"James, you have to slow down!" Logan pleaded, "Seriously, stop the car or we're all going to get hurt!"

"Maybe you should listen to him." Carlos added, "I'm getting kind of worried."

"James, please." Kendall spoke up, "You really should slow down."

"I have to stop him." James cried, "I have to stop him from doing it again."

The car made a sharp turn into Wayfair Lane, with speed never decreasing. Kendall looked over at the Speedometer, James was hovering between 80 and 90 miles per hour. The Lane wasn't that long, and Kendall began to worry as James increased pressure on the gas pedal. Logan was in the back seat, shaking frantically as Carlos prayed that God would stop James. Everyone in the car, except James, knew this was going to end badly.

"James, look out!" Logan shouted but it was too late.

The tires screeched, glass could be heard popping and shattering, the sound of metal crunching echoed throughout the entire neighborhood. In the car, two boys had been knocked unconscious, one boy wasn't breathing, and the other had been thrown from the car. In the street lay two bodies, one had been hit by the car and the other had been thrown from it. Just as Logan had predicted, someone had gotten hurt.

12 Hours Earlier

James Diamond woke to the sound of his Grandmother Rose knocking at his bedroom door. Though it was a school day, and the sun was shining brightly through his window, it was still half an hour earlier than he usually woke up. James groaned, pulled the covers back, and tredged across the floor of his large bedroom suite. He opened the door to find his elderly grandmother standing there with a wide smile on her face.

"What?" James demanded, "I'm trying to sleep."

"Don't be grouchy!" She laughed, "I have a surprise for you."

James rolled his eyes, but followed Rose as she turned and began walking down the hallway toward the grand staircase. As he walked, James got the feeling that something huge was coming and so he observed his surroundings as if for the last time. He noticed the antique wooden panels on the wall, covered by family portraits and pieces of fine art. On the wall, between every other panel, was a wrought iron torch lamp which provided a little bit of light in case the chandelier was turned off. Standford Manor was truly a beautiful home. James walked slowly down the staircase with that thought, surprised by the fact that he had come to love the home so much. Finally, James and Rose were at the bottom and standing in the middle of the foyer.

"Where's my surprise?" James demanded, trying to not sound like a spoiled brat.

"Right here." a familiar voice called.

James' eyes grew very wide and he froze in his spot. He couldn't believe the voice that he had just heard. It had been so long he almost forget that he had missed this person so much. All that time away had renewed his loving feelings for-

"Mom?" James felt tears rush into his eyes as his mother rounded the corner from the Parlor and rushed to her baby boy.

"My baby!" she cried embracing him tightly, "I've missed you so much!"

"I've missed you too, Mommy." James found that he was sobbing onto his mothers shoulder, "I've missed you so much. Please don't leave me again!"

His tall, muscular frame was shaking as his tears soaked his mother's shirt. His broken, defeated sobs echoed off the walls as Brooke Diamond held and comforted her son. James felt himself letting go of all the emotions he had been storing for a whole year as his mother tightened her grasp on her son. All the pain, the terror, the emotional trauma was being let go as the mother and son reunited.

"I-I-I'm sorry." James sobbed, "I'm sorry about your shirt, Mom. I just needed you so much."

"I'm here now, baby!" Brooke cooed soothingly as though her teenaged son were a baby in her arms, "I'm here, now."

"I was so awful to you." James cried, "I'm sorry for that too."

"I understand." Brooke stroked her sons cheek, "You were in a lot of pain, and I wasn't there enough. Well, I've decided to change that."

"What do you mean?" James inquired as he wiped his wet, puffy red eyes on his sleeve, "Are you going to take me back to Chicago?"

"Actually," Brooke corrected, with a dazzling smile, "I've decided to move here. I just bought a home downtown and we're going to live there. I'll have your things moved while you're at school today."

"You're moving to Shakopee?" Rose asked, "That's such wonderful news, my darling."

