So two reasons for my lack of updates.
1) I have crappy time management skills and I always procrastinate, thus, making no time for me to write new chapters.
& 2) For this story, I hated that last chapter so every time I started this I wanted to trash it.
But here I am.
This chapter started out good, but the end was meh.
P.S. I don't know how drunk people act... so I'm sorry if I got anything wrong.
Fun carnival music filled the warm LA air and the whole park smelled of cotton candy and churros, two of my favorite things aside from corn dogs. I mean, who wouldn't love corn dogs! And the other best part was that I was spending my day alone with a hot bartender who actually liked me. He liked me. No one ever thought of me as more than a friend or a teddy bear.
"Ooh! Logie look! A balloon clown!" I chattered excitedly, pointing with my right finger as intertwined my left arm with his right.
He smiled his adorable crooked smile at me, his beloved dimples finding his way onto his flawless face.
"Calm down, baby, don't jump him okay? You might scare him."
I pouted like a child. "I'm not scary!"
He leaned forward to kiss me. "I'm sorry, you're right. You're adorable."
I beamed and skipped towards the clown, dragging Logan by the arm.
"Hi!" the clown exclaimed in an exaggerated voice.
I think he was creeping out Logan because the bartender was squirming.
"Hi!" I shouted louder. "Can you make a hat?"
The clown quickly pulled out a purple balloon and filled it up with air. He twisted and bent the balloon until it looked sort of like a top hat. I jumped enthusiastically and immediately put it on my head. I turned to Logan and puffed out my chest.
"I am Captain Corndog, defender of the seas!" I announced in a heroic voice.
My date began to laugh and almost doubled over. "Oh… Carlos y-you're… so f-funny!"
I felt satisfied with myself. Even Kendall's never laughed at my jokes like that before, which I really don't get. I was a funny dude! My thoughts were shifted once again as I saw a corndog stand, immediately grabbing Logan with me. As I was pulling him, he quickly paid the clown and caught up with me.
"Can I have two corndogs?" I chirped at the teenager manning the cart.
"Whatever," he mumbled robotically and pulled out two corndogs from the clear heated container. "It's going to be $5."
I rummaged through my pocket and pulled it out, preparing to give him a five dollar bill. Suddenly, the wallet was gone and I looked up, confused. My date was holding it in his hand, waving it in the air as he shook his head.
"I'm paying," he simply said, handing his own money to the cashier who rolled his eyes.
I huffed and narrowed my eyes. "I can pay too, you know!"
The brunette laughed and pulled me in for a kiss, corndog in one hand. "I know."
I kind of forgot what I was thinking about, so I let it slide. He took my hand and held it as we strolled through the amusement park, munching on our corndogs. It was 3 pm now, and the afternoon sun was starting to really heat up the city. We rode on a few roller coasters, and decided it was best to go home. On the way back to his apartment, we were having a heated discussion about superheroes.
"No, Logie, no way. Batman is not better than Captain America!"
Without taking his eyes off the road, Logan chuckled. "Batman is so much cooler than Captain America. Captain America is just… stupid."
"Nuh uh!" I shouted immaturely.
"Carlos, how is he not lame?"
"He saved the world from the Nazis!" I boasted proudly.
"Carlos, you just like the movie because Chris Evans is hot," the taller sighed.
"No it's not the only reason!"
Logan turned into his apartment complex parking lot and parked his car.
"Yeah it is."
He went out of the car and walked to my side, opening the car door for me. I smiled and scooted out of the passenger seat.
"Thanks. And Captain America is still better than Batman."
He rolled his eyes and put an arm around me, heading towards the lobby. We walked in and made our way to the elevator, hitting the 'up' button.
"I gotta give James a call," Logan muttered while pulling out his phone. He held it to his ear and waited for a response.
"Hello?" a hushed voice answered.
"Um, James? It's me."
I pressed my ear to the phone but I couldn't hear what James was saying. Just indistinct gibberish.
"Why are you talking so quietly?" my boyfriend inquired, eyebrows knit together.
More indistinct gibberish.
Logan coughed, choking on his own spit. I gasped and started patting and rubbing his back. As the elevator door slid open, I pulled both of us in and pressed '4.'
"KENDALL?" he suddenly screamed into the phone.
My head snapped towards the frantic boy, eyes wide and mouth gaping. What did James do to my best friend? I tugged at Logan's shirt, eagerly waiting for an answer but he didn't pay attention to me.
"James you promised you were going to try."
Logan seemed almost in tears, which got me even more nervous.
"Well, that may be so but it doesn't mean you do that!" he snapped angrily.
The silver doors slid open and we stepped out, walking slowly towards the room.
"Whatever, I'm right outside. We're going to have a talk."
Without another word, he hung up and snatched my head, stomping to his apartment. If you thought I was confused then, I'm completely lost now.
"Wait, Logan! Ow! You're hurting me," I whined, trying to remove myself from his strong grip. "What the hell is going on?"
We stopped abruptly in front of the door and he turned to me, eyes red and watery.
"Baby?" I whimpered, frowning. I was scared.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, hugging me tightly.
"What?" I asked, face smooshed onto Logan's chest. "Why are you sorry?"
"James. James just…"
The door opened and James in a t-shirt and basketball shorts came into view. Logan was glowering at him now and released me from his embrace.
"Logan, stop giving me that look," James nervously commanded.
"James," Logan growled, inching closer. "You promised you were going to try. You promised you wanted to find a relationship. You promised you didn't just want to sleep with him."
"Logan—"
The bartender held up a finger, immediately silencing the pretty boy.
"I'm not fucking finished yet, Diamond. The fact that you slept with him just to sleep with him is one thing."
Wait, now I got it.
"But you got him drunk? Are you shitting with me?" he continued, still moving closer to a backing up James.
