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Chapter Two

"Give it back to me, Carlos! It's mine!" whined Logan, looking down at Carlos, who was sitting on the floor, the cloud blanket wrapped tightly around him.

"No," mumbled Carlos, closing his eyes. "Give me a pillow, will ya? I'm getting tired here." He yawned a bit, sneezing softly in between, and closed his eyes.

"Um… Logan, aren't you supposed to be in your room?" asked Kendall, having the courage to speak up, and blinked rapidly to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Carlos didn't answer, already partially asleep. He tossed and turned a bit on the floor, covering the soft blanket with little dust mites. The blue fabric was partially small, and so with this new height he had, he had to make a few adjustments to be able to fit under it. Carlos groaned low as he curled into a ball, disappearing underneath the thick blanket.

All of a sudden, angry shouts came from outside the room. "Logan!"

Logan tensed up, his heart skipping a beat. His name echoed in his ears, and then he looked down at Carlos, or rather himself, watching as the boy fell to sleep. Logan then remembered the mental situation they were in, and desperately bended over the bed, cringing when another ray of pain shot up his spine, and gently shook Carlos awake.

"Carlos, wake up, they're looking for you!" he whispered angrily.

"What?" Carlos rubbed his eyes and tiredly sat up, looking dumbfounded.

"You're me, remember?" answered Logan in a low voice, trying not to shout; James and Kendall probably thought he was crazy by now, and he certainly did not want to join psychos at an asylum.

Carlos' face gradually changed as he ran Logan's emphasized words through his head. There was a tiny pang in his brain, and then the words finally broke through. "Oh, crap! You're right! See ya, Logan!" Carlos promptly jumped up to his feet and threw the blanket at Logan, which landed on the boy's face.

And as Logan took the blanket off his face, he watched as Carlos waved hurriedly at James and Kendall—who where still in shock, and stood still like statues—and ran out of the room, disappearing from view.

Seconds later after his escape, Mrs. Knight came in, breathing heavily, with Katie and a short woman behind her who was gasping and wheezing for her life. "B-boys…" she took in a big gulp of air, "have…you…seen…Logan…?"

"He went that way, mom…" said Kendall, voice trailing with a distracted tone as he pointed to the right with his thumb.

"Thanks, sweetie!" said Mrs. Knight.

"Wait!" exclaimed Kendall, snapping out of his puzzled trance and stopping them before they could leave. "I'm joining you." Kendall bit his lip, and Mrs. Knight smiled at him.

After the quartet left, the atmosphere had gone from bizarre-lively to bizarre-serene. James and Logan were now alone in the room, both of their minds whirring with nothing but the scene they had just witnessed. It made Logan think a bit deeper at the moment, how Kendall had suddenly said those words. He didn't know the blonde cared for him enough to chase him all around the hospital hallways. Of course, that wasn't him mentally, but it was physically, and Kendall didn't know that. Then again, that's what best friends do, especially his. They get each other out of trouble until they all end up busted or free.

Logan bowed his head, looking at James from the corner of his eye. "James…" he whispered, clutching the soft blanket.

"Yeah?" The brunette smiled and sat down on the bed, putting an arm around Logan's shoulders. "You okay, Carlos?" his tone of voice had a hint of worry and his eyes were slightly big, revealing the uneasiness in him.

"You really don't notice anything different about me?" He put the blanket down and sighed, partially irritated. "Even you and Kendall agree that Carlos and I are acting weird. Don't you see anything different!" shouted Logan, panic rising in him.

He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"Yep," answered James in a matter-of-fact voice, the smile gone from his lips. "There's a cute little scar on your nose." He giggled, and poked Logan's nose.

Logan slapped the hand away, and thumped James on the forehead, making the brunette jerk away.

"Ow! Wh–"

"James! Focus! I'm being serious!" growled Logan. "Something is going on. Something happened when Carlos and I were out in the rain earlier…"

"I'm starting to think that, too," mumbled James as he rubbed his hurt forehead. "Either you guys switched names behind our backs or you switched personalities."

"Exactly!" exclaimed Logan, eyes going wide.

"What…?" James scrunched his eyebrows, utterly puzzled.

"Logan!" Logan heard his own voice screech. Carlos came in—even after leaving seconds ago—and jumped on the bed, fake tears staining his eyes. "You're a doctor, right? Get me outta here! They wanna give me a stupid shot—on the butt!" cried Carlos, hugging his own body—which he didn't find odd at all.

"Rascal!" shouted the short woman as she came in, a deadly gaze in her eyes, as she held up a sharp needle.

Mrs. Knight, Kendall and Katie then came in, faces as white as a ghost. Carlos' eyes went wide as he crawled off of Logan, backing up, with the doctor moving forward with every backward step he took. After five shaky steps, Carlos bumped against a wall, now trapped.

"Just give him the shot! Come on, Logan, don't be a baby! Take it like a man!" shouted Katie, punching the air as she said this.

The doctor nodded, agreeing. "Now turn around!" she demanded, frowning.

