Part 3: Ferris Wheel
"Logie, look how high we're up!"
"I'd love to, but you're hogging the view." the smart boy muttered and Carlos laughed.
"Oh, sorry man. We're really high up though! Those cars look like toy cars!"
Logan peered out himself and smiled. "Ha ha yeah. You're right. And the people look like dolls."
The Latino grinned before sitting back in his seat. "I wonder how Kendall and James are doing on the Patriot." he wondered and Logan sat back too, his shoulder brushing against his friend's.
"They're probably dead. If so, I call James' bed. It's freaking amazing."
Carlos pouted. "No, I want James' bed! It was like sleeping with Heaven!"
"Well, I called it first- wait. You've slept on James' bed before?" the brunette quirked a brow at a stammering Carlos.
"It was one time, okay! I had a bad dream and you were visiting your family back in Dallas and Kendall was out on a date with Jo so James was the only one I was willing to go to. He let me room with him for the night and his bed was amazing. It smelled good too, so I call it."
Logan chuckled before sobbering up an frowned. "No, it's mine!"
"No, mine!"
"Mine!"
"MINE!"
"Mine!"
"Mi- are we going down now?"
The short boy nodded and looked outside again. "Yeah, I think so."
"Aww. Can we go again?" Carlos asked with a hopeful look in his eye. Logan shook his head.
"Maybe later. Let's find the boys and go get something to eat."
Carlos' ear picked up at that. "Cotton Candy?" he asked excitedly.
Logan grinned. "Read my mind, brotha."
A/N This kind of sucked but whatever.
-Jaya