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Behind The Lens
Chapter Four; Alcoholic Set Loose.
"C-C-Carlos?"
"Hi Logan," Carlos smiled sweetly, tilting his head to the side. "I-I-I didn't know you liked this sorta thing."
Logan viciously shook his head, disagreeing with the Latino's words. He turned to the side, stretching his finger out to his two friends, accusing them of bringing him to the seedy club. Carlos gave a gentle nod, a smirk peering across his chiseled face.
"Didn't think so," Carlos laughed, clutching a glass of beer in his hand. "I think your friend wants you?"
Still speechless, Logan spun himself to face Sabrina, who by now, had downed the glass of tequila impatiently and was swaying frantically to the side, unable to hold herself up as she pointed and chuckled at the awkward pale boy stood in front of her. She had been there less than 10 minutes, and had managed to consume enough alcohol that would normally take someone a whole evening to get through. Her eyes were glazed over, a slurred laugh emitting from her mouth as she fell to the side, landing in Drew's strong arms.
"Surprise, surprise," Drew laughed, heaving her to her feet before slinging her drunken arm over his shoulder. "Sabrina's had too much to drink, again."
Carlos laughed once more, loud enough to snap Logan's head back into his direction. Without even realising, Logan had the biggest grin on his face, simply by the sound of the Latino's cute laugh. When Carlos soon realised Logan was smiling at him, the heat rushed up his neck and tinted his cheeks a deep pink, as he scratched his neck nervously with his free hand.
Sensing the silence and still holding Sabrina, Drew cut into the conversation.
"Hi, I'm Drew," Drew smiled, extending his free hand forward to shake Carlos' whilst continuing to prop Sabrina up. "Drew Huntley, I work for the same company as Logan."
"Cool." Carlos shook the hand and politely smiled. "I do as well, well, I'm new, start tomorrow."
"Oh, so you're a model?" Drew asked surprised, raising his eyebrows.
"Not exactly," Carlos laughed, switching his gaze between Drew and Logan. "I'm a photographer."
"Awesome," Drew smiled, flashing his brilliantly white teeth. "And this young lady right here, is Sabrina," He lifted the girl forward, her head bouncing up and down as it became more dizzy. She looked up slowly at the Latino, her eyes almost closed as she flashed a cheesy grin, chuckling to herself at the end. "Think I'll get her seat."
With that word, Drew disappeared from the scene carrying Sabrina, leaving Logan and Carlos alone.
"Sooo.." Carlos dragged on, moving from the ball of his feet to the toe, swinging up and down.
"So," Logan nodded, biting his bottom lip. "D-Do you come here often?"
Instantly, Logan hung his head down in shame. He just used a chat-up line. A chat-up line. Not only did he not mean too, but it had to be the worst and most used one ever. He could feel the stinging sensation on his cheeks, his eyes closing as he regretted the words that left his lips. When he thought he just made a right fool of himself, he heard that adorable chuckle once more, leaning up to notice Carlos with the biggest grin in the world.
"Actually, I don't," Carlos laughed. "I got dragged here by my friend, Kendall." He pointed over to the bar, his finger pointing at the dirty blonde teenager sat at a stool, gulping down a shot of vodka as he talked to the girl behind the bar, clearly a friend of his.
Logan nodded quietly, suddenly playing around with his thumbs. The awkward silence grew over once more, Carlos taking a swig of his beer as the music continued to thump louder. Logan looked at Carlos, making eye contact. He gave him the crooked grin he would normally use for the photoshoots, before quickly moving the eyes away to Drew and Sabrina. Drew was sat up normally on a loveseat, staring into space as he huffed, Sabrina sprawled out across his lap, laughing and pointing to the ceiling.
"Your friend seems fun," Carlos broke the silence, regarding Sabrina. "Reminds me of my friend, Lucy."
Logan let out a small smile, shuffling between his feet. "Yeah, Sabrina's awesome, she just gets a bit too carried away.."
"I can tell," Carlos laughed before going rather quiet. "D-Do you perhaps, I don't know, maybe, d-do you want a drink?"
"E-E-Err.." Logan pondered for a moment, realising he's never really tried proper alcohol. "I guess."
