LOVE ME LOVE ME, SAY YOU'RE GONNA LOVE ME.
Dudes, I churned this out like a BOSS.
Just kidding, it took me a freaking long time okay.
Sorry, I have finals next week and had a load of shit to do. :P Anyway, enjoy. This chapter was kind of long.
It was cold, and Logan didn't know what he hell he was thinking. He was squatting, leaning against the brick wall of a random house, shivering as the harsh wind blew snow into his face. What possibly gave him the thought that he would be fine living outside in the New York winter.
Just then, a car stopped in front of him and the window rolled down, revealing his blonde friend in the driver's seat.
"Hey, Logan, need a place to live?"
Logan smirked and got up from the ground, climbing into the old car as quickly as his legs could carry him. As soon as he shut the door, he was attacked with a hug.
"Hey Dak," he laughed, teeth still chattering. "How'd you guys find me?"
"We were picking up some booze from the liquor store a block from here and actually just saw you," Kendall grinned, holding up bottles of cheap alcohol. "Consider yourself lucky, Mitchell."
Logan rolled his eyes. "How'd you get the money for that?"
"It's called stealing, Logan," Dak reminded, winking at him.
"Dude, you guys just got a warning from the cops and you're already stealing?"
They both shrugged.
"You know what they say, Loges," Kendall said. "Steal until you get caught. Then lie."
Logan gave up, releasing a sigh of defeat. No use in rebutting against Kendall. Kendall turned the radio up louder, whooping as they drove down the street and towards Dak's house.
"I don't see why I have to come," Carlos groaned, leaning against the passenger door of James' car.
"Because my cousin scares me," James shivered. "And you're just going to sit around all night moping about your boyfriend who technically never was your boyfriend."
"He's your cousin, James. How in the world can you be scared of your cousin?" Carlos asked, eyes narrowed in confusion. He purposely avoided the second part of James' statement.
"You would be scared if your cousin was like a fucking gang member or something," he mutterd, turning left onto an empty street and pulled over.
Carlos took a quick look at the surroundings, and deemed it to be the most ghetto place he has ever been in. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard James open the door to get out.
"Whoa, I'm not getting off," Carlos said, holding his hands up. "This place is ghetto as hell, James."
James gave Carlos an eyeroll.
"Dude, grow some balls and let's go."
Carlos huffed and unbuckled his seat belt. He opened the car door, quickly got out, and slammed it shut.
"Fine. But why are we here anyway?" he asked, shivering from both the cold and the eerie silence of the neighborhood. He glanced around anxiously every so often as he stood there.
James snickered at Carlo's nervous behavior. He grabbed Carlos' wrist and pulled him towards the front doors of a shabby apartment that looked like it either belonged to a really old couple who refused to move to a retirement home or it was haunted.
"He just got out of the hospital, and my aunt wanted to check if he's okay."
"So she can't just do it herself?"
James opened the door to the building and held it open for his friend.
"No, they lost touch over the years. I'm the only who Dak will talk to," James replied glumly.
Carlos would've said something, but he was too busy containing his pee. The 'lobby' was deserted, as if no one had been here for years. He tugged at James' jacket sleeve.
"Are you sure he lives here? It seems like no one lives here," Carlos whimpered as he slowly staggered up the stairs behind James.
"Yeah, now you scared of my cousin?" James laughed.
Carlos nodded, biting his lip. James stopped at a door and knocked thrice. No answer. Carlos anxiously grabbed James' hand tightly, beginning to hyperventilate.
James calmly knocked again, waiting patiently in front of the door. At this point, Carlos had enough and couldn't possibly hold in his piss any longer, so he took the initiative to knock on the door furiously.
"Open up! I don't want to die with an improperly emptied bladder!" he screamed, still pounding on the door.
The door finally opened and a brunette came into view. He was fairly good looking, and had dark hair and grey eyes. He wore a skeptical expression, but when he saw who was at the door, his mouth broke into a smile.
"Hey Cuz," he greeted the tall brunette. "How nice of you to visit me."
James gave a tiny smile.
"Your mom wanted me to check on you. How are you?"
