A/N: Okay was debating all day if I was gonna post this or not. Was hoping for a couple more reviews on chapter one (since "Sing Me Anything" got 20 and this only got 7, but whatever), then last night's livestream of WooHooPittsburgh made me wanna post this. Then I was having a really shit day which is pointless of me to point out but whatever. Anyway, decided to post this because I've come to the conclusion that I'm gonna die on August 29th when I see BTR in person so might as well post this so you guys have something to remember me by.

This starts off slow, but it'll pick up eventually. Just gotta establish a bunch boring stuff so bear with me.

All bands mentioned are properties of themselves. And (I can't believe I'm saying this)...song credit: "Baby" by Justin Bieber...urgh...

Shout out to everyone who reviewed chapter one! Love y'all! XOXOX

Enjoy chapter two!

Getting his mom on board with this plan was easy. Breaking the news to Carlos? Not so much.

The Latino had provided the perfect discussion starter though, when he came over to the Knight house, slamming Kendall's bedroom door open without even bothering to knock. It had scared the shit outta the blond, who'd been laying on his bed with an unplugged electrical guitar on his lap, strumming along to A Day To Remember as "The Plot to Bomb the Panhandle" blasted through his iHome speakers. But the door being thrown open like that, revealing a very pissed off looking Carlos, had caused Kendall to bolt upright, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"Carlos? What the fuck?"

The smaller male didn't say a word, just continued to glare, bottom lip turned down in a pout, eyes practically black in anger. "I know."

Just two words, spoken in a low, dark tone, seeming incredibly ominous. Confusion momentarily washed over Kendall as he tried to figure out what exactly the Latino was referring to, only to come up with one answer.

Carlos knew about the James Diamond tickets.

How? Kendall hadn't a fucking clue, but it was the only thing he could think of, the only thing he had done that would piss Carlos off. The smaller male would wanna know why Kendall did that, why he hadn't bought tickets for his best friend of twelve years, why he was being so "mean". And the blond had his reasons, mainly the cost of the fucking things. And yeah, he could've afforded just three regular tickets, no meet and greet included, but that wouldn't have done anything to help the elder male out. He needed answers, not more confusion and sexual frustration caused by seeing the singer live.

But there was always a chance that Carlos didn't know, that Carlos was still as clueless as he always was, so Kendall played dumb, keeping that confused look on his face as he shook his head. "'Litos, what the fuck are you talking about man? What the hell do you know?"

The glare on Carlos' face went away, the small male's features lighting up as he smiled wide, practically bouncing into the bedroom. "Nothing," he replied as he closed the door, sounding as bubbly as ever. "Just messin' with ya."

Kendall rolled his green eyes, wondering what the hell the point of all that was, as relief flooded him. His best friend wasn't actually pissed. He hadn't found anything out. But he was going to eventually, especially if he called and asked if Kendall wanted to hang the night of the concert, during which the blond would either have to tell the Latino or come up with some really good fucking excuse. Family night didn't work, since he skipped most of that shit anyway, and he rarely ever got ill so he couldn't fake being sick. Maybe if he started thinking now, he'd had a good lie in two weeks, when the show happened.

Yeah, right.

Carlos bounded in, flopping himself down onto his back on Kendall's bed, smirk still on his face, clearly pleased he'd tricked the elder male. Which the blond was gonna hafta change.

"You're right, 'Litos," he started, putting his guitar to the side and leaning it against the nightstand. "You really do know nothing." A smirk of his own was on his face as he turned to his best friend, patting his thigh a couple times.

The earlier pout came back as the song changed to Bleed the Dream's "Confessions", something which Kendall was not about to participate in. Carlos' face scrunched up, not a fan of the kind of music his best friend loved. Which was kind of an obvious thing, considering how the blond was dragged to a James Diamond concert, something which he was still pretending to be pissed off about.

"I can't see how you can listen to this stuff," the Latino commented, disgust in his voice. Carlos never hated things, but he had no problem with "disliking stuff a lot a lot".

Kendall simply rolled his eyes, laying back on his bed once more, arms folded under the back of his head. "Because this kind of music actually has meaning to it, the lyrics actually talk about shit that matters, about shit people are going through and can relate to, lyrics that hit something deep inside of you and make you realize that you aren't the only person in that dark place, going through all that bad shit."

