Okay, due to Sum1cooler, his confidence-boosting words had made me try again and rescue this story.
SO, that's what I did. Er, or tried to do. And I know many of you actually like this story.
Without further ado, here is chapter seven. :P I hope it didn't totally suck.


Logan hated himself at the moment. Carlos had let him in and he broke his heart. A sweet, innocent boy who had the purest intentions. In a way, he knew what he did was for a good reason but something just didn't feel right. He caught himself thinking about Carlos too much, and he needed a distraction. Anything.

He turned to Kendall and whispered, "Are you sure you want to do this? This honestly seems like the worst idea ever."

Kendall sighed, glancing around into the dark distance.

"What choice do we have?"

"What if we get caught?"

"We won't," Kendall snapped. "Just… we need money."

Dak looked at both of them.

"Are you sure I can't ask my cousin?"

Kendall shook his head.

"We all already owe people enough money, and we do not need to borrow anymore."

Logan rolled his eyes, but agreed with his blonde friend.

"So selling coke is better?"

"Look, no one said you needed to come along," Kendall huffed.

"No, we're brothers and when you need help, I'm here for you. And honestly, juvy seems pretty decent right now."

Kendall told them to quiet down when a figure approached them. He was dressed in a beanie and an oversized hoodie and held out his hand.

"How much?" the man asked in a gruff voice.

Logan narrowed his eyes, finding the face of the customer familiar. Although shrouded, he caught a glimpse of his features. Where had he seen him before?

Kendall pulled out a bag filled with white substance, and dangled it into the air.

"$200."

That's when it hit Logan. His eyes widened as his mine registered the man's appearance. Carlos' dad!

"No wait!" he screamed as he whacked the bag out of his friend's hand.

The customer grinned, picking the bag of drugs from the ground, and pulled out a leather badge from his pocket.

"Run!" Dak ordered.

The three sprinted off in different directions.

Logan ran as fast as he could push himself to, the sound of police sirens getting quieter and quieter as he turned corners after corners. Someone like him who was so familiar with New York was actually a bit lost, and he began to panic.

Suddenly, the sound sirens grew louder and he saw the flash of red and blue down the street. He brushed himself off and began to flee again, taking random routes.

He had managed to reach the suburbs now, and he luckily to know this neighborhood quite well. He had been here before, and climbed out of one of the house's bedroom window in the early morning. He caught his breath as he stood before the Garcia estate.

He knew if he ran in there, Officer Garcia wouldn't catch him. He would never think to search in his own house. But he also knew Carlos was at home right now, and it would be awfully mean to ask for his assistance after rejecting him so many times. Plus honestly, he wasn't even sure if Carlos would agree to help him anymore.

Logan jumped as the sirens blared louder, which meant they were probably nearby. He didn't have much time, so he pushed past the heavy gates and raced towards the front door. He quickly rang the doorbell, occasionally checking behind him to see if any cops had caught up with him.

The door clicked open, and Carlos was in his pajamas with a bowl of cereal in his hand.

"…Logan?" he asked with his mouth full, stunned that Logan was at his doorstep.

Logan wasted no time and pushed the boy aside as he threw himself in, closing the door. The Latino had put down his cereal by now and was firing questions at him.

"What the hell is going on? Logan!"

Logan gripped Carlos' shoulder, panting heavily as he tried to make a coherent sentence.

"Carlos, I'm sorry. I hate to ask you this because I know I don't deserve this, but I really need some place to hide."

"What is going on?" he repeated.

"Kendall decided it'd be a fucking great idea to sell cocaine to get money to pay off his hospital bills but your dad went undercover as a customer and busted our asses and now, I'm in a shit load of trouble. My parents aren't going to bust me out if I go to prison and I really need help."

Carlos was glaring at Logan.

"And why should I help you?" he scoffed. "Last time I checked, you didn't want anything to do with me."

"Look can we please talk in your room?" Logan requested.

Carlos sighed and gestured for him to go up the stairs.

Logan took a seat on his bed and patted the seat next to him, signaling Carlos to join him. Carlos reluctantly consented, making sure that he was at an appropriate distance from Logan. For a while, they both didn't really know how to begin their conversation. They were both thinking about what happened that night at Dak's, and couldn't figure out how to break the awkward silence that hung in the air of the room.

"Carlos," Logan finally said, "Thanks."

Carlos stared at his hands in his lap and muttered, "Whatever."

He made the move to get up, but Logan placed his hand on Carlos' arm, pulling him back down.

"Carlos, please talk to me," he begged.

"Why would I? You made it extremely clear you didn't want me. I don't even know why I'm doing this for you."

"Listen," Logan sighed, taking Carlos' hand into his and rubbed circles on the back of his hand with his thumb, "you need to realize that it's not that I don't want you. It's just that… I don't think we were meant to be. You're not supposed to like someone like me."

"I don't care!" Carlos immediately shouted, tightening his grip on Logan's hand. "I really like you and I want to be with you. I don't care about the consequences, I don't care what my dad thinks, and I don't care about anything but the present. I want to be able to kiss you and hug you and call you mine."

"Carlos, love doesn't last! Don't you get it?"

Carlos furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yes, it does!"

"No it doesn't," Logan tersely stated. "My parents are divorced. They hate each other, and they hate me. I'm a failure in their eyes. If they can't even love me, how can two random people in this world love each other forever?"

"They just can," Carlos insisted. "Logan, do you like me?"

"Well, yeah, but—"

"Oh my God, please just shut up for a second!" Carlos groaned. "Do you like me?"

Logan just nodded, not saying a word.

"Then kiss me."

"But—"

Carlos shot Logan a stern look, narrowing his eyes, as if challenging him to utter one more word. When Logan showed no sign of speaking, Carlos scooted in closer and cupped Logan's face as he pressed his lips to Logan's.

It was a sweet and simple kiss that lingered for about five seconds before Carlos pulled back, licking his lips. Logan's eyes slowly fluttered open and found himself looking directly into Carlo's pair of warm chocolate eyes. He blinked several times to make sure that this was reality, that the kiss actually happened.

Carlos chuckled lightly as he leaned in and placed his hands on the back of his crush's neck to give him an Eskimo kiss, nuzzling their noses together. He placed another small kiss on Logan's lips.

Logan seemed very stiff, but Carlos could feel that he was slowly loosening up.

"I'm sorry if this is uncomfortable for you," Carlos apologized, distancing himself from the boy beside him. "Was the kiss too much?"

Logan shook his head, swallowing thickly.

"N-no."

Carlos put a gentle hand on Logan's thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Logan, it's okay if you're not ready. I just… I just really want to give this a try."

Logan shuddered a breath.

"I-I know. Look, if I do this, I promise I'll try. But you need to understand there are no guarantees."

Carlos nodded in understanding.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I really don't ever want to hurt you again, but by dating me, or whatever, I can't be positive that I won't."

"I know. I want to."

Logan stared at the shorter incredulously.

"What?" Carlos frowned. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Logan laughed.

"Nothing. It's just I'm thinking about what I did to deserve you."

Carlos stuck his tongue out teasingly.

"Yeah, I'm quite the catch aren't I?" he joked.

Logan broke into fits of giggles as he rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder. They lied down on the bed in each other's arms as talked about things ranging from everything to nothing. And for once, everything seemed like it would be alright for Logan.


How was that? Okay, yes? I hope.
Anyway, reviews are quite lovely, especially for this chapter because I'm not sure if I should keep going.
Bleah it's 2:15 am. I can't even see.
BYE.