"Awesome," Carlos grinned, motioning over to a space at the bar. He leant his elbows onto the counter, Logan following and taking the spare seat next to the boy. He soon pulled out his wallet, wanting to pay for his own drink, that was, until Carlos placed his hand on top of Logan's. Instantly, a spark could be felt. Logan grinned excitedly at the mere contact with the Latino once more, relishing in the skin to skin touching.
"W-What are you doing?" Logan asked, looking at Carlos, who was also grinning like an idiot.
"You were going to pay for your drink," Carlos replied, moving his hand away. "I'm paying."
"There's no need.." Logan stammered, flattered by the gesture.
"Plenty of need, we are after all, technically colleagues getting to know each other," Carlos smiled, looking at the bartender soon approaching. "Can we get 2 beers?"
The girl soon nodded, disappearing over to the pumps a bit further down. Carlos turned to face Logan, the pale boy looking rather frightened and nervous. He knows all about the alcohol, but Johanna is strict with his personal life, so Logan's never been out to drink socially. In fact, this was the first time he's ever gone somewhere that was a big party held at another model's house. And of course, he stays away from the alcohol, more worried about his image and how his mother would react.
"Are you okay?" Carlos asked, concerned. "Do you not like beer? I can always change i-"
"No," Logan interjected, cutting Carlos off. "I just, I've never really had proper alcohol.."
Logan soon hung his head in shame, realising how abnormal he must be. An 18 year old, with tons of money and a modelling career, always getting invited to photoshoots and interviews, and yet, he's never tasted anything that wasn't expensive champagne or wine imported from Europe and even then, he only usually drinks one glass over the entire engagement.
"Right," Carlos said, collecting the drinks that were placed down by the lady before passing her the money. "Well, guess we should try it out then."
Logan's head jerked up at the sound of his voice, the way he sounded accepting of Logan's unusual declaration.
"T-T-Try it out?" Logan questioned with fearful eyes, only gaining a sadistic smirk from Carlos.
Carlos passed him the pint of beer, watching Logan carefully study the alcohol placed in his hands. He watched as the foam on top laid softly on the amber beverage, gently disappearing. He looked over to Carlos, watching the Latino quickly knock back the pint of beer, gulping it down fast without a single stop for breath. He finished the last droplet, slamming the glass onto the counter as he let out a sigh.
Carlos smiled as Logan carefully pulled the glass to his lips, taking a swig of the liquid. He watched as Logan recoiled, clearly finding the drink bitter. Carlos couldn't help but see how cute Logan was, taking his first ever drop of beer. And to think, Carlos was dreading of being in the club, the club Kendall forced him to attend, despite knowing what happened last time. But now, Carlos couldn't care less. He got to spend some time with the boy he had only met this morning.
"Ugh!" Logan spat, scrunching his face as he placed the glass back down. "It's disgusting."
Carlos let out a laugh. "Well, yeah, but it's what you gotta drink to get drunk, that is, unless you can handle the more hardcore stuff."
Logan eyes grew wider at the word 'hardcore'. He thought that beer was bad enough, let alone what you classed as hardcore. Logan didn't really understand the street talk, so to him, he had no idea what the hardcore stuff could be. He knew of all the different alcohols that Sabrina had bragged about downing, but Logan didn't know what you'd class them as.
"Vodka?" Carlos questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Vodka?" Logan repeated Carlos' words, unsure of himself. "Is that it?"
Carlos let out another laugh, surprised by Logan's words. "Is that it? Are you serious? Vodka's pretty tough to handle y'know."
"Is it? Sabrina gets drunk off of it really easy. She's always complaining about wanting some vodka, and the fact one is never enough." Logan replied.
"Well then," Carlos paused, putting his finger into the air to signal the bartender, smirking at her. The girl gave him a nod and a smile, before disappearing behind the door. "Your friend is absolutely crazy. I only ever drink it when Kendall or Lucy challenge me."
"Challenge you?" Logan questioned him.
"Yeah, like y'know, a drinking game." Carlos smiled.
"Oh.." Logan furrowed his eyebrows, realising how much of an idiot he must sound right now. He probably sounds like he's from a different planet, wait, more like universe. He didn't understand all of this, a teenager's apparently natural life. His was always in front of a camera, pretending to be something he's not, being forced to hide because that's what his mother expected of him.
Soon, the girl behind the bar came back, carrying a small black tray that had 2 small glasses on top, clear liquid inside. Logan gulped at the sight of the alcohol, realising what he was about to do. He's never drunk vodka before, but all he remembers is Drew telling him it burns like a bitch when it travels down your throat.