Before James' cousin had the chance to reply, someone's voice from inside the apartment interrupted the conversation.
"Hey Dak, where do you keep the cups again?"
The boy Dak motioned for Carlos and James to enter their apartment.
"Um, no, it's okay-" the both of them stuttered, but Dak pulled them in anyway.
Dak went to go tend to things in the kitchen as Carlos and James stood at the doorway awkwardly. They both glanced at each other, sending telepathic questions like 'Should we make a run for it?'
"Hey, my cousin and his friend are over. Can you two go keep them company? I got this."
They heard people shuffle around, and their footsteps grew heavier. The first one to come out was a tall, skinny blonde with the most entrancing green eyes and bushiest eyebrows in existance. He wore a smirk on his face and he stood very tall and proud, very confidently. He was very attractive, but not Carlos' type.
"Oh my God," James quietly breathed, his eyes wide.
Carlos giggled at James' lovestruck expression, but as soon as the boy behind him walked out, he immediately stopped and wanted to hide under a rock forever. The world was definitely against him; it was Logan!
As if getting rejected by him twice wasn't embarrassing enough, fate decided to let Carlos live out this mortifying moment one more time.
Logan followed closely behind the blonde, and was laughing about something he probably had just said. The moment he looked up to see Dak's guests, his face turned paler than it already was.
"Hey, I'm Kendall," the bushy-browed one said.
"...and I'm Logan," Logan choked out.
No one bothered to say hi to Kendall because Carlos and James were both just standing there, gaping at Logan.
Kendall frowned and stepped in front of Logan.
"Do you guys know each other, or something?" Kendall questioned.
"No," Logan blurted. "No, I've never seen them before."
Carlos felt his heart sink and tears stung his eyes. It's one thing to get rejected multiple times, and another to just lie about never meeting him.
"Wait a minute..." Kendall leaned in towards Carlos' face, eyes squinted as if he was scrutinizing the Latino. "You're the police guy's son. Did your dad tell you to come so you can keep an eye on us or something?"
Kendall proceeded to slowly circle around Carlos like he was his prey, glancing up and down for any signs of weapons or tape recorders. His hand was in his jacket pocket, which occasionally a shiny metal object would come into sight and reflect the lights in the room. Carlos knew very well what the object was: a knife.
"N-no, I swear," Carlos squeaked. He looked at James earnestly, pleading him to say something.
"And why should I believe you?"
"Because I'm only here for James, I promise!"
Carlos was on the verge of crying. What had he done to God that made him want to torture Carlos? He silently promised God that he'd repent for his sins if he stopped Kendall from interrogating him.
Kendall nudged his head towards James' direction.
"Is pretty boy your boyfriend or something?" he sneered, grabbing Carlos by the jacket.
Carlos shook his head, whimpering silently.
"Kendall, back off," Dak sighed, coming from the kitchen with cups and a bottle of what looked like cheap tequila or something. He turned to Carlos with a friendlier smile. "What's your name?"
"Carlos."
"Well, hi Carlos. I'm Dak, your good pal's favorite cousin."
James flashed a weak smile and nodded. "Uh huh."
"It's nice to meet you," Carlos politely said. "Um, can I use the restroom?"
Dak nodded and Carlos fled as fast as he could. He closed the door silently behind him and locked it with a click. He went over to the sink and rinsed his face a couple of times; he was sweating from Kendall's intense series of queries. His eyes were tinted pink, as if he had been holding back his tears, which he had been. The sight of Logan reminded him of what had never happened, and his lie about not knowing Carlos had hurt even more. In addition to emotional distress, the blonde's inquiry wasn't exactly helping. He was broken out of his thought when he heard a small knock on the door.
"Occupied," he called out.
"It's me, Logan."
Carlos could hear his heart pick up pace, thumping faster and faster as he racked his brain on what to do. Should he answer it, or ignore it? He felt himself inching nearer to the door, and slowly pulling it open.
Immediately, Logan rushed in and slammed the door closed.
"Did you need something?" Carlos asked, scratching the back of his head.
"Sit," Logan calmly instructed, pointing at the toilet.
"No thanks; I'm not even sure if it can hold my weight," he chuckled, attempting to break the awkward silence and staring at the run down of a toilet.
