"James! You can't leave! What are we going to do about the band? What are we going to do about our friendship?" Logan, Kendall and Carlos were all yelling at James, as he packed his bags.

James didn't answer them. They were going on about this all day long, and James was getting annoyed.

Of course James didn't want to leave, but his mom wasn't going to back down anytime soon. He wasn't doing this for his dad though; he was doing it to support his mom, and only her. James thought every second of the day about how much he would miss all his buds. He would miss them so much, especially Carlos. His best friend; His boyfriend; His everything.

He snapped out of his thoughts as he felt Carlos tugging on the sweater James was holding in his hands. Carlos got hold of the sweater and threw it across the room, so that James couldn't put it in his suitcase.

Carlos started to pick up the other clothes, already in the suitcase, and threw them on the floor along with the sweater.

He had fear in his eyes, mixed with water. To Carlos, this was all a dream and James was never leaving. James firmly gripped Carlos' wrists and shook him until he was facing James.

James could feel and hear the loud thumping of his boyfriend's heart beating in his chest.

"Carlos! Calm down! Breathe!" Once Carlos started to breathe normally again, James let go. "And stop throwing my clothes on the floor." James added, as he bent over to pick up the mess on the bedroom floor.

"We just don't want you to go." James turned around to look at Logan, who was tearing up as well.

"Well I'm leaving. Deal with it. It's happening. So stop being babies, and accept the fact that you'll never see me again." James took his suitcase, already closed, and stormed out of the room without looking back.

Kendall and Logan heard the silent whimpers Carlos was making from the other side of the room.

Carlos collapsed onto the bed. Logan and Kendall slowly walked out the door and went into their own room.

It was already night time, and Carlos knew that James' flight was tomorrow night at 10:30pm.

Carlos slipped under the covers and fell fast asleep. For the rest of the night, he did not hear James climb into the bed.

The next morning, Carlos woke up first, for once. He noticed that James was not in the apartment, and was worried. So he got dressed and headed out the door.

First, Carlos checked the pool, and James wasn't there. He then looked in the lobby and Rocque Records.

But James was nowhere to be found.

Carlos ran into Mrs. Diamond on the way back to 2J.

"Oh well, hello Carlos. What are you doing up so early? It's 5am." She checked her watch to make sure she had the right time, and then glanced at Carlos' sagging head.

"Mrs. Diamond?" Carlos whispered, ignoring her question. "Do you know where James is?"

"Um… No, I don't actually. I was coming upstairs to check on him. He's not in the apartment?" Her facial expression had not changed much.

"No, this morning he wasn't. I searched everywhere, and I couldn't find him." Carlos still didn't look at her.

"I'm sure he'll show up." She smiled at him and walked out of the elevator as the door opened.

Where could he be? Did he run away? Is he in the airport? No, James wouldn't do that… Would he?

Frankly, Carlos didn't know what to believe anymore. He just wanted James. He wanted to hug him. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to hold onto him and never let go.

But in a couple hours, James would be gone. Forever. And there was no going back. Ever.

Carlos was lying in bed as the phone rang. He ran to pick it up, hoping it was James. No one had seen James all day.

"Hello?" He sounded out of breath.

"Carlos! Oh good, it's you!" A voice Carlos knew, answered.

"JAMES! WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE DID YOU GO? WHY DID YOU LEAVE? ARE YOU ALRIGHT? WHEN ARE YOU COMING BACK? PLEASE COME BACK! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! PLEASE COME HOME! PLEASE, JAMES! JUST COME HOME! ONE MORE TIME! YOU CAN LEAVE FOREVER, BUT I JUST NEED TO SEE YOU ONE MORE TIME! AT LEAST ONCE! PLEASE JAMES, I BEG YOU!" Carlos was kneeing on the carpet floor of the bedroom as tears ran down his face.

"I'm… I'm sorry… Carlos… I don't… I don't know how to tell you this…" James' voice cracked as he spoke. You could hear the pain in every word.

"What… what is it?" Carlos stopped sobbing for a minute, to hear what James had to say.

"I'm… I'm…" James couldn't spit it out.

"What's wrong? What do you have to say?" Carlos blew his nose really softly as he waited. His ear glued to the phone.

"I'm in Minnesota."

The line went dead.