Sorry this took so long. And it's so short... In continuation of last chapter.
Um... so, yeah. LOL. Awkward author's note. Just read now. :P
Oh, and just so you know, the chapter title has NOTHING to do with the chapter.
And I meant "Big Time Contest," not "Big Time Dates" in the last chapter. Too lazy to change that so.
After lunch, Carlos told James to go home, and that he was going to wait up for Jett to find out more about Logan. So reluctantly, James headed back home and Carlos hung around until Jett finished his shift. When Jett stepped out from the back door out of uniform, Carlos ran to catch up with him.
"Jett!" he called out, racing after the brunette who turned around.
"Hey, what are you still doing here?" Jett asked, slowing down for Carlos.
"Um, I didn't want to go find Logan alone. I feel that would kind of be... stalkerish."
Jett laughed. "Yeah, sure. But when he kills me for leading you to him, you're cleaning up the blood."
Carlos frowned. "Does he not want to see me?"
Jet pulled out his phone and dialed a number, eyes glued to the screen. "It's not that; it's not what you think, trust me. It's just..."
"Complicated?" Carlos guessed with a heavy sigh.
Jett nodded and brought his phone to his ear, waiting for someone on the other line to pick up.
"Hey, Logan. Where are you right now? I just got off my shift."
Carlos looked around as he listened into the conversation. He couldn't really hear Logan though.
"You ran away again?" Jett sighed, stuffing a hand into his jacket pocket. "I thought everything was fine now."
Carlos quirked an eyebrow as he waited patiently for Jett to say something else. Ran away...?
"Logan... they don't hate you."
Hate him? Carlos gasped silently.
"Wait, I thought Dak and Kendall were at the hospital. How are you going to crash at their place?" Jett asked.
Who's Dak and Kendall? Are those his friends who had to go to the hospital that night he was down at the police station?
"Oh, I see. Alright, well if you need somewhere to stay, you can always come to my house."
Carlos gently nudged Jett with his elbow, reminding him why he was calling in the first place. Jett mouthed 'oh' and cleared his throat.
"So Loges, are you free right now? I'll come find you at the park," Jett suggested.
Carlos watched Jett earnestly, waiting for Logan's answer. Jett side-glanced at the Latino and nodded his head.
"Cool, see ya."
Jett hit 'end call' and stuffed it back into his pocket.
"Alright, he's in Central Park right now. Good luck, kiddo."
Jett started to walk the other way, when Carlos yelled out, "W-wait! Where are you going? I thought you were going with me!"
"Home," Jett replied, turning around and walking backwards. "What's the point of going with you? Plus he'll know now that I obviously set you up, so it won't seem stalkerish anymore right?"
"Not right!" Carlos protested. "It's still creepy!"
"Nah, man. Bye Carlos! It was nice meeting you."
Jett smiled and turned around.
Carlos let out a defeated sigh and muttered, "You too."
…
Yup, I'm a stalker. A motherflippin' stalker. I stalk people. I am a stalker. Logan will think I'm a stalker. I even think I'm a stalker. Now where is Logan... oh!
Carlos spotted a boy in a backwards purple cap, a thick white jacket, and dark denim sitting on a park bench underneath a big tree. He was holding a sketchpad in his left hand, and scribbling onto the pad with a graphite pencil with his write. It looked like he was deep in concentration.
As Carlos got closer, he could sort of see what Logan was drawing. It looked like the tree that stood across from Logan, or maybe it was a dog. Okay, so maybe Carlos couldn't tell. But before he could figure out what Logan was drawing, he looked up and scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.
Oh shit, I'm a stalker. He's gonna hate me because I'm a stalker.
Carlos cursed under his breath, wondering why he even thought this was a good idea to begin with. He thought about turning back and just going back home, but Logan had already seen him and it was too late. So the smartest thing he could think to do was to just say—
"Hi!" Carlos chirped, a little too happily if one asks him.
That was really fucking smooth, Garcia.
Carlos sounded his throat awkwardly, and for some reason, deepened his voice as if it would make things less awkward. "Ahem—I mean, hello."
Logan gave him a weird look and closed his sketchbook, setting it next to him.
"What are you doing here?"
