Carlos had decided school wasn't the most important thing to attend today. Logan had passed out four times already and here he was at the setting sun awaiting his new... what's the word... friend? Yeah that sounds right. Awaiting his new friends rejoining to the conscious world. He felt bad that he couldn't do more to help. He felt worse that it was taking so long. He felt overwhelmed by all these... feelings.

That's not what you do here. You don't feel. You just do. Things happen and the laughter rings. Most boys make the strongest efforts to make the laughter louder. It was a game. If it's not laughter it's sedative. If it's not sedative it's dopamine. You got to fight for them all.

Carlos sighed as the phone in his numb hands vibrated. It was at five percent. So he had to think and he had to do it fast. His own cell phone was back where he sleeps currently. Having it on you is constant paranoia because the glitches here are tremendous and he cannot have a redo of the day where clowns fucking squirrels played outloud during the silence of the fallen soldiers in gym that day in the fall a year ago.

So he tries to wake up the boy before him. Pale and running low on blood. So hopeless. A snot bubble pops in the dying boys nose and the laughter in Carlos' head rings. Even still he sets the phone down and reaches up with both hands to cup the face. He takes a thumb and wipes away the ooze. His eyes find a loose patch of fabric and he dips it in the water, now warm, to clean the blood off of the guys face.

The laughter stops. He's got that warm fuzzy feeling.

Then Logan's waking up again. The eyes they flutter. So sweetly he finds the little black dots that mean this guy was looking back at him, "What's your name?" Asks Carlos.

"Why?" He asks.

Carlos pulls away, ashamed. The laughter's loud. It's roaring. It hurts. It wont stop. DEAR GOD WHY WONT IT STOP!

Then suddenly Logan is kissing Carlos and the sounds all stop at once. Except the most disturbing sound. The sound of metal being ripped from flesh. Then Logan's rearing back his head to scream but Carlos doesn't want the screaming, nor does he want the laughter, so he kisses Logan this time. They kiss and it's deep. It's wet and it's warm. Hands find the wound and pressure is applied. Carlos doesn't want Logan to bleed out and Logan knows this. So they keep kissing.

Carlos then hurries to pull off his own jacket and use it as a turniket. He ties the knot and says to Logan, "You need blood."

"I need to get out of this place." Logan responds.

Carlos looks over at the phone that's powering down, "What's it like there? In your world."

"Not that great." Logan has to admit. Before he wound up in someone else's universe his own was eating him. There's no happiness back there. There's no happiness here.

How did he even know James here, he knew his James and his James was bashful and timid. Hung out at the library more than the pool. He sang songs about love. He didn't get 'laid' and he sure as hell didn't turn away when someone he cared about asked for help. He never loved Camille. Dating her was something he did to suppress his love for James.

James would never love Logan. James was in love with the boy who was currently walking through the door of the shed.

"Kendall?" Asks Logan.

Kendall's terror may have been strong to begin with but now it looks as though he's a bull seeing red. The blood on the floor surrounding Logan set him off.

"Who the fuck are you!" He slams the door behind him.

Carlos stands to his feet. This anger thing. It's not easily squashed like it is for the people he went to school with. It's not executed with stupid humor. It's not silenced with a punch to the nuts. It's not extinguished with a power move. This is another person from Logan's world and he's not as curious. He's more of the throw hands type and Carlos remembers what it was like when all the white kids on his block were beating up that jewish boy and they all told Carlos to go fuck himself, including the jewish kid.

"I have seen a guy hurl himself into a wood-chipper. I had a conversation with a man at a gas station about using the fuel pumps to fuck my own rectum. I have seen signs about the amount of fat people they have hung in the woods the last year and a cow was eating it's own calf as two rednecks masturbated nearby. What the fuck is going on?" He lunged for Carlos like he was going to attack.

Logan fought to find his footing, moved in front of the boy in question and held out a hand, "Kendall. Be easy. Please. He's not like them."