Soooo tired... *head falls on keyboard*

My bus comes around at 6:20 so I have to wake up at 5:30, at which time I can barely move.

SO SLEEPY! Well, now that it's the weekend, I decided that I will sleep in... unfortunatley, I woke up today at 6, and I CAN'T GO BACK TO SLEEP.

So I decided that I might as well put in the next chapter!

BTW: I've been checking my email lately, and I've gotten nothing! (I'm suscribed to like... BILLIONS of stories, so it was a surprise...) I came down to three possible conclusions...

1. Nobody has been updating because of school/work.

2. My email is just stupid, or I accidently marked fanfiction as spam...

3. I somehow got unsuscribed from everything!

Cause when I got back on, I was looking through stories only to find that they actually have been updated in the past week... SOMEONE HELP ME!

Alrighty...

ENJOY!

Diclaimer: *still watching the guys run around with no shirts* Haaa...

The Boy's POV (Part 1)

James woke up first. Once again, he went through the process of complaining about his hair to himself, and rubbing off the excess morning dew. It had almost become a habit to him, which frightened James to the core.

"I can't forget my morning routine! Brush 100 times, apply Cuda Man gel, STYLE... and spritz an insane amount of Cuda Man hair spray!" James smiled to himself as he recited the first 5 minutes of his hour morning hair routine. The three other boys hated how long it took James to get ready, but since they only took 30 seconds, and "the hair" made James feel better about himself, the all had accepted it. The only other person who took half as long as James is Logan, but that's because he is obsessed with health, so his oral hygeine must be perfect.

James snapped himself out of his thoughts and pushed himself off of the ground. The leaves beneath him are soaked, causing his hands to become damp, beginning to prune. Little water droplets pittered all around them, falling from branches, leaves, and petals.

Peuny flowers were beginning to blossom around the guys. It was the start of spring, so it was about time. Their petals are a soft crimson color, reminding James too well of what both of his friends were losing.

He looked over at his brothers who were soundly asleep.

Kendall was lying in the middle, his arm across his blood soaked plaid flanel shirt, with his legs stretched out in front of him. James had had to wake up in the middle of the night because of how loud Kendall's teeth were chattering. He had gotten up, and wrapped one of the jackets they had brought around him. James had rubbed his friends arms, trying to create friction to warm him up. Kendall had calmed down a bit, so James got to sleep the rest of the night.

Kendall's breathing is shallow and from the occasional shiver, James can tell that he is still cold, but there isn't much that he can do.. At least he won't die from hypothermia or something like that... Hopefully.

The next person James saw had his head in the crook of Kendall's arm, snoring lightly.

Carlos... James smiled and looked at his little Latino brother snuggling close to Kendall. Carlos has always been the youngest. The youngest in the whole of his grade, the youngest of his best friends. The other boys never outwardly treated him like he was any weaker, but inside, they were all extremely protective. When it came to Kendall, some might even say dangerously protective. If you even looked at Carlos or one of his friends the wrong way, you could expect a black eye in the morning. Of course, he and Logan were protective too, him being able to scare people off with his height, and Logan being able to tell them the probability of them being sent to the hospital in the next five minutes... But Kendall mad? Don't wanna mess with him.

Only his friends and family are ever able to calm him down when he hgoes on a rant. Of course, the physical violence has toned down a bit due to them becoming famous and more mature, but the threat is definitley still there.

Carlos, on the other hand, is about the happiest guy that you'll ever meet. He wouldn't hurt a fly if his life depended on it. Although, the same can't be said when one of his friends lives were the one's at stake.

He's always been known by everyone as the person you want to see when your day is down. Carlos has always been the type of person who can laugh at himself, so the joy in life comes easily to him, not to mention that he is willing to share it with others.

This fact upset James the most as he stared at his bruised and broken best friend. Even when he was all banged up, he could still make others around him happy.

And last but not least Logan... The short brown haired boy who James had been practically smothering in his sleep.

Future doctor extrodinaire, big time brain, and one of the best trusted friends that you could ever have.

Whenever one of the guys had an issue and needed to talk to someone, Logan is always their first choice. Kendall would go to him after the death of his father, Carlos when his dad joined the police force, and himself when he was teased at a young age because of his "baby fat". Yeah yeah, the "face" used to be "flubber boy".*

For some reason, Logan always knows just what to say. Not to mention, he's probably the best secret keeper alive. Not that they keep any major secrets from eachother, but if one of them were ever to come ove rto his house for a shoulder to cry on, not a word would be said. What happens with Logan, stays with Logan.

James scanned over his genius best friends. All of his features are a gauntly white, a trail of blood slithering down his forehead, down onto his collar, and soaking into his shirt.

Despite the blood, he actually looked kind of peaceful in his sleep.

Actually, he looked like he could sleep even if a parade went by...

"Dammit."

*The guy who plays James was actually pretty chubby when he was younger (saw it on TV) so I decided to put it in the story!

Ah hum hum hum :D.

Cliff hanger much? I love cliff hangers, that is, until I pull myself up and strangle the person in charge of them... SO PLEASE DON'T CHOKE ME.

Know what I noticed? A bunch of people don't know how to spell choke -.-

I've read a bunch of stories with the word in it, and I practically sent my computer out the window cause they spelled it like : chock

Chock= Untensil used to color on sidewalks and other types of pavement.

Choke= When someone or something is being deprived of air and CANNOT breathe.

Sorry to those this thing applies to... it's just a stupid pet peeve of mine.

ANYWAYS. This chapter was kind of a summary as to how all of the guys are doing at this point in the story... The next chapter will end with Jo coming into the story again.

Hope you liked it :)

Whatever the aliens say,

TealMoose