The pool side bon fire was exactly what I needed. I've been running around all over trying to get my big break that I forgot to take a break every now and again. It was sad how acting like a teenager was something I needed to ease back into. But in the music industry game I decided to play, I was almost shoved completely into being an adult. I'm just glad I have the guys…who keep me in my natural teenager state.

I was sitting near the newly lit bonfire, the sun had set and it had gotten very cold. I was done with swimming and had already changed into my extra shirt and sweatpants trying my hardest to get warm. But yet again I found the thought of the song that needed to be written in the back of my mind. I sighed out of frustration and stared into the fire.

"Elizabeth, is everything okay?" Carlos pulled me from my thoughts as he sat down next to me.

I sighed, "Yeah, I just can't get the song off of my mind."

"So you haven't written it yet…and it's on your mind." He looked at me confused by how something that doesn't even exist yet could be stuck on my mind.

I put my hands up to the fire, "Yeah, I know how it sounds." I laughed.

"Scoot over this way a little more, the wind is blowing it over here." Carlos replied nudging his head over slightly.

I did as told and scooted over… For one, he was right. It was much warmer over here and I didn't need to put my hands up to try to catch the warmth. For two, we were literally sitting side by side now. Not a sliver of space between the two of us to spare. I could feel the blood starting to rush to my cheeks as I looked down to the ground trying to hide the small smile on my face.

"And something else that could help with getting you warm…" Carlos started while turning the other direction, "is a nice toasty…corndog." He said while turning back around with a smile.

I looked up to him, hoping to anything and everything that he couldn't see the flushed tone to my cheeks, and smiled as I took a corndog from him.

"How do you do that?" I asked.

"Do what?" He asked as we carefully leaned our corndogs over the fire.

"Pull corndogs out of thin air." I laughed.

He smiled and chuckled a bit, "I brought a cooler of them. We're going to be out here all night. I couldn't just leave them behind." He replied while slapping a hand down on the cooler that was apparently seated on the other side of him. "What's got you worried about the song?" Carlos asked turning his corndog in the fire.

My eyes widened, in the short time it took for him to sit down and offer me a corndog, I had forgotten completely about the song. Did I really just get distracted by a corndog?

"It just worries me that I haven't written anything in a while." I replied pulling my corndog out of the fire and blowing on it before taking a bite.

Corndogs are awesome…

"Well, I'm sure you'll do fine. You're good with words. You're the only person I know who can come up with more pickup lines on the spot than James." Carlos replied taking a bite out of his corndog.

I smiled remembering the competition that James had challenged me to when I had told him I had heard better, "Thanks. I'm guess I'm just nervous." I said taking another bite of my corndog.

"Don't worry Elizabeth," Carlos said with a small smile as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, "we're here when you need us…even when you don't need us, because we're friends like that."

My heart skipped a beat. I sat there with my eyes wide looking to the fire, to Carlos' arm, and back to the fire again. What was I supposed to do?

Stop over thinking this!

I sighed and laid my head down onto his shoulder. This…this felt right. This felt right. I was doing what was needed to be done for the song. Feeling.

I smiled to myself as we finished eating. Carlos removed his arm from around my shoulders because slowly, but surely, everyone who was swimming came over to the fire to get warm. Some people had went inside, mostly the actors, went back inside for the fear of getting sick. The only people that were left were me and the guys.

"Where are we going to sleep? Technically we're not even supposed to be out here…" I asked leaning back in my seat.

"That we actually thought of!" Logan smiled, "There are enough changing tents for us to sleep in. That way we sleep and don't get busted by Bitters or what you like to call 'Double B'ed'" He smiled.

"Yep, pillows and covers are already in the tents for us." James said resting his elbows on the back of his seat.

I opened my mouth to say something, but was cut off by Kendall, "Yes we got you the thickest cover we could find and your OWN PERSONAL pillow from your room."

"When did you do that? I was in my room before I came down here." I laughed.

"I remembered your issue with pillows and ran up and got it while you and Carlos were…sitting…over here." Kendall replied raising an eyebrow when he said 'sitting'.

My eyes went wide as he smiled softly. Again I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks. I looked directly down to the ground, biting my lip; I couldn't look anyone in the eyes right now. I was just thankful that Logan, James, and Carlos had slipped into their own conversations and didn't catch the last few things that Kendall and I were taking about.

Kendall won't say anything if you tell him not to…

You don't even know how you feel about him…

Kendall might have just been joking…

It looks like this is going to be a long night…


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