I know. I know. U can punch me. :3
Carlos's POV
I reluctantly coaxed open the front door, half expecting to see a corpse hanging from the banister with the words, "Your fault," carved into the wood. Apprehensively, I entered the apartment, tossing my keys on the kitchen counter next to me.
"Hey, dude."
Logan greeted me, catching me as I was about to run up to James' room, apologizing profusely for hurting him.
"Oh, hey. Didn't see you there." I said, putting on a façade.
"Where ya been?"
I had to think of something.
"Uhh, I lost my helmet, so I drove all around town looking for it. Hehe, stupid huh?"
He believed me. I was the not so bright one. The not- book smart one. Not the sharpest tool in the shed.
There ya go, ya vultures! ,3 looove uu.