Okay this story will have romance, I've decided as I was writing this chapter. Also as you will read on Jett and Dak are both Nymphomaniacs now this particular disorder can get out of hand when coupled with OCD or another mental disorder nor does this settle to one sexual orientation as you will read. Anyway Carlos' dream goes back to his obsession: fire, all of his fantasies will relate back to fire and Alana combining the two of them together. So I hope you enjoy this chapter and stay tuned for reviews.
Carlos sighed remembering what his mother said to him when his parents told him that he would be living at the Palm Woods.
"This people are going to make sure that you get better Carlos," she said patting his cheek and giving him a tight hug.
But Carlos didn't want to get better, he wanted (needed) to feel that lovely flames against his tongue, he wanted them to fill his throat and singe his lungs; he wanted those beautiful flames caressing and destroying his body. Carlos just wanted to burn.
Yet here he was wide awake looking at the ceiling of his room in the middle of the night unable to sleep; Logan's usual screams over his nightmares (who shared a room with Kendall at the opposite end of the hall) were still fresh in his mind. Truth be told he was a little terrified of the howls that would come from Logan and Kendall's room during the night and often he wondered went on inside the nerdy boy's paranoid head.
He would hate it if his dreams made him so scared to go to sleep and even be awake for that matter. But his mind went back to Alana, the new girl who looked so perfect and beautiful (like the flames of the sun); hopefully tomorrow he could talk to her.
Maybe he'd show her his drawing; maybe he'd tell her that she was beautiful, and absolutely perfect.
Sudden images of the green eyed girl lighting his body on fire made his eyes flutter and his entire body shake and sweat pricked the surface of his skin. He did his best not to gasp too loud as he got flustered over the miniature fantasies that flashed through his mind, he didn't want to disturb James who was sleeping soundly in his own bed.
"She's so pretty," he mumbled to himself finally feeling sleep pulling at him.
Letting out a muffled yawn Carlos snuggled against his pillows letting his eyes close heavily.
"Carlos… Carlos," a familiar beautiful voice whispered into the Latino's ear. "Wake up."
Opening his brown eyes in confusion he saw Alana looking down at him with a beautiful smile on her face (and Carlos swore for a moment that her skin glowed and flickered like fire).
"Alana… what are you doing here?" he whispered softly extremely elated by her presence yet still baffled.
"Because I wanted to see you," she replied softly straddling him causing a scarlet blush to bloom to his cheeks at noticing her tang top and short-shorts.
"W… Wh… What are you…" his voice broke in a small squeak as she gave him a seductive smile.
"Shh… you know you want this as much as I do," she purred in a whispery way then kissed the pyromaniac passionately.
He groaned feeling his entire body quake with lust and desire as her fingers twisted into his hair and her body pressed to his; he felt as if he had been set on fire. When their lips broke for air, he smiled tasting ash and smoke while tiny flames danced and burned inside her bright eyes.
"But wait… won't James hear us?" he questioned suddenly his eyes wide with worry.
"There's no one here, it's just you and me," she answered giving the boy another mouth watering kiss. "Do you want more?"
He nodded eagerly as he threw his blankets away and wasn't in the least bit peeved that the colors in her eyes changed from blue to gold then back to green.
"You're warm… like fire," he groaned out as she bit into his neck harshly, the hickies left on his skin reminded him of the burns he used to create on his skin with erasers.
"I am fire," she said into his ear softly as her skin, hair and eyes quickly turned to flames.
"So beautiful," he gasped noticing that his skin too was turning into fire.
Their clothes burned away into ash (much to Carlos' own ecstasy) and so did the bed, wall, floor and the ceiling. But it didn't matter, not as much as Alana's burning kisses and scorching touches to his body did.
Together their bodies became engulfed in flames as their passions grew stronger and wider. Just as he was about to kiss her, Alana's mouth opened, but instead of words a loud screech came out.
"Carlos…Carlos get up man! And shut this stupid thing off!" James said shaking the other awake.
Groggily he found the off button on his alarm clock and shut it off. Slowly sitting up the raven haired boy rubbed his eyes pouted, then glared at the taller boy.
"You and that stupid clock ruined my dream," he said with a pout and turned his gaze to his lap. "It was a good dream too."
"Oh… what was it about?" James asked as he combed his hair then combed it back over again.
"It was about… never mind it sounds dumb," Carlos said clenching his sheets into his hands tightly as a light blush bloomed to his tan skin.
"With that blush on your face I'd say it was the exact opposite of dumb," James said with a knowing smirk.
The other simply blushed deeper and got out of his bed glad to notice that there was no evidence of his "excitement" over his dream, sighing he grabbed his towel and a fresh change of clothes.
