I think I'm incapable of writing long chapters now. :'(
This chapter is really random. I don't like it as much as I would because it feels really out of the blue.
I don't know, maybe that's just me. I don't want to confuse you guys.
"Can I ask you a question?" Logan asked Carlos.
Logan was lying on Carlos' bed and Carlos was sitting at his desk, furiously scrawling on a piece of binder paper with a heated passion.
"Mm," Carlos mumbled, glancing back and forth between the history textbook and his half-finished notes.
"Why are you such a nerd?"
Carlos ceased his scribbling and dropped his pencil. He whirled around on his spinny chair, a pout on his face. "I'm not a nerd!"
"Right," Logan teased, laughing at Carlos' reaction.
"Do you actually have a question?" Carlos sighed.
Logan nodded and sat up slowly. "How come you were so scared of me at the precinct?"
Carlos pondered for a moment. "I wasn't really scared of you, per say. I was scared of my dad. If I tried to talk to you, he'd probably kill me."
"Because I'm like, a criminal in his eyes?"
"No, because he thinks you have no hope," Carlos corrected. "In the entire span of his career, he's managed to save a few teenagers from ruining their lives and correct their errors. He feels like he can't sway you."
"I don't need anyone to tell me how to act," Logan shrugged.
"Well anyway, he just doesn't want me to associate with people like you, I guess."
Logan scrunched his eyebrows. "People like me?"
Carlos stammered as he fought for words, shaking his head vigorously as if he was afraid he had offended Logan. But the white boy just ended up laughing.
"I'm kidding; I don't take much offense to that. But—"
"Carlos?" a voice sounded from downstairs. "I'm home early. Do you want to go out to eat tonight?"
Carlos snapped his head to look at Logan with wide eyes. "Oh fuck!"
"Whoa, you badass, dropping the f-bomb like it's no big deal," Logan joked as Carlos pulled him up and pushed him into his closet.
"Shh!" he hissed before shutting the door of his closet.
As soon as the closet door clicked, the door to the room bursted open.
"Dad!" Carlos yelped, jumping. "Hey, what are you doing home so early?"
Officer Garcia stared skeptically back and forth between Carlos and the closet door, but decided to ignore it.
"I have to work late, so they let me go home for a bit. Do you want to eat out?" his dad asked.
He heard a muffled giggle coming from his closet, but he ignored it. Perv.
"Um, no, it's okay. I have a butt load of homework."
"Son, it's Saturday..."
Carlos sounded his throat as his mind raced to find an excuse. He absolutely loathed lying to his dad. Why did he think that hiding a juvenile delinquent who he didn't know in his room would be a good idea?
"I have like, five tests though," he lamely replied. "So... yeah."
"Uh, okay. Well, I'll be downstairs until 9 so," Officer Garcia said and left the room.
As soon as the door closed, Carlos let out the breath he was holding in and ran to open the closet.
"BOO!"
Carlos shrieked and fell back. "JESUS, TAKE THE WHEEL!"
Logan toppled over in laughter, then winced in pain.
"Carlos?" his dad called from downstairs.
"Uh, just a spider!" Carlos yelled back.
He glared daggers at Logan and hit him. "Dude, what the hell was that!"
"'Jesus take the wheel?' You've got to be shitting with me!"
Carlos grumbled and sat back at his desk to continue doing his homework.
"Aw, don't be mad at me!" Logan cooed, poking Carlos and laughing.
"I'm not mad," Carlos muttered, still pouting and taking notes furiously.
"I'm sowwy."
Logan spun his chair around so that Carlos was forced to face him.
"C'mon, give daddy a hug."
"You're weird," Carlos simply said, not moving an inch.
Logan paid no heed and decided to pull Carlos up onto his feet and put his arms around him lightly, making sure he didn't hurt himself even more in the process since he was still extremely sore.
"Meh, get off me!" Carlos whined, although he made no attempts to actually shake the boy that was barely embracing him.
"Make me."
Logan still didn't budge.
"Don't make me kick you in the leg. You will fall and die from even more pain," Carlos threatened in a joshing manner.
"Ooh, I'm scared."
"You should be."
Logan pulled back and stared Carlos straight in his big, warm brown eyes, eyebrows fixed and his 'game face' on.
