I Want What You Have
What a normal day at the one and only Rocque Records. Los Angeles never seemed to be any different, in fact, it looked to be even sunnier. There was no traffic, as unusual as it sounds, and everything fell into place perfectly. Even nature itself settled into perfect harmony. Yup, nothing could ruin this moment...
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Except for that. Oddly enough, thunder and lightning crackled in the sky along with dark stormy rain clouds moving in. Just as unexpected as it came, no one could have prepared for the violent bone-chilling downpour that even the heavens would fear. However, as unusual it may be, especially when it is in the middle of summer, it wasn't unpredictable – especially when a certain group revolved around this occurrence.
For some strange reason, Big Time Rush seems to control the weather. Not in the way you think, as in they cannot do it by command ( they're not magic), but the climate does certainly change when they go around their mood swings. When they're happy, it's a sunny day, when it was calculated that a tsunami would have hit the city nothing occurred. When they are sad, it becomes gloomy, no rain, just thick fog layered the city streets, so dense that you couldn't even see what's five feet in front of you.
But when they're angry-
BOOM!
- it's chaos. One moment everything would be calm, a natural sign before a storm hits in full swing. Ocean waves crash every direction, making it unsafe for divers to get back to shore safely. Rain poured drastically at a consistent rate, never letting up with its cruel unforgiving nature. Harsh winds blew in each way, occasionally knocking things across the streets if they weren't nailed down. Lightning crackled as thunder boomed in the dark ominous skies, so frightening to see and more dangerous than you would think. Even with the smallest piece of metal you carry, in a storm like this, there is a fifty percent chance to get struck by lightning. That's why no one went near cars when this occurs.
And in the birthplace of this storm happened to be the unfortunate one and only Rocque Records. Almost every person Big Time Rush knew believed in their coincidental mood change that corresponds with the weather. Those who are smart would not believe that their feelings changed the climate, but those who know the boys knew they are somehow connected with everything odd.
And Gustavo and Kelly were one of those who believed as they watched the band of brothers act not-so-kindly toward each other as they tried to rip each other's faces off in the sound booth.
"What's wrong with them this time?!" Gustavo yelled at no one in particular. This was the fourth time this week that they fought (coincidentally the fourth storm this week too) and the music producer was getting tired of it. "Griffin wants a new song in three hours and so far I have recorded NOTHING!"
"I don't know! They have been trying to kill each other this whole week, something must be bothering them for them to keep acting like this," Kelly shrugged, her worried expression gazed over the fighting boys. Gustavo sighed in frustration before pushing a button on the control panel and leaning into the microphone.
"Dogs! Get in here, NOW!" He harshly ordered. The boys paid little attention to him as they continued to throw punches and strangle one another. In an act of desperation, the producer pressed another button which emitted a loud ear-piercing sound in the booth. The boys immediately stopped what they're doing and launched their hands to their ears, screeching in pain as they felt their eardrums nearing explosion.
After a few more torturous seconds, Gustavo finally stopped the sound. At once, the group dropped their hands and huffed large breaths of air.
"What the heck, Gustavo?! Why did you do that?!" James recovered first as he, along with the other three, glared daggers at the man.
"To make you dumb dogs stop fighting!" He yelled the obvious. "You boys have been arguing non-stop for days and it's driving me crazy. That's why I'm taking charge."
"What do you mean?" Kendall frowned.
"If you dogs don't fix your attitude by the end of today, I'll find four better singing teens to be my next hit and replace you!" Gustavo warned.
"What?! You can't do that! This is my dream!" James retorted.
"Gustavo's right, guys. You've been fighting with each other for so long, we can't get anything done," Kelly agreed with a stern nod. "So go home and work it out, and please don't get into any more trouble."
"Carlos will get us into trouble since he barely cares about what other people think," Kendall grumbled under his breath, but the teen he was talking about heard him clearly.
"Oh really? Like I'm the one that comes up with the stupid plans that get everyone mad at us," Carlos snapped. "If anyone here is to get us into trouble, it's the nerd that can't make any decisions!"
"I've told you that I can make decisions!" Logan exclaimed.
"So you admit that you're the nerd?" Carlos smirked deviously.
"Well, it definitely isn't you! You have the brain as small as a raisin," the brunette snapped, making the other growl and throw a punch. Logan retaliated by tackling the smallest to the ground.
