Carlos' Goodbye Letter: Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Ok, so this was supposed to be a one shot, but I had ideas on how to add on more. There are only 2 chapters left one for each of the members of BTR. I'm kinda on a break from a Logan Mitchell Story, since I don't really know what to do with that. If you have any ideas please PM me and help. Thank you, and enjoy.
James' POV
I couldn't believe my eyes. My best friend and roommate was no longer walking the face of the earth. He was no longer part of the band he was just a memory. I couldn't accept the fact he was gone.
I James Diamond the "pretty boy" of Big Time Rush, is officially depressed. I can honestly say I don't give a shit about the band or a care in the world. I can become the fastest man ever and I wouldn't care.
I sighed, looking over at the two boys standing next to me. "I'm going out. I can't be in this room. It reminds me too much of him." I said, as the tears stopped falling from my eyes.
The boys nodded and stayed inside the room.
"James dinners ready go get the boys." Mrs. Knight asked.
"I'm not hungry," I said bitterly.
"Well, can you at least get the boys."
"No," I said, and then walked out of apartment 2J.
I was out on the streets of California. Something I didn't do often, since everything really was at the Plamwoods, except the one place I was heading to.
I finally walked to the barbershop, after a twenty-minute walk.
"I need a walk-in appointment." I said to the person holding a little black book.
"Take a seat, someone will help you soon." I smiled and did what I was told.
I took a seat and started reading the old addition of 'Men Fashion', which happened to be my favorite magazine ever.
I skimmed the issue I have already read. It had made me think of the time Carlos had cut my 'Men Fashion' magazine, because he thought it would be funny to see my reaction. I let out a small sigh, and more tears were falling from my face. I didn't exactly care that I was crying, or doing it in public.
That's when the barber came over to me and told me it was my turn. I sat down in the chair.
"What can I do for you sir?" The Barber asked.
"Cut it all off." I said.
"But your hair, it's just so beautiful." He said.
"I know, I'll miss it but I just want it gone." I said almost in tears.
The barber did what I asked and cut it all off. I looked at my bald self in the mirror. I looked really funny with no hair. But it did make me feel a little better. I paid and tipped the barber. I then walked all the way back to the Plamwoods.
When I walked into the lobby everyone gave me strange looks. I guess they just can't handle seeing the "pretty boy" not look so pretty. But fuck good looks. Fuck everything.
I just wanted my best friend back. Nothing will ever bring him back. I miss him. I got back into the apartment and everyone in there was gaping at my baldhead.
I ran into my room and balled my eyes out.
"Carlitos why did you have to leave us?" I said, as more tears fell from my face.
