James is only sixteen and his life is nothing but pressure. His younger brother, Marco, is enduring late stage leukemia. His best friend Logan is in an abusive relationship with his mother and has cut off all ties with their friend group. Jame's grandfather is spending all of his time at the workshop building things that James understands but does not share a passion for.

Now he's leaving school and it's nearing seven P.M. The sun is going down. The side walks are busy but with the unusual traffic of the evening. Kendall usually follows him and they get through it together until they reach summit drive and then the next twenty minutes is all James but today the forty five minute commute is all his and he has no idea it's going to take him even longer than that to find home.

Let's center focus to the left. Over there, by the Taffy store, in the Ally, taking out the trash for his mother's business is Carlos. Another student who goes to Allovut High with James. Only Carlos is hardly ever noticed. He's a quiet fellow with a head full of whispers and secrets. He never speaks and so the other students tell him everything. All of them except for the Toy Trio.

That's what Allovut high refers to as the all white musician boys who basically run the school from their Showchoir classroom. Two of them were also on the Varsity for the basketball team and the other one, Logan, is supposedly the smartest kid in school. Together the three of them have won thirty seven trophies and they're only in the end of their sophmore year.

What has Carlos accomplished? He won't tell anyone but he has crafted a mad story about them all. That little purple journal of his is full of a fantasy that complies and coats all the secrets of Allovut high in a way that turns the story so very far away from Highschool drama and into a land where there seemingly childish problems are equivicated by real life events. Who you are, where you stand, and what you're doing about your problem is what Carlos focuses on. The names, the opinions, and the judgement are painted over with bright colors from a place he calls, The Neon Jungle.

How he sees through their facade. How he so very much cares for them all. Especially the three he knows nothing about.

James is long gone by now and Carlos is finishing up the tasks at hand. It's all he had left to do before he could hop on that deep, indigo colored bike and make his way home. Before he left he took note that the other Basketball boy wasn't there. Kendall was a stoner, and beyond that he was very publicly out as Gay.

A different kind of gay too. He wasn't the loud frilly type with the sparkles and the kesha obsession, no that was Tequilla drenched Tyson with the twink body and an angry face. He wasn't the average boy type with the comic book merchandise and the cute smile, no that was Emotional Evan with the lucky rabbits foot on his neck. No, Kendall was the extra big hoodie and basketball shorts with the over sexed personality and deep objectification of anything blonde with blue eyes and a bubble but type. They call him Kinky Kendall.

There were rumors that James and Logan were also gay, only private about it. Only Carlos figured that if they were they were all in some extremely intimate group he'd never be a part of. Still, as he turned down the ally where he knew he'd cross the path those boys take everyday, he was worried to death about how James might interact with him when no one was around to see it.

His young little mind was thwarted when he realized he wouldn't have to worry about the conversation. He would have to find out where the van is going because about five guys just beat the absolute shit out of James on the corner of Bleak and Cob before dragging him into the open side door of the now vanishing vehichle and Carlos' heart went into psychosis mode and he cranked up the volume on his phone so that his music was loud enough in his ears to block out everything.

He was on a mission.