God I feel terrible for leaving you guys out there. I've been caught up in drawing and stuff like that. I will TRYYYY to post it more often. I got a new laptop so I might be able to write more. You know I'm not as active as I used to be and I'm sorry for that.

Carlos ran after the waitress to get his desired dessert. "Hey!" he called out. As he wanted, the waitress stopped. "May I pretty please have one of those?" he asked as politely as he could.

She handed him the bowl of cake and winked. "Well aren't you a gentleman," she smiled and took off.

Carlos was so excited. By the looks of the dessert, it was going to taste like heaven. Finally, he grabbed the spoon inside the bowl and took a big bite. His whole face scrunched up like he had just ate a lemon. Sadly, it wasn't what he had suspected. Not heaven cake, instead it was rum soaked cake. Definitly NOT what he had in mind. He frowned and threw the disgusting so called dessert away.

Saddened, he wanted to go back to James and tell him what happened, and how sad he was. Carlos looked around the large plaza for his friend, but he couldn't see him in the large crowd. At the corner of his eye he thought he could see Kendall. Happy, he squeezed through the crowd and tried catching up to him. Frustrated by the people around, he groaned. Luckily, Carlos was able to get out of the pool of people safely. He found a resting area and sat down on one of the couches. He propped his head up with his elbows, hands on his cheeks.

Carlos took a deep sigh and glanced at everything around him, wishing he was with his friends. "This isn't as fun as I thought," he whispered to himself.

"Something wrong, fella?" a woman asked.

Carlos' head shot up, startled. He looked around the large packed room and then back at her. "M-me?" he pointed at his chest.

She was a tall brunette woman, looked like she was in her late twenties. The unnamed woman stared at Carlos. "Yes you, who else is infront of me? What's your name?"

Carlos gulped. Scared how she was acting around him, he came up with a alias. "Tony, what about yours?"

"Lilith, but you can call me Lil," Lilith said, shooting a smile at Carlos. "So what are you doing here, cutie?" suddenly sitting next to Carlos, she started playing with his hair.

A cold shiver went up Carlos' spine. He scooted away from Lilith and cleared his throat. "I, uhh," he tried to speak. "I'm here on a roadtrip with my friends." his voice cracked.

Lilith chuckled. "Aww, is someone nervous?" she pursed her lips together and stared at Carlos' frozen form.

"N-no, it's just, I'm not that comfortable around-"

"Strangers? I see," she nodded. "Well, it's fine because, I'm no stranger...I'm your worst nightmare."

Carlos' eyes shot wide as she stared deep into his fear ridden eyes. His heart beat got faster and faster. "Wh-what do you mean?"

James did his best dance move and sat on the bar stool. "Hey, there," he winked at the bartender. The bartender ignored him. Instead, she started making some kind of drink. She turned to James and put it in front of him. "Thank you, princess." James said, nervous about whether she was playing hard to get.

The bartender turned to James' direction and giggled. Does she like him, or is she playing? "You look familiar," she said with her back turned.

"I d-do?" he cleared his throat. "I mean...familiar how?" James took a look at his mystery drink and sipped from it.

"Leila. That's my name," she turned to James again and leaned on the bar. "And you look like you're from a band."

James coughed and nervouly smiled. If she found out he was from Big Time Rush, she might call security! "Me? Naah...no band. Just a normal guy out for some luck,"

Leila's eyes furrowed. "What kind of luck?" she stretched her arms towards James and fixed his shirt collar.

James, for the first time in months, was feeling uncomfortable. He took a gulp of his drink and blinked a few times. That large gulp wasn't a good idea. The alcohol burned in his throat. As much as he hated it, he was tempted to take another swig of it. The temptation was too much; he took another large sip of it. His vision got clouded. James blinked, afraid of what may happen.

"Something wrong?" she smirked.

"Nothing's...wrong," James' voice sounded slurred and troubled. Oh no...this was bad. His vision became foggier; he began to panic.