Carlos shook his head, jaw trembling heavily.

"Logan!" exclaimed Kendall sweetly from the corner of the room, smiling, arms open wide, looking at Carlos right in the eye. "C'mon, buddy, it won't hurt."

At the sound of his own name, Logan was about to open his mouth, but then put his hand over it. Carlos looked at Logan—it took a while (again) to comprehend that Kendall was talking to him.

"I'm not falling for that!" shouted Carlos, bringing his eyes away from the sneaky blonde's.

"Logan, please…" begged Mrs. Knight, her look pleading. "It's just a quick shot, and then you won't be sick anymore."

"No! I hate shots!" Carlos shouted.

"Well if you're going to be a doctor one day you'll have to deal with them!" said Kendall, now annoyed by the boy's stubborn behaviour.

"Jeez, Logan, just take the shot," said James, having his arm still slung around Logan.

Carlos whimpered and flashed his eyes around, looking for an escape. And in between the small flickers, he spotted something shiny and black on the floor. After five seconds of processing the image into his brain, Carlos finally recognized the round item as his helmet.

"My helmet!" he screeched in joy.

Just as he dashed for his helmet, bending over, the female doctor grinned at the unexpected opportunity, and raised Carlos' hospital robe quickly, revealing a creamy-white butt. The needle was inserted in his left cheek. In effect, Carlos squealed in pain, and everybody else cringed and blushed at the sight; even Logan had turned a deep red.

The doctor gently took out the needle, and sighed in content. "Now that wasn't so hard was it?"

Her words were suddenly foggy in Carlos' mind, not able to identify them. He laughed nervously to himself. "Mami, quién apago las luces?" he questioned with a slurred speech as he fell to the floor, unconscious.

Katie raised an eyebrow. "Since when does Logan know Spanish?"

ooo

"Wake up!"

"Ah!"

Carlos bolted up, feeling a harsh sting radiate through his cheek. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and was disappointed to see that the only colour visible at the moment was a pitch black. He blinked a few times, trying to get his vision accustomed to the mysterious darkness. After that, Carlos waited silently—wincing at times since his cheek was still aching—for any other movement. The atmosphere was quiet, and he could hear a soothing sound in the other side, as if someone was snoring. About a minute passed, and there was nothing else.

Carlos gasped, suddenly scared. "I-is a ghost in here…? Hello…?" His voice began to rise, "Crap! I've gotta–"

A cold hand was slapped upon his mouth. "Shh, be quiet."

An abrupt sense of fright took over Carlos, and his eyes began to shake. His heart began beating faster as the hand moved away from his mouth to wrap around his wrist, lifting him from the comfortable bed he was on. He was reluctant at first, but followed as the hand pulled him farther away. He walked with slow and soft steps as the anonymous person dragged him along, feeling the fabric of soft carpet squish beneath his feet.

That's when he realized he wasn't in the hospital anymore; hospitals never had soft carpets that made your toes feel as if they were in foot paradise; they only had hard, cold—and sometimes slippery—floors.

Carlos gulped, heard the familiar click of a door opening, and was pushed outside of the warm room, landing in one more ominous and silent. The dim light burned his eyes, and he felt the same cold floor under his feet, though the texture felt subtly different. Carlos turned around, and the colour drained from his face as he came face to face with his own reflection.

Except, it wasn't a reflection. It looked pretty 3-D to him.

"Oh, my gosh, you're–" He put a hand over his mouth, and then took it off slowly, remembering vaguely what had happened earlier. "Logan…is that you…? Please tell me this is just a dream…"

"I wish it was. Unfortunately, we're stuck in each other's bodies," stated Logan dully.

Carlos nodded, baffled, and began flickering his eyes everywhere, noticing he was in a bathroom. There were two different coloured toothbrushes by the sink, a few towels, and the curtain was open to reveal a nice-looking bathtub; it all looked so familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on the target. "Where are we…?"

"Home… You were still asleep from the shot."

Carlos pouted. "It wasn't necessary."

"It was to keep us from getting fully sick, Carlos. It was necessary. Do you actually want to be sneezing and coughing all week?" said Logan.

"Coughing and sneezing…? So I won't have to go to school on Monday?" Carlos began rubbing his hands together, eyes growing wide with a spark in each brown pupil as a devilish smile formed on his lips.

"You better not skip, Carlos! I'm expected to be there!" shouted Logan, scowling.

Carlos rolled his eyes, ignoring Logan's short lecture. "Whatever…" The same smile came, but faded away as Carlos saw Logan glaring at him, or rather, his own eyes. It was pretty intense, and the grey mood had returned—the state of awkwardness.

It wasn't a comfortable feeling. Actually, their stomachs were filled with butterflies at the moment, and both boys felt as if they had just met their long-lost twins—except it wasn't like that at all, and nothing made sense. Just a few hours ago they had woken up from an almost-tragic accident—in different bodies. It had to be the weirdest thing that had ever happened to them. Logan began rocking on his heels, feeling weirdly out of balance. But of course, it was normal, seeming as he was in Carlos' body, and Carlos never had a good sense of direction.