"Guys, quit fighting already! We have to get going," Kendall sighed in frustration.
"Who put you in charge? You can't tell us what to do!" James yelled.
"Yes, I can because honestly, you guys couldn't take care of a group of kids, which is what it feels like to hang around with you guys!" The dirty blonde cried. "And you're the one that put me in charge."
"Well, I don't want you to lead us. Why can't I do it?" James crossed his arms.
"Ha! You? Lead? I'd like to see that. James, you can't lead! You're a follower, you don't want to think of plans, you always look to me!" Kendall mocked. Like Logan, James brought their leader to the ground and began fighting once more.
Gustavo and Kelly sighed heavily, shaking their heads disapprovingly. While they watched the argument unfold, the producer's assistant began listening to what they were saying, paying attention to their blaming carefully. It was strange – James seemed to be attacking Kendall only about his leadership, Kendall seemed to accuse Carlos of his oblivious attitude, Carlos went after Logan's intelligence, and Logan blamed James' confidence. Then something clicked.
Those four boys have been together for a very long time, longer than Kelly has known them. Yet they each act in a very important role in their group, contributing an attribute that the other three don't possess. Maybe they had all grown jealous of each other and their strengths? But why? Kelly didn't know but her theory seemed pretty spot-on as she continued to watch the struggling boys.
Once again, Gustavo hit the same deafening button as before, stopping the boys in their ruthless battling again. The music producer, close to losing his cool again, merely pointed toward the door and with that, his dogs begrudgingly followed.
Big Time Rush steamed out of the building and into the limousine waiting for them, taking little attention to the monstrous storm that boomed above them. Even on the 10-second walk to the car, they didn't feel water soaking through their clothes and chilling them to the bone. Their anger toward each other blocked everything out. The boys piled inside with Logan harshly slamming the door behind them.
Tension settled in the air as the unknown driver pulled away from the building. The four boys in the back seat as separated as they could, but it proved useless considering how small the back seats were. They avoided eye contact with one another, but if either of them were caught staring, they both would glare dangerously before looking away.
Oblivious to them all, the driver had taken an unexpected route to the Palm Woods, finding most streets that lead there to be closed off. So instead of the usual five minutes to arrive calculated until twenty minutes, the limo driver took the speeding freeway to get to the hotel.
Somehow, the storm seemed to worsen tenfold. Rain was pouring down harder than ever, making it so hard to see that the driver began seeing things.
Only then did Logan notice that they weren't anywhere he recognized. Silently, he sat up straight and took a closer look at the outside roads, but only occasional silhouettes of cars and headlights did he see rush past the growing fog. He bit his lip in worry, especially when he saw the road slowly flooding beneath the tires. Logan glanced at the others, but they still seemed too angry to notice. Maybe it was nothing to be anxious about, but Logan being Logan kept his eye on the road.
Boom! Crack!
Carlos jumped in his seat as another boom of thunder cracked above them. He was deathly afraid of thunderstorms, and the lightning he was able to spot not too far from the sky made him pale. He and Logan were the only ones to be afraid of storms but, based on the small peek he stole at the brunette, Carlos looked to be the only one freaked out. He squeezed his eyes shut and crossed his arms tighter around himself before he clenched his teeth and looked at the road, refusing to gaze at the harsh skies.
Boom!
James liked thunderstorms, it was peaceful in his mind's eye. He loves to sit indoors right next to a fire, a hot cup of cocoa in his hands, and pulling blankets all around his body until he was a James' sized cocoon. But now that he was practically in the middle of one, the pretty one couldn't imagine himself feeling so peaceful. The car rocked a few times as it swerved on the road, dodging past cars so they could make it back home safely. Now that he could take a look outside, he couldn't make out anything but passing red and yellow lights. It was ominous and it gave him the chills. He looked at the dirty blonde next to him, but he seemed too focused in the other window to notice he was staring. With a mental sigh, he brushed off the feeling and looked back at his own window.
Something wasn't right and Kendall had a bad feeling about it. You know that feeling when you think something really bad is going to happen to you, making you tense and paranoid? Kendall was having the experience, only ten times worse. The dirty blonde was notorious for proving these situations correctly, especially when he speaks his thoughts out loud. So he thought that if he didn't say anything, it wouldn't come true. But the violent swerves that driver continued to make sent him into an overwhelming spiral, increasing his paranoia all the more. The leader glanced at his friends, but they seemed to ignore the violent clashes they made against the window.
