A/N: Hey guys! So it looks like you liked that last chapter:) Well... sort of lol. Anyways, it's time for the next one!
Now, we're gonna start this off with a little time travel, okay? So it starts when Logan stormed off.
*~*~Wheeeee~*~*
Logan stormed towards his room quickly, leaving the other three boys dumbfounded in the living room. Except for James. James knew everything. James had created this twisted little triangle in the first place.
Then again, maybe James wasn't the only one who knew what was going on. It was fully possible that Kendall knew about the lie and just went along with it because, well, James was hot. His eyes stung, tears threatening as he sat down on his bed, letting his friends' betrayal sink in. How could he have been so stupid? James gave him a half-assed and highly unlikely reason for their breakup and there he was, making himself believe it when he should've seen all along that there was something going on between them.
Worst of all, he couldn't believe that he had admitted everything to Kendall, only to have him turn around and hook up with James, like Logan had never been there. He thought back to that day when he sat and cried to Kendall, told him all about what had happened with James, and how supportive he'd been. How could Kendall have turned right around, after seeing that, and leaped straight into James's arms? He wondered how long they'd been together for. Was it just that one thing, or a complete relationship? The thing that Logan thought about the most, however, was whether they ever thought of him. He hoped that when Kendall was kissing James, he knew that Logan's lips were there first. And he hoped that when James pulled on Kendall's hair, he remembered lacing his fingers through Logan's.
A small knock on the door snapped Logan out of his imagination. Quickly, he jumped up and locked the door, figuring it was James come crawling back. He didn't want to hear it from him, or from Kendall. His best friends had betrayed him, and now he just wanted to be left alone.
"Logan? Will you let me in?"
Logan gulped, realizing the voice was not one of his betrayers, but Carlos. Carlos, the only one who wasn't involved in their fucked up triangle, and probably the most confused out of all of them. He was probably feeling hurt and left out, but really, Logan just needed to be alone.
"Carlos, I'd really just rather be alone right now," Logan called back. He wiped his red-rimmed eyes, knowing there was no way he could let Carlos see him like this.
"Please, Logan," Carlos begged, "I want to talk to you. And I have nowhere else to go."
Logan just nodded, even though he knew Carlos couldn't see him, and went to the door. He started to slowly ease it open, but Carlos pushed it the rest of the way abruptly, rushing to Logan. Always the physical, touchy one, he wrapped his arms around the other boy, who only sniffled and returned the hug. Logan was already starting to feel better from Carlos's extra energy and comforting grip, letting himself give relax a little as Carlos rubbed his back slowly. He took a deep breath when Carlos finally pulled away and eased the door shut.
"Ok, now will you tell me what's going on?" Carlos asked gently, "The whole story."
Logan bit his lip and sat down on his bed, patting the spot beside him to tell Carlos to sit with him. As soon as he sat down, tears welled up in Logan's eyes and streamed down his face.
"Shh, Logie. It's okay," Carlos whispered. He slipped an arm around Logan's shoulders, and Logan leaned his head onto Carlos's. Then, Logan took a deep breath and began to tell Carlos what had happened.
He told Carlos everything, not a single detail spared. He admitted to manipulating James a little, telling Carlos how stupid he was to think it would last if it was Kendall that James was thinking about all along. He recounted giving James a blow job, even though James had always seemed a little checked out when they were together. Logan told the story of how James had broken up with him, telling him that he was straight, and how Logan believed him regardless of his doubts and his gut feeling. He remembered yesterday when James came to him, covered in hickeys, looking like he was going to say something important. Instead, he just told Logan how he'd gotten lucky with a "hot blonde." Telling Carlos these stories, he realized more than he had before, recognizing all the undeniable signs that should have made him suspicious of James and Kendall's relationship.
Carlos just sat there, wide eyed, nodding and whispering things like "it's okay," or "it's not your fault," when neccesary. Logan realized how comfortable he felt around Carlos. When he told Carlos these things, he didn't feel the need to worry about who Carlos would tell or what he would think. He knew Carlos could be trusted, knew he would always stand by him. He wasn't one for mind games, blackmail, or betrayal. Carlos was just a solid, good friend, which was just what Logan needed.
