This will be the second or third to last chapter of this that is not POV, and this is a little bit of what the Daklos relationship looked liked before the comatose incident and before they got together. It also features the boys in it, and I'm debating whether or not I should put Kett in this. I really like the minor character/one of the boy's relationship pairings, so I probably will. Enjoy!
Also, not a lot of people write Carlos with dimples, but when he smiles really big, they show. So…yeah.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize in this story.
Dak Zevon walked out into the Palm Woods pool area. His strides were long, and his chin was tilted up, as if to say, 'I'm untouchable.' He winked at several near-nude girls that he passed, and even at one or two of the teen males he neared. No one would mess with him. He oozed confidence and a sense of self assurance that Kendall Knight couldn't even be compared to. His composure was held strongly. His eyes shone dauntlessly. And it was safe to say, Dak seemed slightly cocky. That was, until he saw him. That one up-and-comer that made him stop, turn around, and retrace his steps. The one that made him go out of his own way to talk to.
Carlos Garcia.
Even the name intrigued him. Sure, there were plenty of Garcia's in California, but this one… Carlos was just different. From everyone. He was shamelessly goofy, and it was fucking adorable. Or that's how Dak would put it. The actor seated himself next to the Latino, playfully bumping their hips as he sat close to him. Carlos smiled up at him, displaying those straight white teeth and a set of dimples.
"What's up, Carlos?" Dak questioned, finally noticing the remote controller in his hands. Carlos turned his attention back to the device, beginning to flip switches on it.
"James and I are going to have air plane battles over the pool, and the first to fall in, looses," Carlos explained in a tone of voice that the movie star had never heard before. It was soft and calm, and a little timid; as if he was shy around the actor. A small remote controlled airplane zoomed past their heads, and Carlos pushed a button, making his own fly into the air and begin chasing the other. Dak laughed, this occasion being a perfect example of the childhood that still kept Carlos energized. The smaller teen's pink tongue was held between his lips, his expression making it look as if he was placing all the focus he had into this plane battle. Dak smirked, leaning over and breathing hotly into Carlos' ear. He shivered, hand muscles going slack and dropping the small remote, making the toy crash into the pool.
"DAK! Why did you do that!" Carlos pouted, snatching up the controller and pressing the buttons frantically as if that would solve everything. Dak giggled again, finding this whole thing amazingly cute. With a shrug, Dak simply answered, "Because I felt like it." He wrapped an arm around Carlos' shoulder and smiled down at him. James had come over at this point, and beamed when he saw the star.
"Hey! What a surprise! You wanna come up and maybe play some video games?" James invited, totally disregarding the fact that he had just broke a 'moment' between the two, as some would call it. The brunette looked up at the pretty boy, million dollar smile plastered on his face. Dak shrugged again, nodding before standing and pulling Carlos up with him. The Latino blushed, not knowing how to respond to the closeness as they walked. He flushed even deeper when he decided it was suitable to wrap his arm around Dak's waist.
"So, Dak, what brings you to the Palm Woods?" James asked, breaking the silence once again in the elevator. The two members of Big Time Rush looked curiously at Dak, because, yeah, he didn't really cruise this scene a lot.
"Oh, I'm…helping out one of the new singers here…like how I helped you guys…" Lie. I came down here just to see you, Carlos. James nodded and by this time, he was unlocking the door to their apartment. It swung open, revealing Logan, Kendall, and surprisingly, Jett playing a video game. James went over to join them, leaving Dak and Carlos to play dome hockey.
"You any good at this?" Carlos asked, fumbling with the handles. He himself was never very coordinated.
"I can't even play air hockey. The only video game I can play really is…Dance Dance. I'm embarrassed," Dak confessed, making a giggle arise from Carlos as they started pointlessly hitting the tiny puck back and forth.
About one or two hours later, and after much gloating from James and Kendall, someone came up with the brilliant idea to have arm wrestling wars; champion would receive lunch made by the losers. Of course, Carlos mildly threw the competition. He wasn't that strong compared to the larger teens, and holding hands with Dak, or any of the other guys for that matter, would result in him being purely red faced. The competition came down to Kendall and Jett (And why didn't James win?...). Logan was standing over them nervously, him being the referee, and biting his lip.
"You're going down, Stetson," the blonde growled, their arms shaking. Jett smirked, quirking an eyebrow, and scoffing out an 'as if,' before slamming Kendall's hand onto the table. Logan exhaled deeply, turning his attention to a cheering Dak, Carlos, and James. Kendall pouted, pulling his hand away from Jett and crossing him arms in front of his chest.
"It's ok, Kenny, you were bound to lose any way!" Carlos teased, poking the blonde's semi-muscular arm. Kendall growled again, shooting towards Carlos with every intention of tackling him. They began chasing each other around the apartment, Carlos' helmet being knocked off sometime in the process. The two boys ended up on the balcony above the swirly slide, with Carlos backed into the corner that hung above the living room. The other four teens were watching in amusement as they started grabbing at each other's arms, Carlos in defense, Kendall trying to push Carlos down to the ground.
And then Carlos shoved him. And Kendall shoved back. Harder. And Carlos fell. In slow motion it seemed, as he plummeted to the ground, Dak and James racing forward to his body. Lying unconscious on the ground. Blood soaking the carpet, staining it a color that made Kendall want to puke. He did that?
The room seemed silent to Dak. He had drowned out the sounds of Jett and Kendall screaming, he didn't hear James sobbing, and Logan dialing 911 was ignored. Carlos. This beautiful being was lying in front of him, with a fatal head injury. And what if he was going to-Dak couldn't even think about that.
He didn't process the EMT's coming in and taking Carlos away. He didn't take in the large stain of spilled blood. He could only think of the look in Carlos' brown eyes as he looked down at them; the light slowly fading.
As if he was going to sleep.
But none of the teens knew he wouldn't be waking up for another four months.