Logan bit his lip, and felt the tension increase by the second. Carlos was usually bubbly and prone to talking loudly, but this time he was as quiet as a cemetery at night. Carlos' eyes steadily drooped, hinting that he was about to fall asleep on the floor.

Sensing this, Logan slapped Carlos' shoulder, which woke him up, face startled.

"Ow! What?"

Taking the chance, Logan lifted an arm and put it on Carlos' shoulder—or basically his, and it was quite hard since in this new body he was shorter. "Carlos, we need to talk about this–"

"Wait. Where did you get that band-aid?" asked Carlos in a serious tone, entranced by the neon-coloured band-aid on Logan's arm with sparkling eyes. He gasped, and pushed Logan away from him, beginning to search his new body. "Do I have one? I was in the hospital, too!"

Logan facepalmed. "It's on…um, my– Y-your butt."

Carlos ceased his erratic movements, and a dark red painted his face, the colour contrasting with his new pale skin tone. "You sure?"

"Yes, Carlos… I saw it with my own eyes…"

"So you saw your own butt?" questioned Carlos, raising an eyebrow while giving Logan a smug smile.

Now it was Logan's turn to blush. "Sh-shut up. Let me talk! We need to figure out how this happened–"

"Okay, I get it," said Carlos, narrowing his eyes as he rubbed his chin carefully.

Logan raised a curious eyebrow. "What are you doing?

Carlos grinned. "Trying to be like you. Now it's your turn!"

"I don't rub my chin when I'm thinking, Carlos. And stop getting off topic, this is really important!"

"No, you stop getting off topic!" countered Carlos, and stuck his tongue out. "Now do it!"

"But–"

"Do it!" hissed Carlos.

Logan sighed, annoyed by his friend's childish persuasions. "Fine… Look at me, I'm Carlos and I don't have a girlfriend 'cause I wanna marry my helmet!"

Logan chuckled and Carlos' jaw dropped, eyebrows turning down. "No, I don't!"

"You wear it all the time," said Logan, smiling cockily as he raised his eyebrows.

Carlos turned red in anger. "You're just jealous because I have a cool helmet and you don't! A-and because it's black! And shiny! And awesome!"

"I'm not jealous, Carlos! At least I'm not obsessed with a piece of plastic! Plus, guess what? I have a real girlfriend, and her name is Camille!"

Upon hearing those words, something clicked inside Carlos' mind. The corners of his lips slowly turned up, and he looked at Logan with an innocent expression. He spoke with a mocking tone, "Your girlfriend? You mean mine."

Logan scowled. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm not as stupid as you think I am, Logan. I know that since I'm in your body I'm going to have to act like you, and you're going to be me. So for now, I get to kiss Camille!" Carlos smiled, satisfied with his explanation.

"No, that's were you're wrong," said Logan, feeling a bit jealous at Carlos' disturbingly correct words. "Even if they think we're crazy, we are going to tell them. Got it?"

"But why?" whined Carlos. "It'll be so much fun pretending to be each other! They'll never notice! Please?" He made puppy eyes, and stuck his bottom lip out.

Logan groaned and turned away. "Don't give me that look, dude."

"What? Am I too cute?" Carlos grinned.

"No. I mean, I– Just…" He turned back around, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Let's just see how they react tomorrow. If they don't…well, I guess our only option is your plan…" said Logan, sounding disappointed. "But! We will still need to find out how this happened. I don't want to be stuck in your body forever. Don't think you're going to get away with being Stupid Logan, okay?"

"Hey, I'm not stupid," defended Carlos, eyebrows furrowing. "What makes you think I can't pull you off? I know all that math stuff… Like…those letters with the square thingy equals…pluses… Ah…this math is making my brain hurt! What is it…"

"Pythagorean theorem?"

"Yeah! That—the pita Theo theme!"

"Pythagorean theorem, Carlos… Oi…" He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, squeezing his eyes shut. After a while, he let out a sigh, and stared at Carlos right in the eye. "Forget what I said… Let's just go, and talk to them right now…"

"Huh? Isn't it, like, one in the morning?"

Logan snorted as he opened the door halfway. "What are you talking about? It's eight in the morning, and it's the perfect time. Everyone's practically waking up by now. So, I'll go get James, and you and Kendall meet us at…your room."

"You mean your room?" asked Carlos, slightly confused.

"No, your room."

"Which is your room."

"No, Carlos. By your room I meant you and James' room."

"But I'm not 'Carlos' anymore and 'Logan and James' room doesn't exist–"

Logan facepalmed once again. "Just…meet us at the table. We'll talk after breakfast," he said quickly as he felt a small headache start to form.

Carlos nodded, smiled and saluted with his free hand. "You got it, Carlos!"

A/N: I apologize for the really late post… Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. (:

I'll try hard to get the third chapter posted soon. xD