When Logan finally finished his story, Carlos silently pulled him into his arms, hugging him tightly. Logan returned the hug and breathed slowly, no longer crying. He had no idea how long he held on for, but it didn't matter. All he wanted was to just stay there, safe in Carlos's tight embrace. He felt at home there, which was probably why when Carlos finally pulled back a little and pressed his lips to Logan's, Logan felt only happy and relaxed.
Kissing Carlos was a thousand times better than kissing James. There was no looking over his shoulder, wondering if the person he was with really wanted to be with him or just wanted to be with someone. He felt totally at ease, knowing Carlos was only thinking about him, fixating on him and no one else. Logan could feel how much Carlos cared in his kiss, his chin cupped in Carlos's hand gently as their lips worked together. He smiled a little, letting Carlos take his toungue and lick at it gently. Maybe some people liked to feel on the edge or threatened, but not Logan. Logan was loving the sense of security; the feeling of safety that he had there was calming and very welcome.
"Wow," Logan breathed the second they pulled apart.
"L-L-Logan," Carlos stammered, a blush rising to his cheeks, "look, I'm sorry, I get it if you're not ready to move on yet, if you'll just give me-"
Carlos's nervous explanation was cut off when Logan crashed his lips back into the latino's, pressing his pale hand to the side of Carlos's face. This kiss was more nervous and rushed, Carlos's surprise evident. Still, they each figured out where they stood quickly, any initial awkwardness or discomfort falling away quickly.
Logan could kiss Carlos for days and never feel uncomfortable.
"Carlos, listen," Logan said when they pulled apart again, licking his lips, "I don't want James anymore. I thought I wanted James, but I don't. He was never really with me, the whole relationship thing was a complete bust. I couldn't trust James the way I can with you, and I'm really not big on risks. But with you, it just feels so right, and I know you're not gonna hurt me or run off. My only regret is that I wish I had seen it sooner."
"I'll never hurt you," Carlos replied, a grin spreading across his face. He gave Logan a hug and pulled him up to his feet. "Now, let's get out there."
"Whoah, whoah, where do you think you're going? Where do you think we're going?" Logan asked, nervous as always.
"Logan," Carlos said flatly, frowning a little, "you've gotta face the other guys sometime. Might as well get it over with now."
"Okay," Logan slumped and dragged his feet as he walked with Carlos, standing up straighter when Carlos put and arm around his back and they walked out of the room.
"Oh my God!" Carlos yelled, rushing over to where he saw James lying on the floor. They had walked out to find James unconcious and alone, lying in front of the bathroom. He had a huge black eye and the bathroom door was lying open, light on, some steam still covering the mirrors.
"Kendall must've punched him," Carlos said. He sat down on the floor next to James, looking him over as if he was expecting to see a gunshot wound or a knife sticking out out of him.
"Serves him right," Logan muttered, crossing his arms.
"Logan!" Carlos scolded, "Our friend is knocked out on the floor. How do we wake him up?"
"He's not my friend," Logan replied with a shrug.
"Logan," Carlos said in a deep voice, his face serious, "really? Just help me wake him up. Then you can leave."
Logan gulped and uncrossed his arms, squatting down on the floor next to Carlos and James. He never saw Carlos get that serious, so he figured he'd better do as Carlos said.
"Alright, let's wake him up," Logan grumbled. Carlos shot him a sympathetic look before picking James's head up, pulling his shoulders into his lap a little bit.
"What?" Carlos asked when Logan frowned dissaprovigly at him, "He's unconcious, okay?"
Logan nodded, knowing Carlos was right and he had nothing to worry about.
"Go get some water," Carlos nodded towards the sink. Logan stood up and got a glass full of water.
Carlos tried shaking James's still body awake one more time, then shrugged, realizing it was no use. He put James back onto the floor and hopped up to stand with Logan.