"You threatening me, son?"
"I am," Carlos replied, stifling his laughter.
"I might have to teach you a lesson."
"Ew, that sounds dirty."
"You're a pervert," Logan laughed, rolling his eyes.
Carlos didn't say anything because he was too busy sniggering to think of something. But somewhere along the way, his laughing faded and he found himself inching closer and closer to Logan's face that was merely an inch away. Before their lips met, Logan staggered back and cleared his throat, looking at anywhere but Carlos.
"Um, I should probably give my friend a call," Logan whispered.
"Yeah, sure."
Logan went into his bathroom and shut the door. Carlos sat back down and exhaled deeply, mentally bitch slapping himself for leaning in. Seriously, what the hell was that? He didn't even know Logan, and Logan didn't even know him. They had just met, and he knew absolutely nothing about Logan. Logan probably thinks I'm a freak now.
As he paced back and forth on the baby blue tiles of Carlos' bathroom, Logan pulled his cell phone out and rapidly dialed a number.
"Hello?"
"Kendall? Are you and Dak okay?" Logan frantically asked.
"Yeah, we're good in terms of health and stuff. But not so good with the law and paying for medical bills," the blonde sighed.
"What? What's wrong?"
"It's our third offense. We're getting one last chance, but all the officers are putting us on close watch."
"Shit, I will kill Neal if it's the last thing I do," Logan angrily sputtered.
"Logan, don't," Kendall warned. "You're going to get sent to juvy if you do anything."
Logan sighed, passing a hand through his face. "I already tried today. Luckily, I didn't get caught but I got hurt."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, nothing like last time. But a friend helped me so I'm staying at his house. Wait, how do you have a phone if you're in the hospital?"
"I told her it was an iPod."
Logan chuckled. "Alright, well when do you get out?"
"Uh, probably next week. Logan, what am I supposed to do? Dak and I can't afford this."
"We'll find a way, alright?"
There was a soft knock on the door. "Logan?"
"Hey, I gotta go," Logan hastily added. "Talk to you soon, Knight."
"You too, Mitchell."
The boy hung up and limped up to the door. His body seemed to grow heavier by the minute. His energy was drained and his injuries seemed to be hurting more than ever. He felt light-headed and he was fighting to keep his eyes open. He took a deep breath, passed his hand over his face, and reached for the door knob.
"Sorry about that," Logan apologized.
"It's okay; just wanted to make sure you didn't die," Carlos lightly chortled, a hint of awkwardness somewhere in there.
"Um, I'm tired. Do you think I can go to sleep now?"
Carlos nodded and pointed to his bed. "You can sleep there."
"N-no, I couldn't. Is there like a sleeping bag or—"
"Logan," Carlos said sternly, "you're sleeping on my bed. No excuses."
"But where are you going to sleep?" Logan frowned.
"Don't worry about it," the Latino assured. "Get some rest."
Logan's lips curled up into a small smile. "Thanks."
He slowly climbed into the unfamiliar bed and pulled the blankets over him. He could hear Carlos at his desk turning pages and papers crinkling as he erased. He sank deeper into the pillow and closed his heavy eyelids. Although foreign, Logan felt comfortable with the bed. Maybe it was the scent of a particular boy that made everything feel at ease, despite how creepy that sounded. It was weird. He swore to God there was something there between him and Carlos, but it was all so confusing and happened in such a short time. He didn't even know Carlos, and Carlos definitely didn't know Logan.
But thoughts lead to more thoughts, which made him think about the small moment they had shared before he ran off—or stumbled off—into the bathroom. Logan wasn't sure of a lot of things, but one thing was very clear: they were both compelled to kiss each other. He shuddered at the thought. It's not that he didn't want to. It's just that with his life so complicated and fucked up, it would be wrong of him to bring such an innocent and bright boy with a future ahead of him into a dark life of crime and violence.
And if Carlos really knew what laid in Logan's past...
Yeah don't shoot me.
Originally, I was going to have Logan not stay for the night and run off to meet up with his friends, but then it wouldn't work. So anyway, this was the best I came up with. And I hope you all aren't like "The fuck is going on?" D: Okay you know what, I'm going to shut up now, LOL. Review, or not. It's a free country.