Logan rolled his eyes. "Sit down."
"Fine." Carlos took a seat and waited for Logan to continue.
"Carlos, I'm sorry I lied to Kendall."
Carlos shrugged nonchalantly.
"It's all good."
"Carls, you're not fooling anyone," he huffed, crouching down to look at Carlos in his big brown eyes.
Instantly, he lost his train of thought. The longer he gazed, the more entranced in Carlos' inviting, dark eyes that displayed so much sadness at the moment. Although they carried so much despondency, they were still the most beautiful thing Logan had ever seen.
"Logan?"
Logan blinked several times and saw Carlos giving him a quizzical look, an eyebrow quirked. He cleared his throat.
"Sorry. Um, look it's not I'm ashamed. It's just..."
"You're ashamed."
"I just said I wasn't."
"You could be lying."
"You don't really like me, do you Carlos?" Logan grimaced.
"I do."
"Why?" Logan wanted to know.
"Because you're so kind and funny," Carlos gushed, subconsciously smiling. "You're just with the wrong crowd. I know you have some troubles in your life, but it doesn't mean you have to turn to... whatever this is. A gang? I don't know. But you don't need that. And I can help you see all the potential you have and be happy. I'll be here to listen to you, Logan. I promise."
"Carlos, do you know what's wrong with you?"
Carlos pouted. "What's what supposed to mean?"
"It means you're too optimistic. The world is a turbulent place, Carlos. Sometimes, there's just no time to frolick in meadows or poop rainbows. You can't see reality."
"I can! And I know I can help you, Logan. Why can't you just trust me?"
Carlos stood up and took one small step towards Logan.
Logan grumbled, frustrated.
"I do, Carlos. But it's just not your place to step in! Why can't you just get that into your head?"
"Because it is my place! I care about you."
Carlos advanced one more step. He reached for Logan's hands, only to have them jerked away.
"You don't know a thing about me," Logan spat, looking away. "But do you know who does? Your dad. He knows everything I did. I told you, there's a reason why he doesn't want you around me."
"I don't care about what my dad thinks. You're not a bad person, and that's it. You don't need to do this."
Logan scoffed. "Great, now you sound like my best friend."
Carlos took one more step that basically closed all the distance that was in between the two. Logan could feel Carlos' hot breath burning his skin, making it hard for him to tear his eyes away from the pair of luscious lips on the shorter's face. His eyes trailed up and into Carlos' eyes, which were staring straight at him. Carlos brought his hand up to Logan's face and delicately placed it on his cheek, stroking it ever so gently with his thumb. By this time, Logan was glacial and couldn't even process the most simple thoughts. His breath hitched as he saw Carlos lean in.
Abort mission! His mind screamed as the boy got closer and closer.
The only thing he could manage was to stagger back and fall to the floor. He wanted to cry as soon as he saw Carlos' face fall and scowl. Logan didn't even bother to get up; he just stared directly at the disappointed Latino, not knowing what to say but, "You should go, Carlos."
Carlos stomped out without saying another word or exchanging a glance, leaving Logan on the ground whimpering as he tried not to let any tears fall. He felt extremely guilty and scared at the same time. How could he have hurt the most innocent and sweetest guy in the world? He kept telling himself it was for Carlos' benefit, but still, it didn't make the pain subside. And he was frightened of how one boy made him feel like this. A wave of nausea surged through him and he darted next to the toilet, retching into the toilet bowl. He groaned and rest his head on the toilet seat, closing his eyes. Right now, he just wanted to die.
So I kind of forgot that Logan didn't ever confirm he was gay, so that's why I made Logan say, "You should go, Carlos."
It was originally "I'm so sorry, Carlos" but yeah.
Haha, I liked the end of this chapter more than the beginning. :P
Anyway reviews are appreciated~.
If any of you guys are Jagan fans, I started a new story called Beauty and the Geek!
I'm halfway writing the next chapter for that one, so you guys can check it out. c:
And I know Sum1cooler is going to kill me, but I'm already writing smut for that one, LOL. And it's on like Chapter 1. AH DON'T MURDER ME~.
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