*Logan's POV*

We had spent the past hour having water fights, swimming, talking, and making plans for our trip to New York. We decided to buy the plane tickets online and leave in the morning. I was having a great time except for the one thing. The shorts that Carlos gave me to wear were too big. Every time I got out of the pool, they would start to fall off. I had made it almost the whole hour without that happening until it was time to leave.

"Hey we should get going so we have time to shower and change before we eat."

"Okay." I made my way through the pool to the shallow end. As I started up the stairs to get out, my shorts slipped down before I could catch them. Carlos was about 5 feet behind me and now looking at my ass. I quickly pulled up my short.

"Sorry about that Logan. I should have given you one of my old pairs."

"It's fine..." I could feel my face turning bright red. We silently walked up the stairs and Carlos turned to go to his room.

"Logan."

"Yeah..." I was so scared at what he might say.

"Don't worry about what happened at the pool."

"I'm sorry. I get kind of insecure. I don't even like having my shirt off around most people. I guess I'm just really embarrassed. I hope it didn't freak you out or gross you out...you know, seeing my tiny little excuse of a butt. God! I keep acting so clumsy around you..."

"It's fine. Just relax. It's not your fault the shorts didn't fit." He started to head up the stairs but turned back around. "Oh and don't worry. I'm not freaked out. You happen to have a cute little butt." I was speechless. I hurried to my room and got in the shower. Once I was out, I put on a nice outfit. I nervously walked downstairs. Carlos was already there waiting.

"Hey..." I could barely speak. He looked so amazing.

"Hey. You ready to go?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Since this is to celebrate you moving in, you can pick where we eat. So what do you want?"

Without even thinking I said the first thing that came to my mind. "I really want some Mexican. Mexican food! I mean...um..."

"Haha. Okay, Mexican it is." We made our way to Carlos's car. We drove to a really nice restaurant that serves different kinds of food. He got us a table in the back that was nice and quiet.

"So Logan, what do you want to celebrate with? Wine or Champagne?"

"Champagne sounds good."

"Okay." Soon the waiter came and got our orders. Not long after, our food had arrived.

"This is amazing!"

"Glad you like it."

"Um...so do you think that you'll make up with James?"

"No. Well...I mean I'll probably forgive him but every time we fight...it's like we grow farther apart."

"I guess I don't need to worry about him forgiving me, considering the fact that he hates me."

"He doesn't hate you. He's just pissed about his parents getting a divorce and everything. He has a tendency to get mad and stay mad."

"I still wish we would at least get along."

"Trust me; he's not even worth it."

"What's Kendall like? I wasn't allowed to go the wedding so I've never really met him. I mean, does he just put up with James?"

"Kendall's amazing. I probably like him more than James. He is really laid back and relaxed so James is no problem. Hopefully some of that laid back style will rub off on James."

"Yeah, hopefully. So do you have any siblings?"

"Yeah. I have three brothers. Javi, Antonio, and Andres are the best but I never really get to see them."

"Oh that must suck."

"Yeah. So do you have any other siblings besides James?"

"Yeah. I have a little sister named Presley. She lives with my mom."

"Cool." We went through the rest of dinner talking about random stuff. It felt like a real date. After we finished eating we went back to apartment to watch movies. The first movie was a classic love story. We both ended up crying during it. The next movie was an action movie. Finally it was about 11 at night and we decided on watching one more movie. It was an extremely scaring movie. I tried to act as if it was no big deal but five minutes in I was screaming and closing my eyes. I felt like such a wimp.

*Carlos's POV*

It was so cute how Logan kept freaking out about the movie. During the first 20 minutes of the movie, I paused it and went to get something to drink. When I came back, Logan was still sitting on the floor in front of the couch. He had move a little bit farther away so I took a chance. I sat down right behind him, straddling him. Then I put my arms around him and pressed play. He seemed to be a little nervous at first but when a bloody guy popped up on the screen he turned and buried his face in my chest. We sat like that for the rest of the movie. When it ended, I got up and turned the light on.

"I hope the movie didn't scare you too much."

"No I think I'll be okay. Thanks for tonight. It was amazing."

"No problem. Well I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted."

"Same here. Night." I watched as he walked out of my room and down the stairs. I threw off my clothes, leaving me in my boxers. I laid down on my bed but I couldn't sleep. I tossed for about two hours until I heard a scream. It was Logan. I ran down the stairs and into his room. He was lying in his bed breathing hard and it sounded like he was almost crying.

"Are you okay?!"

"I'm sorry Carlos. I didn't mean to wake you up. I just had a bad dream."

"I can tell. You're shaking."

"I'm sorry. I must look like a total wimp."

"You're not a wimp. That movie is really scary but I've watched it at least four times so I'm not that freaked by it."

"Thanks...you can go back to bed."

"Logan?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to...maybe...sleep in my bed? Just to calm you down."

"I really want to but..."

"But what?"

"I don't want to have to worry about waking you up again."

"Don't worry its fine."

"Okay..."

*Logan's POV*

I got up and then started to freak out because I was only in my boxers. I noticed Carlos was too so I tried to act normal. We walked up stairs and crawled into his bed. Something about being right next to him calmed me down. I quickly fell asleep. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw that Carlos was right next to me. During the night I must have cuddle up with him because we were hugging each other and my face was practically buried in his chest. I laid there for a while just staring at him. He finally started to wake up. He opened his eyes and smiled.

"Morning."

"Hey. I'm guessing you didn't have anymore bad dreams."

"Nope. Thanks for letting me sleep here."

"It's no problem."

"Okay. Well I'm going to go downstairs and get dress and stuff."

"Okay. We still have about 3 hours before our plane leave."

"Okay..." Without even thinking I leaned in and kissed him. His lips were extremely soft. I snapped back to reality and hurried out of the room. I couldn't believe that I had just done that.