"What?" I spat. "You got him drunk and then fucked him?"
They both looked at me, surprised I just dropped the f-bomb. Normally I'd be shocked too, but not in this moment.
"Guys, look," the tan brunette tried, but was cut off by glares.
"Carlos?"
I looked to the right and saw a disheveled Kendall, blinking and staring blankly at me. I ran up to him and hugged him.
"Are you okay?"
"No, where am I?" he replied, gazing around the room. "Why does my head hurt so much, and why does my ass feel really sore?"
"Come on, let's go," I suggested, about to leave the room.
"Carlos, wait."
I whirled around to see a guilty-looking Logan.
"I'm sorry about my friend. He's a fucking idiot when it comes to these things. I'm sure it won't happen again."
"Damn right it won't happen again. You're not going to stay friends with him."
James and Logan both raised an eyebrow, not believing I just said that.
"Wait, Carlos, he's my best friend," Logan began. "I'm not going to unfriend him because he's a man whore. Sure I'm mad at him, but—"
I turned to my roommate. "Kendall, can you just sit outside?"
The blonde nodded and sat beside the door, head leaning on the wall. Poor dude was probably still drunk. I closed the door.
"James, please excuse yourself."
He quickly fled the scene.
"Logan, James hurt Kendall badly. I can't date you if you're going to remain friends with James," I explained.
"Are you seriously telling me to choose?" the brunette scoffed. "Carlos, this is stupid."
"It's not stupid," I retorted. "Kendall's first boyfriend took his virginity and then left and broke his heart. And I promised Kendall that James isn't like that because I wanted him to trust again, but it turns out he was. How can I tell him anything anymore?"
He didn't say anything, just stared down at his feet.
"So is it going to be me or James?" I asked quietly.
He remained silent, so I repeated myself, a little louder.
"Carlos, I can't choose," he finally groaned. "You have to understand this. James is my best friend. He has always been there for me. And you're my boyfriend. Baby, please don't make me choose."
I shook my head and opened the door.
"I'm sorry, but I can't date you anymore."
I stung like crazy to say it, but to see Logan's reaction broke me. I closed my eyes as I shut the door behind me, tears spilling out onto my cheeks. I quickly wiped my tears away, but they were quickly replaced.
"What's wrong?" Kendall groaned out, lying on the floor with his eyes closed.
"Nothing. Come on, let's go."
I woke up the next morning on the floor next to a passed out Kendall sprawled across the sofa with an aching back. I sat up and cracked my back. I flipped my friend onto his back as gently as I could, but I guess it wasn't as gentle as I hoped. He began to stir and rub his eyes. Slowly they opened.
"Carlos?" he murmured almost inaudibly, reaching up to feel my face.
I delivered a weak chuckle and removed his roaming hands from my mouth.
"Morning," I greeted. "Want breakfast?"
He sat up and clutched his stomach. "No, not really. Be right back!"
The blonde shot up from the couch and made a B-line for the bathroom. I cringed when I heard vomit hit the toilet water, so I went to the kitchen to make him a special Papi Garcia Miracle Drink for his hangover. After it was done, I poured the disgusting liquid into a class cup and went to the bathroom.
"Here you go."
Kendall looked up and grabbed the drink, swallowing a huge gulp of it.
"Ew," he complained, pinching his nose. "This tastes like horse shit."
I laughed. "Yeah, but it'll help with your hangover."
He exhaled slowly and flushed the toilet. He leaned back onto the wall.
"Carlos, I can't remember a thing. I'm trying to and I know it was something to do with James daring me to drink shots, but then after that everything's a haze. And not to mention my butt really hurts."
I knew Kendall had a good impression of what happened, but was in denial. I mean seriously, what else could make someone's ass hurt like that?
"I think you know Kendall," I sighed. "At least a good idea. Think about it."
The tall blonde shot me a quizzical look, but then his eyes widened to an impossible size. He shook his head rapidly.
"No. No. That's impossible. Nonononono."
I bit my lip and looked away.
"No, please tell me that's not true. That I didn't let James fuck me," he begged, on the verge of tears. He crawled over to me and forced me to meet his eyes. "Please tell me I didn't."
"I'm sorry," I whispered, letting him fall onto me and sob.
The last time I've seen Kendall so vulnerable was when Jett shattered his heart. I didn't say anything because I didn't know what to say. I was never a good advice-giver. I was kind of always the one who needed advice. I felt bad that all I could do was hug Kendall and say everything was going to be alright. But why would Kendall believe me now?
As his face was buried into the crook of my neck and I was rubbing circles soothingly on his back, I said, "I broke up with Logan."
The sobbing ceased and only sniffles could be heard. Kendall raised his head to look at me.
"…What?"
"What James did to you wasn't right. You don't deserve this," I said.
"Well what does that have to do with you and Logan?"
"I told him to choose me or James. I can't date someone who has a douchebag best friend that hurt my best friend. You're like my brother."
Kendall shook his head disapprovingly. "Carlos you can't make him choose. You need to take him back."
"Kendall, James played you," I reminded. "How could you possibly even think that I should take Logan back?"
"This is my problem, not yours," he shot. "Don't bring Logan into this. It wasn't his fault."
"Look I've made my decision. Friends before relationship, Kendall. It's always been like that. We promised."
The blonde looked at me skeptically before his lips started to quiver again. So I just pulled him into my arms and let him cry. I really didn't know what else to do.
Oh boo hoo. :(
Poor Logan. Next chapter's going to be in the P.o.V. of Logan most likely. Most likely. So I'm not entirely sure yet.
I'm going to take turns updating my stories, so the next update will be "Misguided Ghosts!"
Thanks for being patient with me, guys~.
I appreciate it so much!