This chapter pulled itself out of my head. I wasn't going to update until later, but I think this story needs more. I still don't know whether I should slash or not...Hmm...If you think I should slash, review with an "S". If you think I shouldn't slash, review with an "N". I will let you decide! Here we go!

The second day of Easter break, the boys stayed over at Logan's house. Well, Kendall, Carlos, and Logan stayed at Logan's house. James had made up some excuse that he had to go take care of his sick aunt or something. Carlos knew that James didn't want to come just because of him. He had screwed things up beyond repair. Knowing that he was the reason that James wasn't there made Carlos a little depressed.

It was two o'clock in the morning, and Kendall was already asleep. Logan, however, was still awake, playing videogames. He leaned towards Carlos. "Who you texting? James?"

"No. Candace. I wish James would talk to me," said Carlos. He scrolled through the last conversation he and James had had over text message. It had been over two months earlier. That was a long time to not text each other.

Logan looked confused. "Yeah, um, what is going on between you and James, anyways? I don't understand why he's suddenly moody."

"It's kind of a long story," said Carlos.

"Make it short."

Carlos sighed and looked at Logan. "Well, way back, a few months ago, James and I saw a movie together, alone. I kind of thought that I...liked James back then, and some slightly awkward things were said. We got awkward around each other all the time after that. Then, when Candace asked me out, I gave him the rudest look in the history of the world, and now he's pissed at me."

"What do you mean by 'liked James'?" Logan asked Carlos.

Carlos sighed again. He closed his eyes and rubbed them. "I mean that I thought I had a crush on James, but that's impossible. James is a guy. I'm not into guys. At least I don't think I am. I really don't need anything else on my plate right now, so I'm not even going to think about that."

"Are you tired?"

"Not really. It wouldn't matter either way," answered Carlos. "I couldn't sleep even if I was tired. My head is completely filled with thoughts. I need some aspirin. Do you have any?"

"Yeah. Hold on." Logan disappeared out of his bedroom for a few minutes. He returned with two aspirin and a small Dixie cup of water. Carlos swallowed the aspirin and then drank all of the water. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." After a long period of silence, Logan asked Carlos, "Are you going to be okay?"

Carlos had been lying down. He sat up. "Yeah. I'm okay now, I just feel really bad about what I did to James. I just want him to be my friend again."

Logan listened and nodded his head. "I really don't know what to say. I could try to get James to talk to you again, but it's not really my place."

"You're saying that I should talk to James myself, aren't you?" asked Carlos.

"Maybe..." said Logan. Carlos rolled his eyes.

The next day, Carlos rang the Diamond Family's doorbell. Neither of the cars were outside, but that hardly meant anything: James's parents constantly worked. James opened the door. His face instantly turned pink. "Um...hey..."

"Hey," said Carlos.

James stepped to the side. "Please. Come in."

Carlos entered James's house and sat down on the big sofa in his living room. "So I'm just gonna come right out and say this, because I feel really bad. I'm sorry for that look I gave you. I have no idea why I did it, exactly. Maybe it was to tell you that...to tell you that I didn't really like you like I thought I did..."

Carlos felt his face start to turn red. He didn't look at James. Instead, he stared at the hard wood flooring. James opened his mouth, closed it again, and then said, "I had no idea you liked me. I knew there was something awkward going on that day at the movies, but I never would have guessed that you liked me."

"I only thought I liked you. I got over that. The only girl...well, person, I like now is Candace," explained Carlos. "Please don't think that I like you."

"I don't. I don't think that," James assured him.

"Okay. Good. Thanks," said Carlos.

James smiled. "You're welcome."

Carlos stood up, ready to leave. James stopped him. "Wait. I need to say something. I kind of maybe did notice that you liked me a little bit. I'm responsible for all the awkwardness. I didn't mean to freak you out or anything."

"You didn't freak me out," said Carlos. "And just so you know, I like you better the way you look now. I think that if you lost weight, you'd be a knockout, and you'd turn into an arrogant jerk. Maybe you should just stay the way you are now."

James nodded. "I'll take that into account. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Bye." Carlos left James's house and walked back home. James closed his front door and smiled. So Carlos used to like him. Maybe he could find a way to bring out those feelings again.

Shorter than most chapters, but at least I gave you two chapters in a row. So, slash (S) or no slash (N)? You decide!