Well, welcome to chapter two. I'd like to thank: BigTimeOzzy, rainy dayz and silver dreams, I AM AIR,tank602, andanimelover6240 for reviewing. I'm happy you thought this story was better than expected. Thank you to Kogan4ever, ScarletMoon21, Carphanie, Leviosa0812, OuToFmYmInDbAcKiN5MiNuTeS, rumbleroar846, Twlightgirl434, and xxJarlosFanxx as well.
Kendall was sitting on the porch with nothing but a large backpack and a guitar case. That made me hate him a little more. I didn't want him to be like Carlos, I wanted him to have as much talent as me. He didn't have to sell sex like I do. All he'd have to do his play his stupid guitar and look pretty and he'll make money. I tapped Kendall's back and we walked off.
We were quiet until I remembered he didn't know about Carlos.
"I should probably tell you that I'm not living alone. I've got a little brother I'm taking care of." I told him.
"That's fine. I figured you weren't alone." He responded. I slowed so I was walking a little bit behind him. Only so I could see his face. I needed to know how he was honestly feeling.
"He dresses like a girl but don't call him a she. He thinks it's normal for boys to wear dresses and wigs." Kendall didn't look shocked or disturbed which made me Like him a little.
"I understand. I have a friend in Minnesota named Chett who was a drag queen. Wanted to be referred to as a boy but he also went by Mimi when he wore skirts. I never got that. Should I call Carlos something when he's dressed up?"
"No, he's just Carlos. He's not a drag queen either. He's just a boy who likes to dress like a girl. He's gay too, by the way, but I think that's obvious. I hope you don't mind gay people." Kendall laughed and shook his head.
"I just said I have a drag queen friend, why would I hate gay people? I'm gay too, by the way. That's why I'm running away." I knew he wanted me to ask why but I wasn't going to. I knew the unaccepting family tale all too well.
I didn't say anything to him for the rest of the trip but he talked about how he played hockey and loved living in Minnesota. When we came into the motel room, Carlos was sleeping with the television on. He was still in his day clothes and had his wig barely on.
"Your brother is the dancer on Main street?" Kendall gasped excitedly. I nodded even though I wanted to scream. Of course he was a fan of Carlos. Who didn't love him?
"Me and my friends used to come and watch him dance. He's really good." Kendall praised. Carlos groaned and stirred from the bed. blinking a few times before muttering sleepy "thank you". Kendall laughed at Carlos' waking due to the complement. I just wanted him to sleep all night.
"Who are you?" Carlos asked Kendall once he sat up, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes.
"This is Kendall, he's going to be living with us for a while. He's gonna help us get a house quicker." I informed. Carlos eyes lit up at the mention of a house. He jumped off the bed and tackled the unprepared Kendall into a hug. Kendall let out an "oomph" before they fell to the ground, Carlos not letting go.
"Thank you so much for helping! We're going to have the best place ever! If there's three of us, we can get an apartment in much less time! Will you be doing odd jobs with Logan? Oh, how did you meet Logan? Are you one of the kids he tutors? Is that a guitar? Can you play me-"
"Carlos why don't you go put your pyjamas on?" I interrupted him. I understood he was excited but he could be so annoying when he got worked up.
"Okay!" Carlos chirped as he detached himself from Kendall and got a nightgown from his suitcase. He ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I let out a sigh.
"So Carlos thinks you're tutoring and not blowing dudes for cash?" Kendall more of chastised than asked.
"Yes and I like to keep it that way. If he knows I'm doing it, he'll feel guilty and want to do it too." I tell him but he still didn't look like he agrees with me. Not that his opinion mattered.
"I won't tell him, I promise." He says then takes his backpack and guitar case off of his back and puts them on the floor. He sits on the bed and I follow his lead.
Carlos comes out of the bathroom and piledrives into my side. He's still giddy from the new member of our group. I turn the television off and the room goes black. Carlos clings to me tighter. I forgot he was afraid of the dark. I switched on the lamp on the nightstand and his hold loosened.
"Let's all go to bed. Kendall, I guess you can sleep up here with us since the floors aren't that plush." I say. Carlos lets out a cheer.
"Wow, you're so kind Logan." Kendall says with obvious sarcasm. Carlos giggled at his comment. I punched him. Not hard, but it was in the stomach.
"Just get dressed and turn the lights off when you're done." I say as I lay back in the bed, Carlos laying next to me as he covers us in the blanket. Kendall strips to his underwear and undershirt and climbs into the bed, flicking the light off once he's in.