"Do it," Carlos commanded.
Logan grinned widely and turned to look at Carlos, who nodded in approval. Logan then tossed the freezing liquid onto James, getting most of it on his face (and hair).
"What the fuck?"
James woke up with a start, squirming a little. He sat up abruptly and wiped his face, blinking water out of his eyes and running a hand over his soaking hair.
"That felt pretty good," Logan mused, shrugging and raising his eyebrows.
"I would've gone for his crotch, personally," Carlos admitted.
"That's even better," Logan agreed, "wish I'd thought of it." He handed the cup to Carlos and pecked him on the lips. "Bye Carlos, bye douchebag." Logan turned on his heel and walked away before James could get a word in.
"Are you two..." James motioned between where Logan had dissapeared and Carlos.
"Yep," Carlos replied with a grin, "and he's much happier with me than he ever was with you."
James winced and nodded, looking at the ground. He was still sitting on the floor, using his hands to prop himself up.
"Kendall punched me," James finally said. It seemed like he was looking for some confirmation, as if he was unsure for some reason.
"No shit."
"He hates me."
"I wouldn't say he hates you," Carlos replied, "But what do I know? I haven't been in on any of this."
"Sorry," James winced again, "Well, Logan certainly hates me."
Carlos looked up, sticking his lower lip out and shrugging as if to ponder this, "It's possible. I can't deny that."
"Do you hate me?" James asked, looking up so his eyes met Carlos's.
"No," Carlos admitted, "But I am mad, dissapointed, and a little hurt." He put his hand out, offering it to the soaking and beat-up boy on the floor. "Now get up. You've got some damage control to do."
James smiled and took his hand, letting Carlos pull him up.
"Thanks, Carlos," James said, "You're pretty cool."
"I wish I could say the same for you, Mr. Player."
~*~*Op this almost took a turn for the Jarlos for a second there*~*~
"Bye Mr. Garcia!" Kendall called cheerily, waving as Carlos's dad dissapeared out of the front door.
"Kendall!" James said, sneaking up on the dirty blonde boy with ease.
Kendall spun on his heel so he faced James, but didn't acknowledge him. Instead he just frowned and shouldered past the other boy without a word.
"For God's sakes," James muttered, "when is this gonna end?"
"This" had been going on for a few days at that point, and it was driving James insane. Kendall would make nice when Mr. Garcia was in the room, offering James small talk, jokes, and smiles, but the second Carlos's dad was gone, so were Kendall's niceties. In a second he switched to giving James the cold shoulder, icing him and pushing past him like there wasn't anyone there. James had come to relish those few words, nods, or high-fives he got when Mr. Garcia was around; they were like teasers. He could get a little taste of their friendship and now disintegrated closeness, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone again.
"Logan!" James exclaimed when the smaller, dark-haired boy walked into the room.
Logan kept walking and went to the refrigerator, acting as if no one was there. He got himself a drink and went back to his room, leaving James alone.
Unfortunately for James, Logan was giving him the same treatment.
James sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands, his hair running between his fingers. He gritted his teeth, thinking hard about how he could possibly make this end when the other guys wouldn't acknowledge that he was in the same room as them, or even that he had ever existed. He hadn't once heard them mention his name; when Kendall and Logan would talk now it was always about very minor, safe subjects. They never said anything important.
Of course, James did sort of understand why Kendall and Logan were giving him the cold shoulder. He'd totally screwed Logan over, and lied to both of them about it. There was no getting around that, and he knew he hurt them. He couldn't really blame them for hating him. After all, the boys had always warned Katie about guys like James, including the culprit himself.
"You okay?"
James looked up through blurry eyes, wiping them instantly. He hadn't even noticed he was crying until that instant, when he finally felt the hot tears running down his cheeks and wondered how long he'd been doing it.
"Yeah Carlos, I'm fantastic," James said sarcastically, looking away. He felt the tears welling in his eyes again; the last thing he needed was for Carlos to see him cry.