"James loves it here." Brooke smiled, "Now, go get ready for school and I will see you later. I am going to go to our new home. Maybe I have another surprise for you, Mr. I will be 16 soon."

"Yeah." James was still stunned from his mother's news as he turned around and walked back up the stairs.

When he was safely out of earshot, Brooke turned on her mother with the fire of demons in her piercing hazel eyes. Rose was quite startled by the pure rage in her daughters eyes as Brooke stormed toward her mother and held a finger to her face.

"Don't you dare think I've forgotten." Brooke's eyes flashed furiously as she seethed at her mother, "The only reason I am staying here is so that James doesn't have to go back to that city."

"He won't be facing what happened," Rose began, "just as you won't face what happened and let it go."

"Just shut up." Brooke sneered, "I will never forgive you for what you caused to happen. I sent James to you only as a last resort. Now I've got my own house, and money, and I can go back to pretending you're dead. As far as I am concerned you're a bitter old hag who destroys lives. You can go to hell."

Brooke didn't give Rose time to respond as she stomped out of the house. Rose placed a hand on her chest, and breathed deeply. Her reunion with Brooke was not as bad as she had anticipated. Truthfully, Rose had expected her daughter to behave much more angrily after what Rose had done. She shook her head as she remembered the damage of her actions, and how it ripped Brooke's new family apart.

"Oh, James." Rose sighed, "If you only knew the truth."

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"Dear God," Carlos bowed his head, "Please bless this day, and all the people in your kingdom. Please watch over me as I make my way to school, and throughout the day so that you may be with me in all I do. Please, please God. Please, take away these lustful thoughts in my heart. Make me in your image again. Amen."

Carlos rose from the floor, and wiped the tears from his face. He didn't realize he had burst into tears as he prayed to his Lord and savior. Over the past few days, the words that James said had really echoed in his mind as Carlos began to wonder if maybe he actually did reciprocate Logan's feelings for him.

"No, I don't fucking have those feelings!" Carlos cried, "This isn't happening to me!"

He pushed the thoughts from his mind, and straightened the cross that hung around his neck. With a goofy smile, Carlos told himself that the day was going to be a good one. He ended his morning routine with the praying, and made his way down the stairs. After he said goodbye to his mother, claiming that he didn't want to eat at the moment. He exited the house and started to walk down the sidewalk.

"Carlos, wait." a voice behind him called. Carlos recognized the voice as Logan's and so he paused.

"What do you want?" Carlos harshly said without even turning around.

"Whoa." Logan recoiled, but caught up with him, "I just wanted to walk to school with you."

"What? Can't you go with Peter?" Carlos rolled his eyes.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Logan looked offended.

"Can't your boyfriend walk you to school?" Carlos said, "Well, that's too bad of a boyfriend."

"Are you serious?" Logan's face fell and tensed up, "He is not my boyfriend. He is just my friend."

"Whatever." Carlos cut him off and continued walking.

"What is your problem?" Logan called after him, "You're acting like a jealous child."

"Jealous? Who's jealous? I'm not jealous." Carlos rambled, "Why would I be jealous of you and your boyfriend?"

"He isn't my boyfriend." Logan rolled his eyes, "He is just my friend. I don't even like him that way, not that I would have to explain it to you. You don't own me."

"I never asked an explanation." Carlos said, "I don't even want it."

"Then why are you acting like this?" Logan countered.

"Acting like what?" Carlos stopped and turned around to stare at Logan. He was glaring at him, "I'm not acting like anything, why would I even be interested in you or your boyfriend? I don't care of faggots."

Carlos stopped for a second realizing his words. Logan looked like someone had hit him for a moment before his lips turned into a sneer. He said nothing as he passed Carlos and began walking to school by himself.

"Logan wait!" It was Carlos' time to call for him

"You said what you needed to say." Logan replied calmly, and continued walking.

"No Logan, I'm sorry." Carlos stopped in front of him. "I didn't mean it."

"Yeah." Logan faked a smile, "And I'm a turtle."