Carlos was getting nervous now, and was playing with the hem of his jacket. He was actually sweating in the cold New York weather, and he was so nervous that his mind wandered. Now he was thinking about what if his sweat freezes over.
"Carlos?"
"THEN IT WOULD PROBABLY SUCK!" he blurted, then covered his mouth.
"...I'm sorry?" Logan asked, confused. "I asked you a question, Carlos!"
"I know, I know, I was just thinking about something else..." Carlos murmured, then pointed at the seat beside Logan. "Can I sit?"
Logan moved his sketchpad aside and onto the ground so that Carlos could sit down.
"Well?"
Carlos took a deep breath.
"I wanted to see you," Carlos calmly replied.
"So you used that as an excuse to stalk me?" Logan inquired, sounding a bit touched.
Carlos rolled his eyes. "I know, I told myself that it was stalking too. But you know me, never thinking things through. You're right, Logan, I'm sorry. Don't think I like to be creepy, because I don't. I'm not usually creepy. I'm usually friendly, but not to the extent of being creepy. Like, I do nice things for kids and stuff, but it's all innocent! And sometimes I go out to look for someone who needs help, and I don't think that's creepy! Is that creepy? I hope it's not creepy. Because I'm not trying to be a creepy person. I just like helping and making friends. And anyway—"
"Are you done rambling yet?" Logan asked, rather amused.
Carlos coughed. "Yeah, sorry. I'm nervous."
Logan chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. Carlos couldn't help but stare. Logan just looked so God damned cute in that purple hat and that fluffy white jacket...
"I just asked you a simple question; no need to give me a fucking speech, okay? And why are you so nervous?"
Carlos blushed and looked down at the snow. "I just didn't know how you'd react, considering you just left and didn't even give me a phone number or anything."
Logan took a deep breath and stared at the snow too. "Sorry. I didn't meant to hurt you or anything."
Carlos turned to look at Logan, eyebrows fixed. "Do you not want to be friends with me? I mean, I thought we got along quite well. Am I too ugly for your eyes to handle?"
Logan shook his head rapidly and eyes wide. "No! It's nothing like that! Don't think like that! You're great, Carlos. You're a sweet guy and you have a great set of head on your shoulders, and you have a very beautiful face, which is why we shouldn't be friends. I'm nothing but trouble. Trust me—"
"I heard you ran away from home," Carlos revealed suddenly.
Logan rolled his eyes and leaned forward so that his elbows were resting on his thighs. "Fucking Jett."
"Logan, I want to help," Carlos said.
"I don't need help."
"You obviously do," Carlos insisted. "Family is important."
Logan leaned back and turned to Carlos. "Fine, if family was important, you wouldn't go around sneaking behind your dad's back to talk to me. You'd be honest and listen to him."
Carlos looked stunned. "T-that's entirely different! I still love my dad!"
"Then do him a favor and stop talking to me," Logan advised. "Don't you think there's a reason why he doesn't want you around me? I only put people in danger, Carlos. I'm not a good person."
"That's not true," Carlos objected, voice faltering. "T-that's not true! You're a good person!"
"I'm not, and your dad would know. I'm sorry to disappoint you, Carlos, but it's for your own good."
Logan stood up and picked up the sketchbook from the ground and flashed a weak smile.
"I'm glad you made the effort in finding me; you're a good friend and you want to help, I know. But I'm a lost cause. Good bye."
Carlos watched at Logan began to walk away. He wanted to call Logan back but he know it would be a fruitless attempt. There was just something about the boy wearing the purple cap that made Carlos want to extend a hand and help him. Logan was special to him. Nothing was really all that clear at the moment except that Carlos couldn't give up. He couldn't just let Logan walk out of his life. He had to help, and he was determined to do so.
My failed attempt to add humor into this chapter. LOL.
Story of my life. Anyway, I hope you guys like it! HAPPY TURKEY DAY TOO. GOBBLE GOBBLE.
Reviews are awesome and a great way to be thankful. ;)
I wrote a fluffy Cargan oneshot yesterday, that's really really short so if you want to go read it, you can.
Ahem, and if mrsjahmez is reading this, it's for you. :D
I'm going to be bringing Dak and Kendall in next chapter I think. So yay. Kames will start in a few.