"Look, buddy," Carlos sat down on the couch next to them, "You obviously know they're pissed at you."
James turned his head and glared at Carlos, his eyes wide and annoyed.
"I've noticed," he said.
"But," Carlos continued, "they will get over it, eventually. It just might take some time."
"But I can't take much longer of this," James mumbled. He put his head back into his hands, swallowing slowly.
"I know dude, I know. I'll talk to them, try to win them over," he patted James on the back, "you just try to take a nap or something. You obviously haven't slept much."
James nodded without another word, lying down on the couch and closing his eyes. It was near impossible for him to fall asleep there, seeing as it was the couch where Logan had walked in on him and Kendall just a few days earlier. Eventually, though, his tiredness won over.
*~*~Now we move on~*~*
"Kendall," Carlos said, knocking lightly on the door to his room, "Can I come in?"
"Yeah," Kendall replied, not moving from where he was. He was lying on his back, his bed and the fluffy comforter rising up around him. Kendall didn't even open his eyes when Carlos came it, but he felt the foot of the bed sink down a little when the small latino sat there.
"Speak," Kendall commanded, opening one eye to see Carlos fidgeting nervously on the end of the bed. He was rubbing his hands on his thighs, taking a deep breath and adjusting his helmet.
"I think you should forgive James," Carlos blurted out after a long moment of silence. He froze after he said it, afraid of what Kendall's reaction would be.
Taking a deep breath, Kendall gripped the blankets a little bit. He reminded himself that it never went well when he got mad at Carlos, and he needed to keep his cool.
"Why," Kendall said after a pause. He didn't really say it as a question, but Carlos knew he should answer anyways.
"Well," Carlos began, "frankly, you're killing him. He's really sorry, and this is driving him crazy."
"Good," Kendall said, "I hope it's killing him. What he did to Logan was just plain wrong, and lying about it proves that I have no reason to trust him or forgive him. Hurting me is one thing, hurting one of my best friends is another."
"But you hurt Logan too!" Carlos cried out, "Do you think James is really the only one at fault here?"
"Carlos!" Kendall hissed. He sat up, his green eyes burning with anger, "I know that, okay? I realize that I fucked up, and I'm sorry. But it was James that cheated on Logan, James that lied about how far they went-"
"You lied about how far they went too!" Carlos shot back, tears beggining to form in his chocolatey eyes, "To me, remember?"
"It's different," Kendall growled, "We weren't hooking up. The point is, yes, I screwed up too, but James went too far. End of discussion."
"But Kendall," Carlos said, "You were forgiven for all that, don't you think James deserves a second-"
"I gave him a second chance!" Kendall exclaimed, "I gave him so many goddamn chances, and he fucked it all up for himself anyways. End. Of. Discussion."
"Listen," Carlos begged.
"No," Kendall said through gritted teeth. He got off his bed and walked over the door, opening it, "I said end of discussion, now get out of my room!"
"Fine," Carlos replied, "I'm so sorry, God forbid I would try to make you see the light and make you forgive someone who actually made you happy." He turned and stalked out of Kendall's room.
"James never me happy!" Kendall yelled after him, "It was all a lie, remember?"
~*~*Real quick...*~*~
James was awoken from his brief nap with a start by the sound of yelling. He heard Kendall's voice and instantly listened up.
"James never made me happy!" he heard Kendall scream, "It was all a lie, remember?"
He heard a door slam and footsteps come stomping into the room, so he squeezed his eyes back shut, pretending he had slept through it.
He really, really wished he actually had.
*~*~Lol I am such a troll~*~*
A/N: Well here it is! The second to last chapter! Who hates me? YOU HATE ME! Yaaay!
Ok guys, so I was thinking about posting the playlist (well, it's not an official playlist, but the music) that I've been listening to while writing this in the last author's note next chapter, but I'll only do it if you wanna see it. So tell me if you actually care or not (and be honest, I really don't care if you don't wanna know, I won't get all offended) in a review! Muchas gracias!