"James, I don't think you're going anywhere," she knew his name? Ohhh no...this is really really bad.

James shook his head, black spots covering his vision. He got up from his stool and tried to run away, but instead he fell face first onto the floor. He moaned, pain all over his body. Facing up, he saw Leila grab his arm and put it around her shoulder.

"Sweet dreams, lover boy." the blackness took over. He was unconscious.

Kendall was down at the slot machines observing the other people. They seemed focused; taking out their wallets, putting the money in the slot machine and pulling the lever, making the machine scramble the slots. It was creepy...

Who would waste their money like that? Why not save it for a rainy day? Heck, Kendall didn't know. They were addicted. He put his hands in his pockets and started to walk towards a pool table. Suddenly, a blonde girl stepped in front of him and pushed him away from going to the wanted destination.

Kendall was confused. Who was she?

"Whoa, boy," she said, almost like she was talking to a horse. "You aren't paying much attention to your friends."

Kendall was confused. "What do you mean?" he asked.

She pointed her head to the bar James was at. "Your friend was over there talking to the bartender, right?" Kendall nodded. "Well, he's not there anymore...nor is the bartender. You want to know where he is?"

Kendall was worried about James. He could be in trouble, but, he also could just be somewhere else but the bar. "He's probably just not at the bar," he said.

"This place isn't that big, do you see him anywhere?"

Kendall looked around the room as best he could, but couldn't seem to find James. "No," he replied, but rolled his eyes. "Listen, I'm not following you for anything. I know what you're going to do."

She threw a hard stare at Kendall. "Oh yeah? What am I going to do?"

Kendall cleared his throat and changed his position. "Bad stuff. All I'm saying,"

"What do I have to do to get you to trust me?"

Kendall rolled his eyes once more. "Nothing! I just wanted to have a fun trip with my friends and this is what I get? GEEZ, I feel like this happens all the time!" he let out a frustrated groan and dashed around in search for Logan.

"Wait!" the woman yelled, but Kendall ignored her.

Angered by everyone, Kendall started pushing people out of his way. When he saw Logan, he started waving. "Logan! Hey, Logan!" he called out. Kendall was suddenly shoved to the ground.

In front of him he saw a large man with a long brown beard. "Are you lookin' fer trouble, punk?"

Sheesh, why does everyone have a problem?

Kendall crawled back. "No, no! I uhh ..."

The bearded man walked towards Kendall with a fist up.

Kendall's face scrunched up, his hands covering his face for protection. "I just need a little help. No one has been nice to me, I've been pushed around, lied to, and I just need someone to help me find my friends because they're missing and- PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" Kendall squished all of the words together, voice cracking at the end.

The large man started laughing, finger whipping away a stray tear from his eyes. "Son, you need to stop judging people on their looks,"

Kendall's hands went down, eyes fixated on the man. "You mean ... you aren't going to turn me inside out..?"

The man started laughing again. "No, good lad! I'm going to help you!"

Kendall was helped up by the man and dusted off. The man was staring at him with a large smile plastered on his face. Kendall nervously laughed and cleared his throat. "So ... my friends are-"

"Logan, James, and Carlos, right? Oh, my daughter LOVES you guys!"

Kendall put his finger on his own lips and made a hush noise. "Keep it down, please!" he whispered, "Now can you help me find my friends?"

The man nodded. "Tall boy, brown flowy hair, looks like a girl?"

Kendall smiled. "That's James! Now, where is he?" Kendall didn't know why he trusted this man all of a sudden. He just looked ... nice.

"I saw him in the back. He said he wanted to 'get jiggy with it'?"

"W-what? Oh geez ... can you show me where it is?"

The man stared at Kendall with the awful smile again. This time it looked creepy ... "Sure, friend," he said. "Follow me." he beckoned Kendall.

Sorry this was a short chapter! AAA I hope I can be more active. So should Kendall trust this mysterious man? Was the girl he first saw lying, or was she the good person? What do you think is going to happen? Please tell me what you think! x)