Finally this story is heading in a direction.

Chapter 7

"Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80's movies? I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80's movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life."

"I couldn't agree more," James said nodding seriously at Olive on the TV screen. As Carlos was too tired to care what movie they watched, James quickly slipped on Easy A before anyone could protest.

Nobody really minded that much, they all knew how much James loved the movie. Although Kendall would never really understand why. Sure, he didn't mind watching the chick flick if he got to cuddle with Jo. But for four guys to sit down and watch it was a tad weird. But nobody ever argued with James and his weird ways, so they just went along with it.

"You're such a chick sometimes," Logan laughed from the other side of the couch and threw a pillow at the pretty boy.

"Hey!" James exclaimed, "I like this movie. And don't ruin my hair!"

Logan and Kendall just chuckled watching as James quickly fixed his hair.

"Shut up," The pretty boy grumbled, going back to the TV.

"Yea shut up Logan, don't you want your life to resemble a cheesy 80s movie?" Kendall asked.

"Ha," James said, "Logans life doesn't need to be an 80's movie. His relationship with Camille has more drama then an episode of Gossip Girl."

Kendall laughed out loud.

"It does not," Logan mumbled to which James and Kendall just smirked.

"How you feeling Carlitos?" Logan asked, turning to their younger friend and ignoring his two others.

All four boys had been sitting on the neon couch, along with Mr. Bear watching Easy A. Carlos was wrapped tightly around his bear lying down next to James who took the right end of the couch. Logan and Kendall occupied the other side.

When he didn't answer they all turned to him and realized the young Latino had fallen asleep.

He was curled up on his side, hands tucked under his head with mouth slightly apart. Looking even younger then he already was, he slept soundly on the bright orange couch next to James and Mr. Bear. Smiling James stroked the boys hair lightly, "Doesn't he look cute," He cooed.

Kendall rolled his eyes, "Sometimes I worry about you man," He chuckled and made his way to the kitchen.

"Shut up Knight," James muttered.

Logan smirked, "It's alright Jamie, we all know you're a massive softy at heart,"

It was James's turn to roll his eyes, he stood up and slowly lifted Carlos into his arms, "If you two have decided to stop being jerks, I'm going to put Carlos in bed,"

"Alright Mr. Mom," Kendall saluted and watched as James carried a sleeping Carlos to bed.

"There so cute," Kendall teased and Logan laughed turning back to the movie.

James carefully placed Carlos into bed and tucked the blankets around the younger boy. When he made sure the boy was tucked securely into bed James turned out the light.

James smiled at the boy, sometimes he really worried about Carlos. Granted, he did worry about his friends most of the time. He worried that Kendall would over work himself trying to do the best by everyone. He worried Logan would ignore his own health too much and get sick. He even worried about Katie and Mama Knight most of the times, so worrying wasn't new to the boy.

It was second nature to worry about the helmet wearing boy, who was constantly doing dangerous and stupid stunts. Not only was he the smallest, youngest and more then occasionally reckless member of the band, he could pretty much get himself into and out of every situation. Which was a blessing and a curse in the same sentence.

With those big puppy dog eyes, Carlos could get anyone to cave into his every whim. With a face like his and big brown eyes it wasn't difficult. It wasn't unusual to see Carlos acting cute and small, but seeing him so vulnerable and broken was different. Carlos was so, weak. He was barely ever this sick and it was crazy seeing him so fragile. The usual happy go lucky boy was rarely ever one to sit still, James hated seeing him so sick. It wasn't right.

He hated seeing any of his friends like this. And he knew besides their teasing, Kendall and Logan felt the same. He sighed and walked back into the lounge room just in time to hear the end of the movie,

"I might even lose my virginity to him. I don't know when it will happen. You know, maybe in five minutes, or tonight, or sixth months from now, or maybe on the night of our wedding. But the really amazing this is, it is nobody's goddamn business."

"I actually like this movie," Logan laughed as he turned the TV off.

"I knew it," James laughed taking a sit next to him.

Logan smirked, "Shut up,"

"How is he?" Kendall asked from the kitchen.

"Sick," James stated.

"No, really?" He asked sarcastically.

"Shut up, is he getting better Loge?" James asked.

Logan shrugged, "Kind of,"

"Kind of, is not comforting Logan," Kendall frowned.

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Carlos coughed again and rolled over on his stomach. He sniffed again causing a sneeze to escape his nose. Right now, he hated life. He really hated everyone and just wanted the bed to swallow him alive.

Okay, that might be a bit dramatic. He didn't hate life nor did he want to die, he did however want this flu to go away. His body ached all over and his throat felt like it was razor blades. He was congested and sore, and he just wished he could go back to normal.

Coughing again he rolled back over and checked his clock. The bright red numbers of 3:17am flashed across the clock and he groaned. Tired, sore and just plain grumpy he kicked his blankets off his midriff. He was hot and sweaty, but the moment he tore the comforter off he was freezing.

His eyes watered dramatically and he wanted to kick himself. He didn't want to be sick. He didn't want to feel so weak. He didn't want to have his friends watch his every move like he was some kind of sick animal that was going to drop dead at any moment.

Having enough of his self pity session he tore his blankets off and got out of bed, heading to the kitchen. Contemplating what to do next he decided he didn't feel well enough to get anything to eat, and he worried he wouldn't even be able to keep any water down. So instead he grabbed his hoddie off the couch and headed out the apartment.

Deciding he didn't want to sit in bed anymore just feeling bad about himself, he thought he'd take a walk around the hotel. Ignoring the fact that it probably wasn't his best idea, he walked around the lobby outside to the pool.

It was dark and the moon reflected off the water. A little too chilly for a LA night, but not unbearable, he took at seat at the edge of the pool and simply stared into the still water.

He missed home, he really missed home. Right now he would give anything to be sitting in his own bed, his mother in the next room just waiting for him to cough so she could run in and coddle him. He missed her scent, the way she would hold him when he was scared. It wasn't the same here.

He wanted to go home. He wanted to be in her arms, and wake up to the cold Minnesota snow every morning. It never snowed in LA. One of the few downfalls it had.

Coughing and wrapping his arms tighter around himself he laid on his side looking into the water.

Not that he hated it here. He loved Hollywood. He loved singing and dancing every day, and the crazy antics and adventures he could get into with his best friends every day. But it still wasn't the same.

Letting out another hacking cough he barely realized how cold the air was becoming. He thought of James, Kendall and Logan. He wanted to be mad at them. He wanted to be furious that they had taken him out of his comfort zone, away from his mother and toys and hockey.

But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how sick he felt he just couldn't manage the energy to be mad.

It didn't matter, nothing he said could make him hate his best friends. They were his brothers, his family. And they tried their best. They really did, but they were never going to fill this gapping ache he had for home. He hadn't even realized he had such an ache until he had gotten sick.

Too tired to get up or even move, he let out another cough and closed his eyes. The ground wasn't that uncomfortable he thought, as he fell into a very restless slumber.

What will happen to Carlos if he sleeps outside for the night? Will that make his condition worse? Hmmm, I wonder haha, so I suppose this is what we're going to call the climax of this little story. Gets exciting now ;)

So guess who woke up this morning and wanted to die? Haha okay not die, but I woke up with this awful cold. I blame this bloody bipolar Australia whether that my immune system cant keep up with. So after sleeping the whole morning I've been watching these silly movies while hacking up coughs. So I've watched South Park Imagination Land, Valentines day, Sanctum, Easy A and Taking 5, along with a bunch of Big Time Rush episodes. Haha I'm so sad. But at least I get to update this and 'Make me feel like someone else' :D