakin coffee table!" Carlos screamed maybe a little too loudly. "You know what they say...'The customer's always right'."

James nodded obediently [Such a good boy, isn't he?] and awkwardly laid Carlos on the table.

"And you know what they also say...'You should get the customer soup'..."

James gave Carlos a quick peck on the lips, just in case he went into angry housewife mode again and rushed out of the room, muttering, "...Customer?..." under his breath.

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After about 2 hours or so, James finally finished making a bowl of soup without starting any fires. He walked into the living room, smiling to himself as he saw Carlos half asleep on the glass coffee table. And he was ashamed to say it, but the only reason he was really happy because Carlos wasn't awake to start yelling and making up 'customer' sayings. He picked Carlos up and moved him to the couch so he could make room for the soup (he spent a long time on that soup and there was no way he was letting Carlos knock it over and spill it in his sleep). James sat on the couch beside Carlos, awkwardly, wondering what to do with his life now. He realized he just wasted 2 hours of his life that he would never get back and Carlos was sleeping. So James did the "right thing" and ate the soup himself. Not bad.

But then he began to feel guilty for eating Carlos' soup. He decided to wake Carlos up with something cheesy and romantic-just the way Carlos liked it. The only thing James could think of was "true love's kiss", so he went with that. Carlos opened his eyes just as James leaned down and softly pressed his lips against his.

"James." Carlos said softly, slumped on the couch and staring at James after he pulled back.

"Yeah?"

Carlos sighed. Might as well tell him now that I'm awake. "I didn't really sprain my ankle."

James' eyes widened, and Carlos thought he was going to be mad at first, but then he started to chuckle. "Seriously? Wow, I really thought I hurt you... You just wanted me to baby you, didn't you?" James said with a smirk.

"Well, you kind of did hurt me at first. I swear, it was sprained, but it got better in the car but I didn't tell you...because I like it when you carry me and feed me and stuff." Carlos blushed as he admitted it. What? Wouldn't you like it if James did that for you?

James raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Carlos, you naughty boy..." James said jokingly, pulling Carlos up so he wasn't slumping anymore.

Carlos giggled and crawled into his lap. "I'm sorry. You can punish me now." Carlos whispered into James' ear making him shudder.

"Oh yeah, believe me, I'm gonna punish you good."

Note from me:

The ending...mhm, oh yes I did...*raises eyebrows mysteriously*

Umm ya anyways, lyrics are from Nothing Even Matters.

21 chapters. They grow up so fast :'(

I'm too weird today. I should stop. Bye.

-datsRUSHERiffic