Carlos snorted.

"Until the day someone tells me the words 'oh baby baby baby, oh' have changed their life for the better, I'm sticking with what I said."

"Hey!" the smaller male immediately sat up, turning his torso to point at the taller one. "That's a good song!"

"It's a piece of pop shit, like everything else you listen to. I'm surprised you haven't completely rotted your brain with that crap."

"And I'm surprised you haven't busted an ear drum listening to all that screaming."

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I said I-" Carlos cut himself off, playful glare on his face as he saw Kendall's smirk and realized the blond was fucking with him. Grabbing a pillow, he whacked his best friend's chest with it, causing the elder male to laugh. "Asshole!"

Kendall just kept laughing, curling his legs to his torso and holding his arms up to protect himself as Carlos continued to hit him with the pillow.

"That's. Not. Funny," he stated, accentuating each word with a blow.

"Yeah, it is," the elder teen argued, still smirking proudly. "You're just pissed 'cause it happened to you. Had you done it to me, you'd've thought it was hilarious."

"Well, duh!" Another blow, mussing up Kendall's hair. "But I didn't do it. So, it's not funny." More hits.

The blond kept laughing as he took the whacks, glad the smaller male was holding the open end of the black pillowcase. He didn't need his pillow slipping out with each blow, only to go flying back on an upswing and knocking over a lamp. He'd broken enough shit in this room, his mom clearly not too stoked about any of it.

But the laughter died and the hits stopped when the song changed, an all too familiar piano piece starting before those vocals joined in.

Kendall's green eyes widened, his body tensing in fear as he looked up at his best friend. Carlos' own eyes were wide, his in shock and confusion, mouth hanging open like an idiot. The blond scrambled up and across his bed, grabbing the iPhone from the dock and hitting pause after the first line was sung. But it was too late. He'd been busted.

"Oh. My god," Carlos started slowly, a laugh of disbelief bursting out. "Was that—Dude!"

The elder male couldn't turn around, couldn't face his friend, couldn't let the other teen see how red his face had gotten, how his hands were shaking, how his breathing had gotten shallow, as it always did when he listened to that song.

"You—no fucking way. No fucking way!" Carlos slammed the pillow against the bed on the last word for emphasis. "You seriously—whoa! You actually have a James Diamond song on your iPod?!"

'C'mon, Knight, think up a fuckin' lie, you idiot!' his brain screamed at him, coming up with what he hoped was a good one soon after.

He shrugged as he hit skip, the shuffle function bringing up a Mudvayne track. He put the iPhone back in the dock, turning to his best friend. "I'm taking Katie to his show on the eighteenth and she's making me learn the lyrics so I don't 'embarrass her'," he lied with an eye roll, putting air quotes around the last two words.

Carlos wasn't buying it, his head slightly turned away, corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. "Dude, just admit it. I was right. You became a fan after I took you a couple months ago."

A forced eye roll from Kendall, his pride refusing to let him admit the truth, much less admit that he'd been wrong.

"It's true!" Carlos exclaimed, bouncing in his spot, legs tucked under his body on the bed. "It's totally fuckin' true!"

"Believe whatever you want, 'Litos. Doesn't make it true."

"Uh huh." The Latino was clearly placating him, that small smirk still on his face for a few more seconds, before it was wiped away by another emotion. "Hey, dude, mind grabbing us some drinks? I'm thirsty."

And there it was. Carlos' ADD making itself known, thank fuck. Relief tugged at the corner of Kendall's lips, turning them up slightly, glad as fuck that the conversation was over, that the subject had been dropped and Carlos was still none the wiser about Kendall's little crush. Which was all it was.

Yeah, right.

"Sure, bud," the blond replied, patting the other male's thigh once again before getting up and leaving the room.

The kitchen was empty, unsurprisingly, with his mom at work and Katie vegging out in the living room watching some cop show and yelling at her Castle Smashers game, multitasking at its finest. Kendall grabbed a couple sodas from the fridge, heading to the exit before backtracking and grabbing a couple bags of chips as well.

He went back to his room, eyes on the snacks as he entered. "All right, 'Litos, grabbed up a couple cokes and some chips, too. Figured you'd be hungry." He raised his head, seeing his bed now empty, confusion on his face.

