Undying Love

Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry for not updating in so long! But I'm on summer vacation, so you can find confidence in my stories being updated more regularly. Thanks for everyone still supporting my stories despite my HORRIBLE update schedule!

Recap:

"I think I know what the problem is here," Dr. Payne said, tapping the pencil on her clipboard. The session had lasted about an hour so far. "Mr. Garcia, are you ashamed of your relationship with Mr. Mitchell?"

Logan turned and stared directly at Carlos, but Carlos didn't look up from his lap.

"No, I'm not ashamed," Carlos replied, a hint of anger in his voice.

"Then, Mr. Garcia, why haven't you come out to your parents yet?"

The room fell completely silent.

And Carlos certainly wasn't going to break that silence, because he simply got up, turned away, and left the room.

Chapter 13 – Guilt Ridden

"Dr. Payne…how did you…?"

"Mr. Mitchell, I've been in the business for a while now. Many cases like this have come in, and I never judge any of the people I help because of it. Mr. Garcia just needs to come out of his shell and be proud of who he is and who he has."

Logan stayed silent, twiddling with his thumbs.

Dr. Payne glanced at Logan, and then took her glasses off and put down her pen and clipboard. "The person who can help him the most right now is you, Mr. Mitchell," she smiled. She motioned him in the direction of the door politely.

"Thank you, Dr. Payne," Logan nodded and exited into the hallway.

"Carlos!" Logan shouted. He couldn't find him anywhere. He noticed a young, polite looking lady about to enter an office a little walk ahead. He stopped her.

"Excuse me, have you seen a tanned Latino boy around?" he asked her.

She perked up. "Yes, actually, he went into the restroom down the hall just now."

"Thanks," Logan thanked before racing down the hallway to said restroom. He stepped in and looked around the decent-sized multi-stall restroom.

"Carlos?"

He heard sobs, loud ones.

"Carlos!"

More sobs, along with a painful-sounding 'Logan?'

He opened the stall he heard the sobbing and his name coming from and stepped in, happy to find Carlos, but upset to see the state he was in. Carlos was a mess: his hair was all frantic, his face was stained with tears.

"Carlos…" Logan brushed through his hair comfortably. "What's wrong? Why are you crying like this…?"

Carlos wiped some of his face. "I-I'm n-not ashamed of you, L-Logan, of us…I…"

"I know you're not," Logan said calmly.

"It's just…my parents…they…they…"

"They wouldn't accept us if they knew?" Logan guessed.

"No…ever since I was little, I could tell they were trying to keep me from turning gay. Whenever I made friends with someone that was gay, they'd make me end the friendship."

Logan was shocked, but still said nothing. He didn't know Carlos' parents were like that.

"Listen, Carlos. They can't tell you who and how to love. But you still need to tell them. It's better for them to know rather than be in the dark for the rest of their lives."

"You're right," Carlos replied. "Will you…be there with me…you know, when I tell them?"

"As if I'd be anywhere else," Logan kissed Carlos on the lips softly and hugged him tightly.

~THAT AFTERNOON~

The apartment was dead silent except for the loud snores of Kendall on the bright orange couch. He and Logan were both knocked out sleep on opposite ends of the couch, awaiting the return of Carlos with some entertainment.

BAM! The front door swung open, snapping Kendall and Logan out of their snoozes.

"Guess who just bought Bionic Battle Blaster 5?" exclaimed Carlos, tossing the video game case to Kendall to look at.

"You didn't…" Logan whispered in shock. "But…how?"

"Someone left the last available copy hidden in the ladies department," Carlos smirked. "I guess so no one would find it. But I did!"

Logan sprung up and kissed his boyfriend hard on the lips. "Finally, this boring day can liven up a little!"

"Pop the CD in, Kendall!" Carlos instructed Kendall, who quickly followed directions and put the CD in their Xbox 360.

Suddenly, however, Kendall's phone blasted ringing 'Boyfriend'.

"Um…Kendall…that's not our version of 'Boyfriend'," Carlos snickered.

Logan snickered as well, and Kendall blushed deeply. "Shut up, it's a good song!"

"Kendall is a BELIEBER! B-E-L-I-E-B-E-R!" Carlos mocked, crutching his stomach in pain from laughter.

Kendall flipped both of them off and ran back into the hallway, trying to calm himself of his embarrassment.

"Hey, Camille, what's up?" he said as soon as he pressed 'answer'.