"C'mon Logan!" Carlos pleaded, "Okay, I'm sorry. That was mean but I didn't mean to call you that way."

"I'm fed up of your attitude all the time, Carlos!" Logan shouted, "I try and I try to be nice, and happy, and forget everything that happened but you seem really intent on acting like a jerk."

"If I'm such a jerk then why do you always forgive what I do?" Carlos inquired.

"Because, even after everything, I love you." Logan tried to hide his smile, "You're still my best friend, and I love you, even if you are a dumbass."

"I'm sorry." Carlos' face fell, "I've been a horrible friend."

"Nah." Logan lied, "You're my buddy, and I love you. Let's try to forget all this."

"But..." Carlos paused for a moment to think, "Never mind."

"What were going to say?" Logan inquired.

"I don't want more discussions." Carlos said, "Let's just forget it."

"That's not a way to resolve issues." Logan stated, matter of factly.

"I know but... It's nothing." Carlos lied.

Logan stepped just inches away from Carlos and whispered, "Tell me."

"When you say you love me..." Carlos paused to remember their scene at the hospital, "What do you mean?"

"I mean you've been the best friend I have ever had and I love you more than anything." Logan smiled, "Do I have feelings for you? I admit that I do, but when I say I love you it's different."

"Oh." Carlos said, "I guess, I guess it's cool."

"That wasn't convincing." Logan try to hide the pain in his voice.

"I'm sorry Logan." Carlos lowered his head, "I just... I just can't."

He turned around and began walking down the street again, leaving Logan frozen in his spot.

THIS LINEBREAK HAS NO PERSONALITY

Kendall Knight stood at his locker, primed for a good day. He was wearing his favorite beanie, a red plaid shirt, and dark blue skinny jeans. His favorite outfit usually put him in a good mood which lead to a good day. But what happened next, Kendall never anticipated.

"Hey there, Kendall!" James exclaimed, "How's it going?"

"James?" Kendall said, narrowing his eyes.

"No, the tooth fairy." James laughed, "What's up?"

"You tell me." Kendall said.

"I just came to talk to you." James raised an eyebrow, "What's the problem?"

"Seriously?" Kendall narrowed his eyes again, "Forget it. It's nothing."

"I'm not sure why you're acting this way." James huffed, "I only wanted to invite you to my party tonight. It's just Me, Carlos, and Logan but hopefully you will come."

"Party? For what?" Kendall asked.

"My mother moved to Shakopee and bought a new house." James revealed, "I'm going to be moving there with her and she said I could have a few friends over."

"Oh. That sounds good." Kendall shrugged, "Okay, I will go."

"Well..." James said awkwardly, "I hope you do"

"Cool." Kendall said and they both stayed silent for a minute.

"Well then." James elevated his chin a bit.

"Well then." Kendall said and turned around to open his locker ignoring James completely.

"I see your locker is more interesting than me." James faked a laugh.

"Well, I gotta get ready for the day." Kendall said nonchalantly, not even staring at James.

"Fine then." James rolled his eyes, and turned on his heel.

He walked away without anything else to say to Kendall.

A LINEBREAK WITH FLEAS!

For new students, high schools could be sort of confusing when it came to find something, specially classes, or just their lockers, but for an intelligent guy, it could be easy to follow some instructions. Peter walked through the high school hallways, comparing them to a jungle or maze. Endless seas of students created an endless amount of confusion until finally he saw a familiar face. Walking down the hall not to far ahead of him was Logan.

"Logan!" Peter called, rushing through the herd of people to reach the shorter boy. Logan turned around when he heard his name and smiled when he saw peter.

"Peter!" Logan smiled back, happy to see his friend after the terrible morning that he had.

"Hey there!" Peter laughed, "I'm glad I finally see a familiar face."

"Yeah." Logan agreed, "It's good to see a friendly face. How's it going?"

"Good." Peter said, "I'm a little confused finding everything but I guess it's cool."

