Undying Love

Disclaimer: I do not own BTR as a band or as a TV show nor do I own any of them because if I did they would be doing stuff everyone here would enjoy

Content Warning: This story is rated M (fan fiction) TV-MA (if it was on TV) and R (if it was a movie; I think everyone would enjoy a movie with Carlos and Logan getting intimate) for Dialogue, Language, Violence, and Sexual Content.

Before You Read: This story is a sequel to my first BTR fan fiction entitled "Round & Round", so you might want to read that story first. Please enjoy. Reviews are appreciated.

Recap:

"Here are the notes you missed that day at school, buddy," James smiled, handing Logan his designer notebook.

"Thanks, James," Logan sniffled before closing the door on a smirking James' face.

Logan placed the notebook on his table and crawled in the bed to take a nice long cry.

Little did Logan know that the crumpled piece of paper he read was the same as the paper in the notebook James let him borrow…

Chapter 7 – Culprit

Kendall and James had allowed Carlos to bunk in their room for the rest of the night so there wouldn't be any tension between him and Logan. In the morning, Logan let Kendall know that he was off to a seminar and that he'd return by four o'clock the next day.

Carlos entered his and Logan's room once Logan had been gone for a while so he could gather some clothes.

Carlos glanced on his bed for a moment and found a crumpled up piece of paper on the ground next to the mess he usually had on the floor. Being Carlos, he could easily pick out his stuff from others despite how junky the surroundings were. He picked it up and read it.

Dear Journal,

I'm not feeling anything with Logan anymore.

And this bet with James…it just further proves it.

I haven't slept with Logan in days and I actually feel better than I did when I was.

I don't know what happened, but Logan's as boring as a piece of wood nowadays.

I need to win this bet with James, and I don't think I can date Logan anymore, so maybe I'll kill two birds with one stone.

I'll fake break up with him tomorrow in front of James so James can't win the bet, then I'll break up with Logan for real the next day…probably at some fancy hotel.

I don't want to be a douche or anything, but Logan's gotta go.

Carlos' head spun around in circles. He never wrote this, yet it was written in his handwriting. What was going on?

"Carlos, guess what," Kendall walked in the half-messy bedroom. "I found these notes in Rocque Records and it has a bunch of notes on it from school the other day-" He was shut up by the bewildered look on his friend's face. He walked over to him and politely took the note from him.

"Carlos, you…" it was Kendall's turn to be bewildered.

"I swear I didn't write that," Carlos said. Kendall saw the lost and innocent look in Carlos' eyes, and knew immediately that his friend hadn't written the note.

"That's strange…the paper looks like those notes in your hand," Carlos pointed to the papers in Kendall's hand.

"Yeah, they do," Kendall stopped to analyze the situation. "Carlos, didn't James take a handwriting lesson that one time?"

"Yeah, he did, and when he came back-"

"He knew how to imitate anyone and everyone's handwriting…" Kendall finished. "Carlos, unless I'm wrong, I believe James wrote this note. All of this was written on the paper from his notebook."

"So how does that fit into our situation?" asked Carlos, scratching his head. Kendall started to scold Carlos for asking such a stupid question, but there was one last piece to the puzzle, and Carlos realized that. Why did Logan break up with Carlos?

"When did you find this note?" Kendall asked.

"Just before you came in," Carlos replied. "It was crumpled up and on my bed."

"Logan must have read this and thought you were going to break up with him," Kendall explained, finally connecting all the dots. "So he broke up with you first so you wouldn't get the chance to do it to him."

Carlos looked at the note, then to Kendall, and then back to the note. Many emotions were battling in his head, but anger overtook the sorrow and he crumpled up the paper, before walking angrily to the bedroom door.

Kendall knew what his friend was about to do, and tried his best to stop it. He grabbed Carlos, and being stronger than the Latino, was able to hold onto him for a while in an effort to calm him down. Kendall hated when Carlos got in this rage, because Carlos was usually so peaceful and fun-loving, but when you did something to one of his friends, his personality changed for the worst. The fact that Logan was his boyfriend fueled his rage even more.

"Let…me…go…" Carlos had to breathe in-between words to try and get a control on his anger. Kendall didn't let go, but it didn't matter. Carlos shoved Kendall off of him forcefully and made his way into the living room, where James was happily enjoying Jersey Shore.

"JAMES!" Carlos shouted, almost to the living room.

"Carlos, buddy, shush, Jenni just slapped the moisturizer out of Mike's face…" James looked at the television in anxiety.

"¡USTED HIJO DE A PERRA!" Carlos swung his fist at James' perfectly moisturized face, knocking the taller boy to the floor.

"Carlos…what the heck?" James dramatically checked his face.

"THIS NOTE!" shouted Carlos; even James cowered at the angry side of Carlos. "I KNOW YOU WROTE THIS CRAP!" Carlos tossed the crumpled paper at James.

"But it's in your handwriting!" James replied, scanning the note.

"Bull…shit…" Carlos swore.

"No need for such language, Carlos," James said, standing up and wiping his clothes off.

"You listen to me, you bastard," Carlos spat. "I don't have time for your games. I want to know why you did this shit."

"Listen, if it means that much to you, you win the bet," James put his hand on Carlos' shoulder.

Carlos swatted James' hand away and pulled James to him by the collar. "It's more to this than a stupid bet, James. You made my now ex-boyfriend think I wanted to break up with him so you could win a stupid bet. I'll never forgive you, you jackass." Carlos finished that with another punch to James' jaw before walking out of the apartment.

Kendall walked out from the hallway and looked at James, first with a look of sympathy, but then with a look of disappointment and disgust. "You're despicable, James, you really are," said Kendall before running after his rage-filled friend in the Palm Woods.

Kendall found his friend sitting on the far edge of the Palm Woods pool, where rarely anyone went. Taking a seat next to Carlos, who was sitting with his bare feet and legs in the water and head in his hands, Kendall tried to comfort his friend any way he could.

"All because of a stupid bet," Carlos whispered. Kendall caught the sorrow in his voice.

The anger had finally been subdued, but the sadness was just kicking in.

End of chapter seven.

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