Unknown to them, the driver had a serious heart condition which he always ignored. So that meant he forgot to take the medication to prevent any heart attacks before driving the boys. This became unfortunate as when the driver began to make a turn, he began to get a heart attack. The window that connected to the back seats was closed, so the boys had no clue that their driver was practically dying in the front seat.
The moment he let go of the wheel, the limo continued to drive before ramming into the fenced ledge. The boys of BTR hurled against their seat belts in pain, but the thrill wasn't over. The unconscious driver had his foot on the gas pedal, which sped the limo continuously until it broke free from the metal ledge and sped down the cliff.
The guys screamed in horror as they watched their car fly off the side of the mountain. The vehicle hit the ground and somersaulted down the steep hill until it reached a cliff, its sudden adventure coming to a halt as half of the car hanging off the cliff while the back tires were stopped by a fallen tree, saving the back half of the car from plummeting into certain doom.
Silence filled the wrecked car. The only sound that came from the outside was the subtle creaking of the balancing car. Even the weather seemed to have stilled into silence.
The four boys were still miraculously conscious, only having sustained minor injuries. Carlos' helmet had protected him from any head injuries, but it was useless to the right side of his face where blood leaked rapidly down a large cut. Logan had seemed to sprain his ankle when it was slammed into something, but he along with the other two got a large headache from when his head was knocked into the roof multiple times. James had a few cuts on his arms when his window busted open, along with various bruises on his arms and face. The worst one out of all of them was Kendall, who had been thrown every which way when his seatbelt was magically unbuckled. He was near unconscious as blood dripped from the side of his mouth.
But the boys all ignored their injuries as they kept a death grip on their seats. They were shaking immensely, so severely that it would make all the chihuahuas in the world jealous. They made eye contact with one another but no glares were thrown. No, not this time.
Only looks of pure fear.
Kendall was the first to tear his gaze away from his best friends to his window. He and James sat at the other end of the others, their backs facing the driver. So that meant when he looked out his window, his pupils shrunk as his eyes widened in fear as he stared at the deep dark abyss that was beneath them. The only thing that secured them from falling off to their doom was a tree root, which didn't seem to be the best support. Carefully, he stuck his head back inside and took a deep shaky breath.
"We have to get out…," he whispered, thinking that any noise they made would make the car move. "Logan and Carlos, you guys have to go first. You two are on solid ground. James and I will carefully follow."
"B-But what about the driver?" Carlos stuttered quietly. Kendall bit back a curse. He nearly forgot about him. He (he knows that others know too) is certain that if they even try to help the driver, they'll shift the weight of the car and fall. But the nonrational part of his mind argued that it was the right thing to do.
"We have to leave him," James spoke before Kendall had the chance. Carlos looked at him with shocked eyes while Logan looked startled. "He's a lost cause, if we even try to help, we'll fall. Only one of us should die than all of us."
"James, we can't do that. We can't leave him to die!" Logan harshly whispered.
"Well we can't save him either," James snapped. His flinching made the car squeak, silencing them immediately. After a few seconds, he continued in a quieter tone. "I say we leave him. Plus, we don't know him and he's the one that drove us into this. Literally."
"That doesn't matter, James, we can't just leave him. No matter who he is, it's the right thing to do," Kendall finally spoke up. Logan nodded in agreement while James huffed. Carlos stayed quiet, a look of confliction clear on his face. They both did have points, but one option guaranteed their death while the other gave them a chance.
"Can you, uh, check his… heartbeat?" Carlos suggested slowly. Everyone looked at him, and if he could have shifted in his seat, he would have. Kendall and James glanced at each other than at the closed window connecting the two sides. Just when the dirty blonde was about to raise his hand, James beat him to it.
"I'll do it. You look like you're about to pass out any second," the pretty one noted. Kendall looked at him for a moment before nodding. James focused on the window and carefully slid it open. He couldn't see much inside, so he craned his neck as far as he could. What he saw made him freeze.
The driver was pinned against his seat with a large tree root sticking out of his chest. What made James shudder was all the blood sprayed at the front seat. Slowly, he retreated into the 'safe' zone and closed the small window, not letting anyone see what he saw. James cleared his throat uneasily.
"... He's gone," he muttered. The car fell silent again, and once again, it began to rain. It wasn't as harsh as it was last time, but it still matched the emotions they expressed.