"Welcome to our family Kendall." Carlos mutters after some time. Kendall didn't respond, he was already asleep.
"Logan, you can't keep screaming like this every night. You're starting to scare Carlos."
It only takes a week before Kendall and Carlos are best friends. During the day, Kendall sings and plays fast paced songs on his guitar while Carlos dances to them. At night, the two practice new songs and dances. They try their best to include me in their acts, for some odd reason they think I'm an amazing singer, but I try to stay out of it. I know I'm not good at singing. Carlos' stalker James has become more relentless as well. Everyday at five Carlos takes a break and talks to him on the bench. Carlos claims to be in love with him and I can tell that James is infatuated with him as well. Not that I'm happy about it. Kendall told me James is an up and coming pop star whose songs are in the radio every once in awhile. That explains the too expensive shades and beanie he's always wearing. I didn't tell Carlos what Kendall told me, I figured he already knew. They seemed to talk about everything so I'm sure they discussed James' fame.
Kendall got along with James as well. He would sometimes sit with the couple and talk. I loved when he did that, it made me feel like Carlos was safe. I hated being left out though.
Dennis had picked me up once since Kendall has been living with us as well. He told me that his son was missing and his wife didn't plan on doing anything about it. She caught him kissing another man so her son might as well be dead to her. Dennis told me that if he didn't hear word from him soon, he was going to file a missing persons report. I reminded myself to tell Kendall to buy a disposable cell phone and call his father. If he were to make that report, the possibility of him getting caught with us would not be worth it.
After what was possibly the softest fuck of my life, I showered, ate some leftovers, then left. Carlos was up playing slaps with Kendall in the motel room. By the yelling, I could guess Kendall was losing.
"You're home early Logie, it's only eleven or something." Carlos commented as he hit Kendall's hand with too much force.
"I didn't have much to do. Why aren't you ready for bed?" Carlos rolled his eyes before getting out his pyjamas and stomping into the bathroom. When it was only Kendall and I left, I told him to find a way to contact his dad tomorrow. He refused to at first, his stubbornness getting in the way of his sensibility. I had to explain that if he didn't, I could be arrested and Carlos would be put in a home. He agreed after that. We sat in silence after that. I wanted to idly talk to Kendall but I couldn't think of a single thing to say. That was a lie, I could think up thousands of things to say but I was afraid to. He had proven himself to be rather irritating and the last thing I wanted to do was yell at him and make him leave. We needed his money.
Carlos came out of the bathroom in his nightgown and he, Kendall, and I all settled for bed. I eventually joined their restless driven discussion about the possibility of plants eating humans. That night, Kendall wrapped his arms round me in his sleep. I was too afraid to move them.
I woke up to Kendall snoring in my ear and a missing Carlos. Panic shook all of the tired feelings out of me as I shot out of bed and looked around the small room for a sign as to where he was. His backpack and suitcase were still there. I sighed in relief. That meant he was bound to come back. I tried not to think negative thoughts as I got up and prepared myself for a shower. I couldn't help but think about when Carlos and I were children and my mother used to bathe us together. His father couldn't stand that. Said it made Carlos gayer than he already was. Back then, Carlos was like every other boy.
When I left the bathroom, Carlos was back and had James and a large amount of food with him. I might have been upset about him bringing that boy into our room if I wasn't starving. Kendall was still lounging in bed, not saying a word or touching any of the food. His sleepy eyes caught mine, a lazy smile formed on his face. I came and sat next to him, Carlos and James paying us no mind as we watched them. The two were disgustingly cute, what with the way they fed each other and purposefully touched wherever they could without getting a scolding. Carlos was even brave enough to kiss some danish cream off of the side of James' mouth. I hit him on the arm for that move. Once Kendall was up and ready to eat he tried to feed me a grape as a joke. I didn't even aknowledge it, which threw Carlos and James into hysterics.
I couldn't deny that the two were the perfect couple. If Carlos made a joke, James would laugh. If James said something narcissistic, Carlos would tease him. They acted like they had known each other for years rather than a week and a half. It made me wonder exactly how many times had Carlos snuck out to see him.
I could tell this wasn't love though. Just mindless teenage infatuation. They were so in lust, so wrapped up in each other, I doubt they could smell the potential breakup. If they're in a relationship, that is. Kendall decided to shower once all the food was gone. I opted to take the trash to the dumpster in the back and get a new bag. I should have made Carlos come with me but I wasn't thinking. So when I walked back into the room, I wasn't surprised to see Carlos on his back in a heavy make out session. They were kissing so desperately and so messy, it was like watching animals in heat. James hand was up Carlos black pleated skirt. Carlos had both of his hands inside James' white graphic tee. It was disgusting to watch.