"Oh my…Kendall…" Camille sounded flustered and nervous, which immediately worried Kendall.

"Camille-,"

"Kendall…James…he won't pick up his phone, and I know he hasn't gone out today. I don't know what to think right now, but-," Camille blurted.

"You don't think?" Kendall's voice started to thin a bit from nervousness.

"He always answers my calls, even in the shower, so I'm really worried!"

Kendall pulled back his forehead hair and took a deep breath. "Where are you?"

"I'm at a high-profile audition on the other side of town," Camille explained. "James dropped me off. Before he left, he said, 'I just want you to know I love you, and nothing will ever change that'. I knew he genuinely meant it, but he has this half-nonchalant look on his face that gave me some concern. I didn't have time to question because he was gone in no time."

"Shit!" Kendall cursed, though quickly apologizing. "Knowing James and his drama queen behavior, I can't help but share your concern."

There was silence for about five seconds, but Kendall continued with, "I'll go check up on him. I'll call you if anything goes haywire."

"Thanks, Kendall, please do whatever you can," Camille said, and Kendall could hear a sniffle.

"Mhm," replied Kendall, who ended the call and slipped it in his pocket. He nearly sprinted to the front door, completely forgetting about his game with Carlos and Logan.

"Kendall, where are you going, man?" Logan called out while Kendall was in the hallway.

"I need to use the…um…bathroom!" Kendall shouted back. "Be right back!"

"Bathroom? What the…?" Carlos said.

I hope he's alright. I hope he's alright. Why does he have to be such a drama queen? I hope he's alright. I hope nothing happened. Maybe he's just sleep? Yeah, he loves beauty sleep. That's definitely what it is. But what if he isn't? What if he's…?

Kendall's mind was going through apocalypse the entire way to James' apartment. He knocked about several hundred times on the front door, but he heard no answer. "Shit!" Kendall cursed. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" He checked to see if the door was unlocked, which it was; he was slightly glad because he knew he would've kicked in the door if it was locked.

"JAMES! JAMES DIAMOND!" he shouted into the quiet apartment. "Where could he be?" Kendall thought. He made a mad dash for the back rooms and scanned over each, finding the bathroom door shut. "He's probably in there!"

Sure enough, the bathroom was locked. "He better not be just taking a shit!" Kendall growled as he kicked the bathroom door open, the door slamming right backwards into the wall.

"James?" Kendall dropped on his knees and shook James' fallen, motionless body. "James! Talk to me, man, talk to me!"

No reply.

"Fuck," Kendall cursed. "He's not breathing!" Kendall whipped out his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.

"Hello?" he answered when the dial tone went through. "Yes, I'm here in my friend's apartment at the Palm Woods Hotel, he's on the floor unconscious, can you come as soon as possible? Thanks."

He kissed the top of James' head, "You had better not be dead," he whispered.

That's when he looked a few inches away from James' body and saw several empty pill bottles scattered across the floor.

"James, no…"

Logan's eyes nearly popped out of their places. "James overdosed? Are you serious? Yeah, we'll be right over!"

"Carlos, come on, we need to get to the hospital!" he shouted to Carlos from the bedroom. "James overdosed on some pills!"

"Fuck that, I'm not going," Carlos spat.

Logan dropped his phone right out of his hand. He was silent for a moment, but then he recovered and stepped out into the living room with his keys and phone.

"What do you mean 'you're not going'?" Logan exclaimed. "James-,"

"-means nothing to me," Carlos replied, pure hate in his voice. He looked Logan dead in the eye as he reclined in the orange couch, not moving a muscle. "I couldn't care less what happens to him."

Logan was shocked beyond belief. "Well I'm going. You know why? Because regardless of recent events, James is and has been one of our best friends since we were little. And I actually care whether or not he lives or dies. Honestly, Carlos, I don't know what made you such a giant dick, but you need to realize it before it's too late." Logan put emphasis on 'before it's too late' and walked out the door, not even bothering to look back at Carlos. His only priority was getting to the hospital to make sure James was okay.

To be continued!

Preview for next chapter:

"Kendall," Logan said to his friend. "Did James ever tell you why he did what he did?"

"Yeah," Kendall replied. "Because you and Carlitos were…a bit noisy…?"

"He told me that too, but now, I'm starting to think that was a bunch of bull. If and when he wakes up, I'm getting his real motive from him."