I saw Transformers 3 like an hour ago and even though I found the story line stupid, it was by far one of the best movies EVER! It was seriously amazing. Also I CANT WAIT TO SEE THE LAST HARRY POTTER MOVIE! Seriously it has me in tears just thinking about it ending, but I can't wait to see it. I read the books when I was like 9 and my childhood is about to end. I'm torn between being going into turmoil of depression because it's over or cry out in happiness because my life was fortunate enough to consist of it. (If you didn't think I was insane before you probably do now)

It's like 1am but I felt this chapter needed to be posted. It's not my best but I honestly have no idea where I'm even going with this story. I hope you enjoy it?

Carlos groaned. He hated being sick. However one thing he hated more was the fact that his three best friends weren't here. Why weren't they here you may ask?

That's a very good question. Considering when Logan was sick they spent every waking hour with the boy, barely ever leaving his sight. Carlos had yet to be sick 48 hours and his friends had already disappeared.

It wasn't their fault though, Carlos reminded himself. When Logan was sick they hadn't been famous. They hadn't had any commitments or responsibilities. Now they had many, one mainly being they boy band they were supposed to be in. And the boy band rehearsals that Carlos couldn't attend because he was too ill.

He'd be lucky if he was still in the band when he got better knowing Gustavo.

He sighed loudly to himself and changed the channel. Once the boys had gone to rehearsals Mama Knight had set him up on the orange couch because he just couldn't stand being in that room alone. She'd gotten him a few (many) blankets, tucked him in and told him if he didn't move he could stay there. He still didn't like the fact that he was confined to sofa rest, but it was better than bed rest. At least here he had the TV, so he wasn't complaining.

Actually, that was a lie.

He was trying not to complain, but it was hard. His three best friends were nowhere in sight, he was bored and he was sick. Could you really blame him?

"How you doing Carlos?" Katie Knight asked as she entered the lounge room, remembering to keep a decent distance away from the sick individual. No way did she want to get sick.

Carlos rolled his eyes, "I'm bored,"

Katie frowned, "Why? You have all the cable and video games you want, and you don't have to actually do anything. This should be your heaven."

True, Carlos thought. But it wasn't.

"I can't play video games, their making me dizzy," Carlos whined, "And there's nothing on TV. I'm bored,"

Katie shrugged, "Sucks for you man, see ya," and with that the little brunette was out of the apartment heading to the pool.

Stupid kid.

"Does no one want to stay with me?" Carlos asked pathetically as he flicked through the channels again settling on SpongeBob.

Mama Knight then entered the apartment carrying a brown paper bag, she set it on the coffee table in front of Carlos and put the back of her hand on his forehead, "How are you feeling?" she asked sympathetically.

"Sick," He stated miserably.

Mama Knight laughed, but frowned when she felt his head, "You're pretty warm. You haven't thrown up again?" She asked.

Carlos shook his head, while most would feel uncomfortable talking about vomit it didn't faze the Latino, "No. I feel kind of queasy but not that much,"

She nodded clearly pleased with that, "Okay well I've got you some Gatorade because you need to stay hydrated. Take little sips, I'm going to put on some soup,"

"I'm not really hungry Mrs. K," Carlos said. The very thought of food made him want to projectile vomit the entire contents of his stomach.

"You need to have at least a little bit. I won't force too much into you though okay?" She said gently.

Carlos nodded, "Okay mama Knight."

She smiled and went to get up but was stopped when a warm hand grabbed her arm. "You okay Carlos?" She asked confused.

Carlos didn't reply but instead just pulled the older women into a hug which she instantly returned.

"Thank you for looking after me," He said almost embarrassed. He didn't usually get embarrassed about these kinds of things, Carlos was usually the one to express his emotions. But even this was kind of much for him. Except he felt Mama Knight needed to know just how much this meant to him, without her he was sure he would have broken down by now. She was the rock that was holding him up.

