Mmm… Have I ever mentioned how much I love New Jersey? Cause I do. Lots. Back in the ol' Princeton!
For any of those who we're not even going to bother to ask… YES! My vacation was great :D I'm all tan now! (Mission accomplished!) Only problem that occured was that Hurricane Earl decided to take a visit RIGHT where my family was staying, so we had to leave a bit early... Now your probably wondering- "HEY! You came home early, so why didn't you update!" Well guess what?
I'm not exactly too sure why I didn't update sooner either!
BY THE WAY... I specifically remember putting a "DO NOT REVIEW THIS AUTHORS NOTE PLEASE" on the last page, and guess what? A lot of you people reviewed! Now, some of you might be like, Hey! Why are you getting mad! I don't like you anymore! This is fanfiction! You're not supposed to scold people on the internet!
But guess what? (again...)
IM ACTUALLY SUPER HAPPY THAT YOU GUYS REVIEWED! :D
It showed me that I have super loyal readers, who will not only take the time to read my story and give opinions, but ALSO ignore what I tell them and review anyways! I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH! (I know some of you must think that I'm crazy right now... Good assumption.)
Enjoy the chapter! (IT'S FROM JAMES'S POV, PAST TENSE for the first part, and then back to reality.)
Disclaimer: BIG TIME RUSH, I HEARBY DISCLAIM YOU!
The fire snapped and crackled, consuming the wood within it and spitting out the ash. The gray flakes crumbled, the pressure too great, only to form a small pile beneath the thin twigs and withered leaves. The fire went on, dancing and twisting in the midafternoon air. With each second came a bright yet delicate pattern. Moving this way and that, consisting of every shade of orange. The fire grabbed onto the twigs, heating and burning them beyond repair. It radiated it's heat, sharing it with it's neighbors. The four boys. It finally huffed and puffed, smoke starting to billow up above the highest branches of the highest trees.
James stared at the flames. His face reflected in the smooth crackling waves of heat. Logan had started a fire with the twig fence (much to his refusal) and the small lighter from Carlos's pocket. James had hobbled over with Kendall to a small log he had set up around the fire and leaned his friend against it. Slowly and carefully, James had lowered his friend until he was sitting on the ground (though the process had taken much moaning and hisses of pain). Logan had gotten up and sat down next to Kendall, as to keep him close just in case something was to happen. James and Carlos sat next to eachother and on the left of Logan, keeping Kendall right in the middle. They had brought the food and water over with them to the fire, slowly began to portion it up (Logan's work) and began eat it.
James took this time of silence to think to himself while chewing on a granola bar.
He was glad that the boys finally had some time to chill out and relax. They had been working non-stop trying to find a way of contacting someone, and even he knew that it would be no good if they were all dead tired. Honestly? He was worried mostly about the health of his friends rather than being able to get out of this place. Yeah yeah, you're probably thinking, Wait! James isn't thinking about himself or his beautiful lucious hair? Okay, you might not be thinking the hair part, but his friends have secretly always come first before himself. First issue on his mind?
Injuries.
It was no wonder that everyone looked worse than they had earlier. They've been moving around a lot, causing injuries to worsen. Such as Carlos's ribs, Kendall's gash, and Logan's bleeding head. James was probably the person who was better off than the rest. Yeah he had a broken shin, but he's gotten much worse in hockey! Just like coach says, walk it off. At first, it hurt a lot to walk on it, but by now he was sort of used to it. Now it was nothing but a small bother to him.
He had finshed his granola bar and shoved it in his pocket. For a moment James had been completely lost in thought, only to be brought back by the noise and sight of Kendall retching.
All eyes were immediatly to their blonde leader. Kendall had leaned to the side, one hand planted on the ground while the other one was wrapped around his middle, covering his wound. His bangs fell over his eyes, hiding the pain etched in his face.
"Kendall!" Carlos yell of surprise was one amoung the many, as he crawled slowly over to Kendall and started to rub his friend's back, chanting soothing words to calm their friend down. James was stuck where he sat, eyes wide with fear and surprise. What the-?