"Dude."

His head snapped to the left at the voice, seeing the younger male sitting at his desk. With Kendall's laptop open. And his music files on display.

Shit.

"Wanna tell me again how you only recently downloaded those songs? 'Cause according to the dates on here, you got 'em two days after the show we went to."

Double shit.

"I can explain."

Carlos turned in the swivel chair, arms folded over his chest, brow drawn. He looked like a villain in a spy flick—or at least he would if he wasn't wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a purple striped hoodie. Not exactly an outfit that strikes fear into anyone.

Kendall put the snacks and drinks on the desk, wiping his hands on his jeans to get rid of the condensation that had transferred from the sodas. He took a deep breath, holding his hands out in front of him. "Okay. Uh." He drew a black.

The Latino raised his eyebrows in expectation, still waiting on a good reply. And waiting. And waiting. And waiting.

The blond dropped his hands. "Yeah, I got nothing."

"Ha!" the younger male practically yelled, pointing a finger at the elder. "So I was right!"

The blond smoothed a hand over the back of his head, feeling the long locks there. "Yeah, I guess."

"I knew it!" Carlos shot up to his feet, that huge happy go lucky smile back on his face. "I knew that if you went to the show, you'd become a fan!" Then his face fell, confusion taking over. "But. You were, like, depressed during half of it, like you weren't having fun."

Kendall shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I wasn't at first. And yeah, towards the end, I was bumming. Nothing major."

The confusion was still there, the smaller male's eyebrows furrowed as his eyes turned to the snacks. Kendall had a feeling he wasn't even seeing them, that his mind was elsewhere. The guy looked like he was trying to actually figure out an algebra equation or which form of "there" to use.

"But what happened to-?" he trailed off, eyebrows slowly raising as realization dawned on his face. Lifting his head, he looked up at the taller male. "Is it because he took you on stage?"

Ohhh, they were soooo not having that conversation.

Kendall grabbed a soda around the top, turning away from his best friend as he walked over to his bed. "Let it go, Carlos."

"It is, isn't it?" the other male's voice was serious as he turned to face the taller male. "You just called me 'Carlos' and not 'Litos'. I gotta be right."

The elder male flopped onto his butt on the bed, propping one leg up on it, letting the other hang off the side, foot flat on the floor. "I'm not talking about it."

"Oh, I am definitely right, then," the younger walked over, sitting on the other side of the bed, legs tucked under him once more. "So, is it true then? All the rumors about you guys being secret lovers?" He wiggled his eyebrows, smirk on his face.

The blond rolled his head to the side to look at his friend, 'c'mon, get fuckin' serious' written all over his face.

The Latino simply held his hands up in innocence. "Okay, okay. I didn't think that'd be true, but it would explain shit."

Kendall turned away, opening his soda. "Shit like what?"

"Like why you've been so down all the time, so moody. Like, worse than usual moody. And now, whenever James comes on TV or the radio or whatever, your insults are, like, half-hearted and lame and you get this sad look in your eyes." Carlos shrugged, bummed out look on his face as he stared down at the black comforter over the bed. He was like a sad puppy who'd been passed over by a family, still stuck in the cage at the adoption center. "I mean, if you two were together in secret, it would just make sense that you'd be acting that way, 'cause you'd be missing him."

The blond swallowed hard, staring down at his own lap, index finger flicking the edge of the tab on his soda can. He wasn't entirely sure what to say there, what to do, how to act. Usually his best friend was off being bouncy and spazzy and barely focused enough to know what someone had just said to him three times in a row. Kendall clearly didn't give the guy enough credit, considering how the younger male had picked up on the differences in the blond's behavior, even when he thought he'd done a damn good job hiding that shit.

"Think anyone else has noticed?" he asked lowly, still not acknowledging exactly what had been said.

"Nah," the Latino answered honestly. "Your mom's too busy working, Katie's always off doing her own thing. Plus, no one else knows you like I do."

Kendall nodded, taking it all in as he brought his soda to his mouth and drank. He mulled it all over, his thoughts and feelings over the past couple months, his best friend's words and observations he'd just spoken, his own reaction to those things being pointed out. Shit. He was in deeper than he thought he was.