"There you go guys," the girl said, placing the drinks down in front of the boys. "Enjoy."
Carlos smiled, whilst Logan looked petrified.
"You ready?" Carlos smirked, lifting the glass up. Logan shakily followed, dreading the moment. "GO!"
Carlos quickly parted his lips and threw the liquid to the back of his throat, quickly swallowing before letting out a groan as the liquid scorched his throat. He looked over at Logan, realising the boy was still studying the glass in front of him.
"You have to do it now. I just done it all on my own." Carlos whined, switching the gaze between the drink and Logan.
"Errr.. Sure.." Logan replied, bringing the glass to his lips. With the music still pounding around them, Logan parted his lips, slowly taking a sip of the poison in front of him. Realising it was going to burn either way, he quickly threw the rest into his mouth. But before he could swallow the contents, a hand was slapped down onto his back, causing the model to splutter.
"Yo dude, who's this?" Kendall asked, his hand still on Logan's back. "Oh shit, sorry man."
He patted Logan's back and made circles, watching the boy cough and spew, his throat on fire as he heaved from the almost choking. Kendall smiled when Logan calmed down, taking a seat on the other side of him.
"I'm so sorry." Kendall said, desperately trying to hold back his laughing.
"I-I-It's fine.." Logan breathed, turning to face him.
"I'm Kendall," Kendall smiled, switching his gaze to Carlos. "Carlos' friend."
"Logan," Logan replied. "The guy you almost killed."
Carlos burst out laughing, whilst Kendall just laughed awkwardly, arching his thick eyebrows.
"I'm sorry man." Kendall winced, hoping that he didn't almost kill the guy he had just met. "So, how'd you know each other?"
"Met him earlier," Carlos interjected, grinning. "At the photoshoot."
"Oh cool!" Kendall cooed. "I thought I recognised you from somewhere, you're that modelling kid, Logan Mitchell, right?"
Logan nodded silently. He hated to be referred to or recognised as the 'modelling kid'. He was far from a kid, and well, modelling was something he had to do, without a choice. If it was his choice, he would have went to school like a normal kid rather than being home schooled, and gone on to medical school to live his dream out of being a doctor. But sadly, Johanna just had to control his life.
"Another round?" Carlos asked, raising an eyebrow as he leant forward, making eye contact with Logan.
Logan instantly blushed, loving the attention that Carlos gave him. Then, all of a sudden, a new-found confidence appeared, Logan feeling more rebellious than ever as he realised he needed to look at least normal in front Carlos, if only to impress him. "Sure, let's get more than one this time."
Carlos and Kendall swapped a satisfied look; Kendall being happy that Logan seemed to be an alright guy, and Carlos being happy that Logan was letting loose. Oh, and the fact that he can get the pale boy to blush on command.
Kendall made the next order, even paying for it himself. Soon, she came back once again, carrying a tray stacked with an array of coloured drinks, all sparkling and shining as the lights from the dance floor hit them. They all shared a look, before Logan made the brave move first, quickly downing the first drink his hand touched, letting out a groan and a cheer as the wild side was released.
After a few drinks later and a lot of pounding music, Drew and a drunk Sabrina appeared halfway through the drinking game, Drew saying that he was going to take Sabrina home then head to bed. He asked Logan if he wanted a lift, something that the pale boy declined, rather happy staying beside Carlos. A few more drinks were downed, and it was safe to say that Logan was massively drunk.
"T-T-That," Logan slurred, being propped up by both Carlos and Kendall. "Was sooooooo much fun!" Logan yelled the last part, as the boys continued to pull him along down the pavement towards Kendall's car.
Kendall and Carlos shared a laugh, Logan squished in the middle of them. Soon though, Logan's heavy eyelids shut on him, his body becoming dead weight as he disappeared into a deep, alcohol induced slumber.
"He seems like fun." Kendall laughed, out of breath slightly by the sudden extra gain of pounds.
"Yeah, he's awesome," Carlos cooed, smiling to himself. "And clearly, he's a got a rebellious attitude!"
They soon approached Kendall's car, Kendall slipping out from underneath Logan's arm, before he unlocked his car and opened the door to the backseat. Carlos carefully placed Logan in, laying the boy down on the leather.