Kelly smiled and just hugged the boy tighter, "It's no problem at all. I love looking after my honorary son, you know that Carlos,"

Carlos just nodded and took in her scent for comfort, "I know, but thank you still,"

They hugged for a moment longer before Kelly pulled away. She smiled at the Latino and pushed some of his hair back watching as he blushed slightly. It was stupid how she considered the boys hers. After all they weren't, they all had families back home to take care of them. But sometimes being in Hollywood would make her forget that. Forget that she actually only had one son instead of four.

"I'll go make some soup, okay honey?" She asked Carlos.

He nodded and laid back on the couch. Almost instantaneously Carlos fell asleep, and Mama Knight just smiled.

"Sup Mom," Kendall said as he, Logan and James bombarded into the apartment not 30 minutes later.

"shhhhhh," She quickly said pointing to the sleeping Latino on the couch.

Kendall grinned sheepishly, "Sorry,"

"How is he?" Logan asked taking a seat on the counter.

Kelly smiled, she loved the way Logan cared so much about the others. Whenever one was sick or injured he was constantly checking up with her. She could see the concern linger in his eyes and drip from his voice as he tried to keep his tone steady and nonchalant.

"He's not getting worse," She said.

All three boys frowned, "That's not good," Kendall said.

She smiled slightly, "It's not bad. He is getting better, just slowly."

Kendall nodded, "Can we go sit with him?"

"Don't wake him," She scolded slightly.

Kendall just smiled and made his way over to the Latino. Gently lifting up the boys head he sat on the couch and replaced it in his lap. While Kendall lightly stroked his hair James and Logan sat themselves on the couch next to him.

"Poor Carlitos," Kendall muttered.

"I feel so bad for the guy, all he wants to do is run around and me Carlos," James said.

"He's such a reluctant patient," Logan complained and Kendall and James gave him a 'what the hell' look.

"That's calling the kettle black don't you think Loges?" James snickered.

Logan blushed, "Shut up. I'm not this bad,"

"Oh no," Kendall said, "You were way worse,"

Logan blushed deeper and rolled his eyes, "At least I stayed in bed and did what I was told,"

"No you were annoying," James replied, "And disobedient and thought you knew everything,"

"Well you two aren't any better when you're sick,"

"I don't get sick," Kendall stated proudly.

"Lies," James said.

"Slander," Kendall retorted.

"Jerk,"

"Bitch,"

"Guys, shut up. You'll wake Carlos," Logan smiled at the best friends rant. Man, they could be stupid sometimes.

There was a comfortable silence for a moment, Kendall still stroking Carlos's hair while they watched SpongeBob.

"Does anyone even remember a time when Carlos was sick?" James asked suddenly.

"I think he got really sick once, when we were like eight," Logan answered.

Kendall laughed, "Wasn't that when he called us up and claimed he was dying?"

"Yea," Logan said, "He made a will and everything. He was certain he was going to die so he had to give us his favorite toys to look after,"

"Oh yea," Kendall said, "He gave me his stuffed Tiger, Roger."

"Do you think he still has that?" James asked. Roger used to go everywhere with the Latino until he turned 10 when he was too cool for the stuffed animal anymore.

"You still have that owl Hedwig," Logan mocked and James threw a pillow at his head. True, James still had his white fluffy owl, Hedwig that he'd had since he was six, hidden somewhere in the cupboard. Not very well hidden though.

"Shut up,"

"Did you name your owl after the one in Harry Potter?" Kendall asked.

It was James's turn to blush, "So what if I did?"

"You're such a nerd," Kendall teased.

"Shut it Knight," James rolled his eyes, "Hedwig is a very important member of my family."

"Wasn't that the one that had to sit at the dinner table with you for years? And your mom got really mad because she had to make a plate of food for it," Logan laughed.

"She threatened to throw him out of the car window a couple of times," James admitted, "I think she was really serious about it,"

Kendall and Logan instantly cracked up laughing. "Hey!" James shouted, "That was a very delicate moment. My mother petrified Hedwig for life,"

"James?"

Everyone looked down to find Carlos groggily opening his eyes, "You are the biggest idiot ever,"

Requests and suggestions for this story will be appreciated :P

Fact: James Maslow has read all the Harry Potter books! He is from now on Harry Potter obsessed in my story ;)