Lowering his soda, he spoke, still keeping his voice low. "Is it weird that I do miss him? I mean, nothing happened between us, but like-" He trailed off, trying to figure out exactly how to phrase it, exactly what he was trying to say. Instead, he just breathed out a "fuck".

"I don't think nothing happened," Carlos stated, sliding himself down so his butt was on the bed, turning so he was against the headboard by his friend, legs stretched out in front of himself. "I mean, I saw the way he looked at you, how he got all, like, awed or something. It was like he was the starstruck one, ya know? And then watching the video of you being up on stage, I dunno, it's like there was a connection there and James looked like he was singing just to you, no one else, like you guys were in a bubble. He's never like that with any other fan he brings up there."

Kendall's eyes drifted closed, swallowing hard. It was exactly what he wanted to hear. He wanted to be told that it wasn't just him, that there really was something there, a connection, a spark, something. He wanted to be told he wasn't crazy, that he hadn't imagined it, that it wasn't some weird combination brought on by the song itself and the situation. He wanted to be told he was the only fan with that experience, that he was the favorite, the preferred one, that out of millions around the world, James had only had that with Kendall.

Carlos continued. "And then there's the fact that you're the only guy he's brought on stage. All the rest have been girls, despite rumors of him being gay."

"Yeah, but he's not," Kendall pointed out, eyes opening and staring straight ahead at his Senses Fail poster with the "Still Searching" art work on it.

"You keep saying he is."

"I'm making fun."

"And maybe a little wishful thinking?"

His eyes closed again, trying to control his breathing, hating the fact that his best friend knew him so well. "Carlos, please."

"I'm just sayin'."

"I know." He reopened his eyes once more. "But everything you're 'just saying' is everything I wanna hear and everything I've been thinking for the past two months." He turned his head to the right, seeing that his friend was already turned and looking at him, watching his reactions, analyzing them. "It's hard hearing them from someone else."

A sympathetic smile played on Carlos' lips, dark eyes turned down, that sad puppy look back on his tan face. "You got it bad, huh?"

Yeah, not going there.

"It's just a crush on a celeb," Kendall muttered, turning away and drinking.

"I don't think so. I think you're in denial, like you always are with feelings."

A long silent pause, the blond not wanting to admit the Latino was right, and the Latino knowing that's exactly what was happening.

"Is that why you're taking Katie to the concert?"

The taller male nodded, lowering his soda. "Also why I got us the VIP package."

"You're gonna meet him?! Again?!"

Kendall turned his head to see the mix of emotions on his best friend's face, a mix he couldn't—and didn't wanna—figure out. "Yeah."

"Dude! How could you not invite me?! I practically introduced you guys!"

"Because those tickets are fuckin' expensive, dude! Besides, it's for Katie's birthday. Plus you can buy your own if you wanted. You have a fuckin' job."

"No, I don't. Got fired again."

That stopped the blond short, eyebrow raised. "What'd you do this time?"

Carlos rolled his eyes, although whether it was at Kendall or the story behind his termination, the blond wasn't sure. "Apparently, you can't snack on the fries while you work. Can you believe that?"

The taller male snorted. "I can't believe you didn't learn that after being fired from the corn dog stand in the park this past summer."

"It's not my fault they're so delicious."

Kendall let out a small laugh, amused at his friend. "Look, next time James Diamond comes to town, I'll take you. And maybe Katie also, depends on how much money I have. All right?"

"You won't need money. James'll give 'em to ya for free."

The eyebrow went up again. "What makes you say that?"

"'Cause he'll see you at that meet and greet, remember you immediately and remember that intense connection that you clearly had, then he'll fall madly in love with you and ask you to be his boyfriend right there on the spot. And it's only polite of him to send his boyfriend free tickets when he's in town. And tickets for his boyfriend's best friend of course."

The smile on Carlos' face was so big and bright that Kendall didn't have the heart to call him a moron and ask when he's coming back from that fantasy dream land he's clearly living in. Plus, as much as he hated to admit it, Kendall was kinda hoping for the same thing.

But instead, he just stared straight ahead, letting out a small "whatever you say, 'Litos" as he brought his soda can back up to his mouth. After all, they say if you speak your wish out loud, it wouldn't come true. The blond needed this one to come true.