"Logan, can you call anyone?" Kendall asked. Carlos frowned momentarily but didn't say anything. Logan shook his head.
"My phone flew out the window, and I wish I was kidding," he said.
"Well, we can't sit here forever. We need to get out," he proposed as his head turned in every direction to spot their escape route. "Logan, can you get out of your side of the car?"
The brunette in turn pulled on the door handle, but it refused to open. "Jammed," he notified.
Kendall nodded, unbeknownst to only angering Carlos more, and now including James. The dirty blonde scanned the area until he spotted a large root hovering over the car. It seemed too wide to grab onto Logan's side, so it would most likely thin out over on the other side. James happened to be looking at the same thing on his side of the car, so before Kendall had the chance to vocalize his plan, the pretty one beat him to the decision, but not the way he wanted.
"Carlos, there's a tree root behind your side of the car. If you can crawl through the window and climb it to get out, then find something to pull the car up with," James ordered. Carlos nodded and patted his helmet twice before doing what he was told.
"Carlos, no!" Logan yelled. The boy froze and turned to glare at him. "The mud is slippery, you can fall and hit the car."
"I'm not that clumsy, Logan. Quit treating me like a five-year-old," Carlos sneered. Logan flinched, not expecting that kind of response. None of them did. The three watched the youngest carefully slide out of the broken window, who hissed when pieces of glass sliced through his chest and stomach. Eventually, he made it safely on solid ground. He breathed heavily in both pain and relief to finally get out of the death car. Unfortunately, without his weight, the limo shifted drastically as it slowly began sliding off the cliff before stopping again.
"Carlos, hurry!" They yelled in fear. The teen jumped at their sudden voices before running around in search of something useful in panic. He suddenly slipped and fell on his back. He banged his fist on the muddy floor in frustration, feeling tears pricked the corners of his eyes.
"Carlos, are you okay?" Logan called.
"I'm fine!" He shouted, but his voice wavered pathetically. He bit back a sob as he staggered up to stand.
"Carlos… I'm sorry," Logan told him. The teen froze as he looked at the car. "I didn't mean to treat you like a kid or make you feel like an idiot. You're not, you're smart and mature at times but I only treat you like that because… I was worried that you wouldn't need me anymore… I always had to take care of you when Kendall and James aren't and the more we grow older, you don't seem to need me anymore. I'm sorry for having treated you like that."
Carlos sniffed and wiped his tears away before letting a small smile slip past his barrier. "I forgive you, Logie, and I'll always need you so you don't have to worry about me leaving anytime soon."
He heard Logan chuckle. "Thanks."
"I don't want to be that guy but would you mind hurrying up? We are hanging off a cliff," Kendall said. Carlos snapped to attention and nodded. He scanned the area once again. He looked side to side, but nothing was visible. He walked closer to the edge and only saw the dark abyss. He looked up but thick fog blocked his view of the street. However, he did spot an old rope hanging down from above.
"I see a rope up the mountain. I don't know where it leads," he called to his friends. It's a long way up the steep mountain.
"Can you get it?" James responded. The car squeaked loudly.
"It looks like I have no choice," he mumbled before he began his climb. Back inside the car, Logan winced as he moved his foot slightly. Kendall frowned in worry.
"I don't think I can get out. My foot is killing me," Logan hissed.
"Don't worry, we'll get you out," Kendall nodded confidently. Logan smiled slightly but winced again when his ankle throbbed.
"How did we get into this?" James whispered. The other two looked away, knowing the answer. "The only reason why we would even be here is that we wouldn't stop fighting!"
"I wasn't attacking you, man," Kendall frowned.
"You said I couldn't lead and I could, Kendall, you just never gave me a chance. You don't give anyone a chance," James backfired.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," the dirty blonde frowned. "But why do you want to lead? Not that I don't think you can."
"I was jealous, okay?!" James suddenly yelled. Thunder cracked above them, but they ignored it. "You always know what to do and how to solve any situation we get in, I guess I got a little jealous when I knew I couldn't lead. I'm sorry for fighting you, dude, I guess I got a little carried away."
Kendall smiled a bit. "It's no problem. And I meant when I said that you can lead, you just need the right moment. I guess I need to lose control, I guess. And I don't always make plans to get us out of trouble. Like right now? You got Carlos to get out of the car. I would have suggested something else."