"Kendall, you can't drive," Carlos moaned as he moved away from the door, shutting it. "You've had alcohol."
"So?" Kendall replied, raising a thick eyebrow. "I haven't had some for ages! I was too busy watching Logan desperately drink the entire tray."
"Not responsible, dude." Carlos crossed his arms, shaking his head. "What if we crash, or something?"
"We won't. I'm sober as hell," Kendall grinned, patting him on the shoulder. "Stop being a killjoy and just get in the car."
Carlos continued to pout for a while, until he noticed the sleeping beauty in the backseat. He smiled once more, butterflies restarting within his stomach as he carefully examined the model. He soon snapped back in reality, pulling out his phone and checking the time. It was 2:00am on Tuesday, so really, Carlos had to hurry to get home before Roberto came round later that day after school. Carlos soon gave in, climbing into the passengers' seat, Kendall starting the engine and drove off.
"Kenny," Carlos asked, turning to face him. "What we gonna do about Logan?"
Kendall simply shrugged his shoulders. "Take him to yours?"
"Why mine?" Carlos complained, secretly hiding the joy.
"Well," Kendall took his eyes off the road, turning to face him before he winked. "Might be good to be with him, in bed, on a cold night like this."
Carlos quickly leant over, punching Kendall in the arm, gaining a groan in response. He was right though. Carlos might have moaned about Logan going to his on the outside, but on the inside, he was dancing and screaming with ecstasy.
They soon pulled up outside the block of flats that Carlos stayed in, Kendall stopping the car. They both climbed out, struggling to pull Logan from the car and onto his feet. Logan was still asleep, oblivious to the boys' struggle to pull him across the front of the apartment block, up the stairs and into Carlos' apartment. Carlos carefully unlocked the door, hoping to be quiet enough not to disturb his neighbours, or more importantly, Logan. Although he doubted that anything could wake Logan up now.
"Where should we put him?" Kendall breathed, losing his breath once more from Logan's dead weight as they entered the dark room.
"Throw him on my bed," Carlos replied, struggling also. "Damn, he's heavy when he's asleep!"
Kendall laughed, leaning forward past Logan to peer at Carlos. "Bet you want him on your bed."
"Shut up Kendork," Carlos bit back. "It's more comfy than the couch."
With a heave, Kendall and Carlos threw Logan's soundless body onto the bed, watching his small frame bounce for a while before it came to a stop. Carlos smiled, until he noticed Kendall staring at him, a smirk across his face.
"Carlos," Kendall said softly, placing a hand on Carlos' shoulder. "You deserve happiness, especially after.. You know who.."
"I know.." Carlos breathed, slightly saddened.
With a gentle smile, Kendall hugged his friend goodbye, quickly disappearing from the apartment. Carlos stood over the bed, watching down on the sleeping Logan. He smiled, relishing in the cuteness of the boy. The way his perfectly quaffed hair from this morning was completely trashed, a matted mess. The way his neat clothes were scrunched up, his tie dangling loose from the collar, the shirt un-tucked as it wrinkled at the end.
Carlos let out a yawn, realising he needed some sleep, and fast. But he was right with what he said to Kendall, about the couch being uncomfortable. It was good for sitting, terrible for sleeping on. It was rather hard, like a cinderblock really. So, Carlos had no other choice. He leant forward, carefully pulling off Logan's shoes, placing them gently on the floor. He rolled Logan over, pushing in under the duvet as he pulled it over him, letting Logan sink into the mattress more.
Then, he pulled the piece of paper and camera bag off of the bed, placing them gently on his nightstand.
After another smile and more butterfly feelings, Carlos took of his shoes and t-shirt, climbing into the space next to Logan, topless as the moonlight poured through the window, illuminating his caramel torso. He placed his back against the boy, hoping to not cross the borderline that was friends and something more. His eyelids soon closed on him, the last image of the night being Logan's crooked grin.
Woo, so Logan got stupidly drunk. And of course, he got carried away and is a lightweight. That part, I used my first experience with alcohol haha. Did not turn out so well. I decided to slightly push Drew and Sabrina out of this chapter, reason being is because I want them to play a bigger part, but they're only OC's, so they can't be bigger than the boys hehe.
But yeah, awh they shared a bed. So cute. That also happened to me.. Again, did not turn out so well. This chapter was almost a mirror image to my first experience with being drunk, although only exaggerated to fit the story obviously. :)