"I'll be right back… shower and stuff," he said quickly leaving the room and headed down the hall to the showers.
Clutching the things he'd need for his shower he nervously looked around making sure that Jett and Dak weren't close by. Nymphomaniacs like them tend to get excited by the sight of naked skin, and what scared Carlos more was how eager and desperate the two of them were to get into his or anyone else's pants.
"Hey Carlos, looking good today?" Jett's voice called to the short raven haired boy who looked at him with mild disgust.
"Shut up you creep!" Carlos hissed at the blond, the Latino could already tell that the taller male was already in one of his "moods".
"Aww come on, aren't we friends?" the other leered eyeing the shorter boy whilst licking his lips hungrily.
"No we're not, now back off," Carlos replied gruffly as he made his way to the private shower stalls and quickly slipped inside and locked the door.
"Fine, be that way," Jett called out, the Latino could hear the pout in sex-addict's voice.
Carlos waited until he heard two sets of footsteps exit and a door to the showers swing shut.
"Finally," he whispered to himself as he set his clothes onto the far side of the stall and turned the shower on making sure the water was scalding hot.
He stepped under the steaming spray moaning softly at the way the water seemed to boil his skin. Sighing he lathered up, his mind drifting back to Alana and the dream he had from last night. The images danced behind his had lidded eyes and he licked his lips as his throat went dry.
"Hmm…so beautiful," he muttered to himself as he began to wash his hair, his eyelids fluttered slightly when he recognized that familiar flush of lust roll through his body like a wild fire, the feeling that clenched his heart and pressed against his groin.
Rinsing out his hair, Carlos stood in the hot shower gulping as he listened for anyone else around it'd been a while since he'd gotten an urge that actually needed him to handle.
After his shower Carlos made his way down the hall clutching his sketchbook tightly against his chest. With a little bit of sneaking about he'd managed to find Alana's room and to his delight she wasn't that from the room that he shared with James. Now he stood before her door excitement and nervousness coiling in the pit of his stomach, exhaling deeply he gathered his courage and knocked on the brown plywood door.
"Oh… Hi, Carlos right?" her voice spoke coiling around him like the boa constrictor his brother used to have.
"Um hi… I…um, I drew this for you," he stuttered opening up his sketchbook, took the now finished drawing out gently and handed her the drawing.
Nervously he watched her expression as she looked over his artwork; the young pyromaniac noted how her eyes went from green, to blue to gold then back to green, just like in his dream.
"Do you like it?" he asked pressing the drawing pad to his chest, his brown eyes looking at her shyly as a soft blush dusted his olive toned skin.
"I love it, thank you… no one's ever given me something so beautiful," she replied sincerely as she leaned forward and gave the boy a soft kiss to his cheek.
"Oh...yo…you're-welcome, um bye Alana," he stuttered his entire body flushing with heat as he looked down to the floor.
"You can call me Aly, bye Carlos," she said gently and couldn't help but smile as he looked up at her with wide doe brown eyes.
"You're really pretty," he replied before walking quickly down the hall.
"Thank you," she muttered warmth blooming to her cheeks as she closed her door to further exam the drawing.
"James! James! James! She liked it; she liked the drawing I gave her!" Carlos loudly declared at he jumped onto the taller boy's bed.
"Ack! Carlos slow down, who are you talking about?" he asked looking to the pyro curiously as the shorter male bounced across the room to his own bed.
"Alana, the new girl; she liked the picture I drew her, she said it was beautiful and she kissed my cheek," Carlos relayed his blush darkened as he remembered the feel of her warm lips pressing to his cheek.
"Oh my god! Carlos you've got a crush on her!" James gasped sitting next to the smaller boy a wide grin plastered on his face.
"No I don't!" the other loudly denied as the heat to his face only increased.
Alana stared at the portrait of herself with a soft smile on herself; gently she set the drawing on her desk as if it were burst into ashes.
'I think he likes you, should have seen how red his cheeks got when you kissed his cheek,' Elektra said giggling leaning into Alana as she looked at the drawing. 'I bet he dreams about you too.'
"No he doesn't… he doesn't like me like that," Alana denied feeling that familiar pain behind her eyes and winced.
'It's obvious, poor thing was a stuttering mess when you looked at him,' Elektra said turning Alana to face her. 'Trust me on this.'
"Okay," the green eyed girl said with a sigh as she sat down on her bed, the pain behind her eyes fading.
Looking up she sighed noticing that Elektra was no longer around her, setting her eyes back to the drawing she smiled a tiny wave of heat flushing to her cheeks.
"Thanks Carlos," she whispered thinking of the blushing Latino fondly.
Maybe he could be her angel that would save her from the hell that she's been living in.
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