James smiled as well. The rain continued to pour down, which weighed down the car. It creaked loudly just as it began to fall forward.
"We have to shift the weight!" Kendall cried. James, in a daring move, hopped on the other side of the seats. The car balanced out again, but now it was a greater danger to climb out safely. "That was close. Nice thinking, James."
The pretty one proudly smiled.
"Hey, Carlos? Did you get the rope?!" Logan yelled out the window, but he received no answer. The guys grew worried. "Carlos?"
"... I'm here!" The Latino finally replied. The guys let out breaths of relief. "Sorry, couldn't hear you over the rain. This tree won't hold the car any longer, you guys have to get out!"
"Logan's ankle is sprained and Kendall looks like he can collapse any minute," James said through the window. There was a pause.
"Is there any way to remove some weight?" Carlos asked. James hummed, then an idea popped into his mind.
"We have to get rid of the body," he thought aloud. The other two inside the car with him widened their eyes. "The driver is dead weight, he's tipping us over even more!"
"James, that's a bad idea! You might risk the chance of sending us falling," Logan exclaimed.
"But if I can steady myself while Carlos holds the car back, I can do it!" James retorted.
"But-"
"I agree with James," Kendall spoke. James and Logan looked at him in surprise. "That's the best plan we have. We need to get rid of the weight. I trust you'll do well."
James smiled and nodded.
"Alright, Carlos, hold the car in place, I'm getting out," James called. He called through the window, breaking the remaining glass with his hands. From a few feet away he saw Carlos pulling the old rope with all his might. The car creaked and began to slide. The Latino dug his feet into the mud as he desperately tried to hold on. Kendall hopped on the other seat like James did, which settled the car once more.
James reached over the ledge as he held onto the small tree and opened the front door. The putrid stench of blood reached his nose. The teen tried to reach inside the vehicle, but it was too far.
"I can't reach, I'm going to have to climb inside," James told the rest. He turned to Carlos. "Do you think you can hold my weight?"
He shrugged. "I can try, but I don't think this rope can handle it."
James bit his lip. This was too risky and he knew it. "We're on a slope," he noted. "If I take out the driver, it'll be impossible to lift the car back to solid ground."
"Your point?" Carlos strained.
"We have to get Logan and Kendall out then drop the car," he said.
"Well hurry up because… I can't hold it any longer." James nodded before turning to the ones inside. They heard the conversation, so they nodded to the plan. James helped steady the car with his foot on the tire while Kendall began to crawl his way out of the window. The rain made it easier to slip through. James assisted the dirty blonde onto the safe part of the cliff, where Carlos struggled to keep the tilting car in the air. But then the unthinkable happened. Just as James turned back to the car, they heard a loud SNAP! and the car suddenly began screeching off the cliff.
"LOGAN!" The three teens yelled, but it was drowned out in the rain and the blood-curdling scream of their friend. The car dived off of the cliff, disappearing into another fog.
James collapsed on his knees as he began to sob loudly. Thunder and lightning boomed above them as he punched the ground repeatedly in anger.
"Logan, I'm so sorry," he cried.
"I let the rope break," he heard Carlos whisper behind him. "And all I did was fight with him."
"It's not your fault, 'Los," Kendall patted him on the back, but the boy didn't react. He just stood there frozen. The dirty blonde sighed as he wiped the never-ending river of tears on his face before leading the teen over to James, who managed to calm down.
"I was so close," James whispered as he stared off into space. "If I was faster, I could have gotten him out."
"It's not your fault, James, don't beat yourself up," Kendall frowned. James sighed but didn't say anything else. The three of them just sat there at the edge of the cliff, being soaked to the bone by the pouring rain. Yet they couldn't feel anything, they were numb.
But then Kendall's ears perked up.
There was a sound, so faint that he thought he imagined it. But then he heard it again.
"Do you guys hear that?" He whispered.
"What's there to hear? What does it matter?" James glared lightly. Carlos then sat up to attention.
"I hear it too!" He exclaimed. He and Kendall peered over the ledge, where the sound came from.
"... help…" a voice spoke from the distance. James immediately looked over the cliff, peering down through the thick fog. "... guys!..."
"Logan! It's Logan, he's alive!" James exclaimed with a laugh. "But where is he?"
"He's down there! We have to check it out," Carlos decided before running off and returning to the remaining rope. He began tying it around his waist, wincing slightly when it touched his sore cuts. "I'm going down."