I coughed as loud as I could, which sent them flying apart. Carlos looked like he was ready to cry. James looked guilty.
"James, why don't you head back to where you came from? Carlos is grounded indefinitely." I said through grit teeth. James didn't say anything but ran towards the door. Carlos followed him, yelling for him to wait.
Carlos whispered something to him before kissing his cheek. James smiled and kissed Carlos square on the lips. As soon as the door was shut, Carlos started crying alligator tears. He's done this to get out of trouble since the day I met him and we broke my mother's makeup compact.
"I don't want you around James anymore. You're too young to be doing things like that." I scolded. Carlos cranked up the tears.
"I'm not kidding Carlos, if I see him hanging around you again, we're moving." I think the tears turned real as he face twisted hideously and he ran to hug me too tightly.
"Don't do this to me Logie. I love him so much! He makes me feel happy and important. You can't take that away from me!" He sobbed into my shirt. Needless to say, that hit my ego. It was nice to know I wasn't enough to keep Carlos happy. Kendall exited the bathroom then.
"What's going on?" He asked like he had no choice but to me the mediator.
"Logan said I can't see James anymore just because we were kissing. Tell him it's unfair!" Carlos said, the real tears now gone and only the cute, fake tears were coming down his face.
"What's so wrong with Carlos kissing James? They're two consenting beings in a substantial relationship." Kendall argued for Carlos. I couldn't believe what was happening!
"They were not just kissing, the were practically having sex right in front of me!"
"So they were getting a little heavy, that's what teenagers do. I'm sure he knows better than to have sex with James before the third month of the relationship." Carlos nodded and Kendall looked to him like a proud father. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the two.
"Whether they actually have sex or not, I don't want Carlos around that boy! He's only fourteen!"
"I'll be fifteen in four days! You were having sex at fifteen! I saw it!" Carlos interjected. I didn't have the heart to tell him that that sex was under different circumstances. With a sigh of defeat, I pushed him out of my arms.
"You are not to meet with him without Kendall or I around, okay? And no sex until you're sixteen. Don't let him put his hands on you again either." I ordered. Carlos smiled and kissed my cheek.
"I promise! I'm gonna go dance now, you can join me later Kendall." He said then ran out of our room, his boombox and hat in hand. I glared at Kendall once the door shut.
"What?" He asked as if nothing just happened.
"Thanks for siding with me, you're so great." I said sarcastically.
"Well you were being too tough on him. Carlos is old enough to know what he's doing." Kendall said. I ignored him, plopping onto the bed instead and turned on the television. Kendal squeezed himself between me and the head board and pulled me to sit up straight. He began massaging my shoulders and back. I couldn't stop the moans I let out.
"You need to relax. Carlos is a smart boy, he knows how to say no. James isn't the kind of guy to pressure him either." Kendall mumbled next to my ear.
"I can't help it. You'd panic if that was your brother running around with a sixteen year old boy." I retorted.
"James is a good guy though. He's a little shallow and stupid but he's really protective of Carlos. He's always making sure that no one touches him when he dances or makes rude comments. A few days ago, he punched a dude who said that Carlos would be great at pole dancing." Although I was impressed, I didn't like the idea of James causing trouble for Carlos.
"So he has a temper?"
"No! Well, yeah, he does but he never fights with Carlos. Not seriously. I mean, they fight over stupid things all the time but they do it on purpose." Kendall sighed when he realised he wasn't really proving his point."How about you get to know him before you make so many judgements about him? Tonight, we should all do something together. Plus, I think you need a break , your back is full of knots. Probably from being on it so much." I turned around and punched Kendall square in the jaw for that comment.
"Ow, I was just joking!" He whined, rubbing his jaw as if it would stop the pain.
"Whatever, just go and play your stupid guitar. We'll need money if you want to do anything tonight." I said. Kendall smiled and nodded. I followed him out the door, carrying his guitar for him.
"We're not going to be out late, and we're doing something that's really cheap or costs no money at all." I stated. Kendall nodded like he was listening but I knew he wasn't. I started to wonder why I said yes in the first place.
Wow I get so nervous about this story. If it seems choppy or some information is missing, tell me. If it seems rushed tell me as well. I'm really trying to pace this out but it seems as if the major arc will be happening in the next chapter rather than chapter four...
Well tell me what you think.