Logan's brow was furrowed with worry. He quickly went over things in his mind. It must be because of the blood loss... I knew this would happen (since blood loss causes nausea) but I guess I was hoping that it wouldn't.
He snapped out of his thoughts and quickly began talking to his friend, who was now beginning to dry heave.
"It's alright Kendall, it's okay. Kendall? I'm gonna need you to try to take deep breaths." He told him worridly. Kendall had stopped heaving, but was now struggling to breathe. His breath was coming in short quick gasps. Carlos began patting his friend's back while James continued to stare.
What's happening? It was just so sudden... What should I do? He felt utterly useless as he watched his best friend in the world stuggle to breathe. Kendall's lips were beginning to turn a faint but now noticable blue. Finally, James spoke up.
"LOGAN! Do something! He can't breathe!"
Carlos backed away from Kendall who had slumped back into his arms, leaving Logan who was laying Kendall (who was now unconcious) on the ground. Quickly, he proceeded with the first aid training that he had been taught in a course that he was now thankful to have taken in school.
James felt tears prickling in his eyes. His brother was dying before him, and there was nothing he could do. He looked over at Carlos who looked just as shocked as he probably did.
For the rest of the few minutes that passed, his eyes stayed focused on his prone friend dying on the ground.
Thump thump.
Thump thump.
Thump thump.
James listened to the heart beats of his now sleeping best friend. He continuously replayed the memory of Kendall almost dying in his head over and over again. It had happened so suddenly... What if something like that happens again, but we're too late?
Tears made their way back into his vision. Thank God Logan had remembered his first aid training in the heat of the moment. If he hadn't... Well, they would be one friend less. The situation had come so fast that everyone had immediatley become exhausted as soon as it was over. Kendall had taken a gasping breath back into reality, quickly wheezed out to the boys "Note to self... Food and Blood loss? Don't mix." and then had fallen to sleep. Carlos followed soon after, quickly snuggling up close to where Kendall was resting (while other guys might find that wierd, the four boys found it completely normal since they were so close). Logan, despite his best efforts, finally nodded off- Literally! His head had bobbed up and down as he fell in and out of sleep.
James smiled at Logan. He'll be sleeping till next month!
He got up and walked over to the fire. The light was burning out, and the smoke was dissolving into the night air. James rubbed his hands and took one last look into the flames, saying a quick prayer, before walking off and falling to sleep, his head resting on Logan's shoulder.
Please God, please let someone see the smoke. Please let my brothers and me be found. Please.
Uh... Yup. That's chapter 11 for ya. What do you think? I know what you're probably thinking (I can read minds :D) what the heck just happened?
Yes, I know that this chapter was kinda confusing, and somewhat pointless, but I felt that James needed to have a part to himself so that you guys could see how he was feeling, and what his thoughts were and have been about. The whole Kendall throwing up and almost dying part was just a thing to throw in there for a bit of suspense and action... Were you in SUSPENSE?
Also in this chapter, I gave you some BROTHERLY LOVE! And who doesn't love that? :D The whole Carlos snuggling part kinda broke me :P
Now... I have some not-so-important news that I feel I should tell you...
On Sep. 13 (Monday...) School will be starting up again! Woo hoo... bleh. And I will have my schedule filled with fencing, docents, and the newspaper stuff... So I will not be able to update at all during the weekdays. BUT I will be able to do it on Saturdays, and maybe Sundays. I'm going to try my hardest to finish this story before then (which means that I have three more days...) but if I can't, don't be surprised if you don't see an update for a while.
THIS DOESN'T MEAN THAT I WILL STOP WRITING COMEPLETLEY! (and yes, I did just spell that wrong... I'm having issues with spelling today -.-) I actually plan on doing another BTR story after this one! Maybe I'll even work on some one-shots. I've always wanted to try them... ANYWAYS.
I have just officially wasted your time! (for whomever read this whole thing? I bow down to you.) *bows*
Hope you liked the chapter!
Whatever the aliens say,
TealMoose