"No way, let me," James stood up. "You won't be able to carry Logan."
"I can carry Kendall, and he's heavier than Logan, plus you'll weigh more on the rope," Carlos retorted.
"Carlos, let James go. I can help you with the rope," Kendall spoke up, though his half-lidded eyes did little to support his answer. He wouldn't be much help, but Carlos reluctantly sighed and handed the rope to James.
"If you both don't come back, I'm coming after you," he warned. James smiled before tying the rope around his waist. He stood at the edge, staring at the foggy bottom fearfully. He shook his head and looked behind him, giving the signal to the two that he was ready. They positioned themselves before nodding as well. James turned back around and began to descend the mountain.
He passed the layer of fog, tightly gripping against the cracks and small ledges on the wall. It was slippery, but he still had a tough grip. Soon, he found the limo. It was wedged between another tree sticking out of the mountain. The whole front was crushed and he grew worried when he couldn't see his friend.
"Logan?" He called.
"James!" His voice suddenly replied. The pretty teen looked at the back seats of the limo and nearly burst into tears with relief when he spotted Logan cowering at the other end of the seat.
"Logie! Boy, am I glad to see you!" He exclaimed happily. He held out his hand while the other held the rope. "Come on, we don't have much time."
"B-But I can't," Logan whispered, shrinking into the seat further. The taller one looked at him incredulously.
"What? Why not?" He asked. Logan's lip quivered.
"I'm scared," he whispered. James sighed but smiled slightly.
"I know you are, you have a right to be. But so am I," James admitted, getting a surprised look from his friend. "It's not easy being brave in a situation like this but I can tell you right now that you are way braver than I could ever be!"
"Really?" Logan squeaked.
"Of course, man!" He laughed light-heartedly. "You survived this, didn't you? You're alive right? Logan, you're awesome! I'm not gonna lie, I wish I could be like you."
Logan smiled lightly.
"Now, will you trust me and yourself to get out of this car and get back to the others?" James held out his hand again. Logan took a deep breath before nodding confidently. He grabbed James' hand and was helped to be pulled out of the car. He hugged his friend as he was carried back to the top.
"I'm sorry for being such a jerk to you, I shouldn't have been," Logan apologized quietly.
"It's no problem. As long as we're good now, that's what matters," James smiled. Logan settled his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes as he was gently lifted back at the top.
With Carlos slowly pulling them up and a half-conscious Kendall by his side, he huffed when he felt the rope creak with every pull he made.
"How are you so happy all the time?" Kendall suddenly spoke. Carlos glanced at him and he could instantly tell that his friend was struggling to stay awake. He was too as a lot of pressure was on his arms.
"It's easy. You just have to think happy thoughts and not care about what others think," he huffed in exhaustion.
"But how?" Kendall mumbled, his voice just heard over the light rain. "Everyone has something rude to say, even I have said things to you that I regret. How can you just let it go?"
Carlos sighed. "I just do, I guess. It's not like I forget, but I just think… what's the point? You only have one life to live, right? So why waste it on feeling bad about some words?"
"Hm… I guess you're right," Kendall smiled. "And I'm sorry for being such a jerk to you. Forgive me?"
"Yeah, I do." There was a pause before Carlos sharply gasped, making his eyes snap open. He immediately saw what there was to be shocked about. The rope was near breaking. "GRAB IT!"
Carlos dove for the rope, but it snapped before he could reach it. Like before, it slid all the way past the cliff.
"NO!" They shouted. Thunder clasped above them and lightning struck dangerously close.
But then two hands popped up from the cliff. A second later, James and Logan appeared over the ledge.
"You're alive!" Carlos cried.
"Yup, and could use a little help!" James strained. The other two nodded and helped the final ones up from the cliff. They all hugged each other tightly, crying when they knew they survived. The storm clouds began to clear and lighten up the sky, along with the thick fog. The view was finally revealed to be near Hollywood Mountain. The boys sat back against the rock as they took a long look at the city.
"This was… an adventure," Kendall smiled.
"Never want to do that again," Logan chuckled.
"Agreed," they all said.
"Do you think someone will find us?" James questioned.
"Does it matter? We're here together, I call that a win," Carlos smiled as he closed his eyes. The rest did the safe, pain and exhaustion washing over them. The last they heard before they succumbed to total darkness was the loud sirens over them.
THE END