"I'm glad." Logan smiled, but his eyes were sad.

"What's wrong?" Peter raised an eyebrow with a goofy smile.

"What do you mean?" Logan tried to make himself look happy, but failed.

"Something's bothering you." Peter chuckled, "What's up?"

"Well," Logan sighed, "Carlos and I had a talk this morning but then he got all weird and ran away. It was really horrible. I was just standing there, looking like an idiot."

"That sucks." Peter sighed, "I don't know too much about Carlos but he's an idiot for treating you like that."

"I guess I deserve it for creeping him out." Logan frowned.

"You did nothing." Peter said, "He's overreacting over something stupid."

"If you found out your best friend was gay and in love with you what would you do?" Logan asked with an eyebrow raised.

"You know that wouldn't be a problem for me." Peter laughed, "But even if I were straight, I wouldn't care. A friend is a friend, specially if you are so close as you with Carlos, for what you've told me."

"We used to be close but I guess we aren't anymore." Logan sighed, "He was acting so weird, I don't think he will ever talk to me."

"If he's really your friend, he will apologize. In the meantime, you can count on me." Pete smiled.

"Thank's." Logan smiled, placing a hand on Peter's shoulder.

"Logan?" Someone called, walking toward the two boys. "Who's this?"

"James!" Logan exclaimed, suddenly feeling nervous, "This is Peter. Peter, this is James."

"So you're Peter, huh?" James raised an eyebrow, examining Peter.

"Hi." Peter smiled shyly, observing the tall, tanned muscular god in front of him.

"So, this is your boyfriend who Carlos is so jealous about?" James said.

"He isn't my boyfriend!" Logan exclaimed quickly.

"Yeah, I'm single." Peter smirked at James.

"Whatever." James droned, "And I don't think you two should be here together rubbing your relationship in Carlos' face."

"Oh God!" Logan cried, "We are not boyfriends! I swear! And besides, I doubt Carlos would be jealous. He just hates me."

"I'm not sure about that." James said.

"You didn't see him this morning." Logan's lower lip quivered, "He hates me."

"It's the total opposite." James said, "But I guess you're not seeing that."

"What are you talking about?" Logan asked irritably.

"He will tell you when he feels like it." James said, "Just calm down."

"You calm down you annoying pretty boy!" Logan snapped, "Carlos is going to tell me that he hates me! I have to go!"

Logan stormed off without another word leaving Peter and James standing there with their mouths agape.

"Well..." Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confused but shook his head and shrugged it off. "So, you single?"

James gave Peter a suspicious look, and rolled his eyes.

"Because I am." Peter smiled shyly, "And I don't know, maybe-"

"I'm not interested in you." James raised an eyebrow. "Sorry."

"Oh." Peter frowned, and turned to walk away.

SWEET HOLY HALLELUJAH! A LINEBREAK!

"Mr. Mitchell!" The principal called, walking through a pair of big doors inside the auditorium, and directing to the stage, "Come here for a second please."

"Hello, Headmaster." Logan smiled, "What can I do for you?"

"We've been delaying the musical a lot." The principal said, "Now that you're back I would like you to at least show me some progress."

"Well, I do have a song." Logan blushed.

"Good." the Principal smiled, "I would love to hear it."

They walked over to the Piano that was sitting in front of the stage, and the Principal hushed the talking students so that he could hear the song. Carlos watched carefully as Logan placed his fingers on the keys, and began playing a beautiful melody and, when Logan opened his mouth to sing, Carlos found he was captivated.

Logan took a deep breath and began singing,

All these tables are overturned
It's the same old fight again because we never learn

I pull to hard so you pull away

I just wanted to get back to yesterday

So, here we are, like we're on a stage

We act out these scenes and we pretend we're okay

You don't belong with me and I know

I don't want to hold you too tight

but I don't want to let you go.

And these roles are ours, the stories the same

I smile to hide my brokenness and pain

But let's set these tables back, and make everything right

Open up to me again and I'll wipe my eyes

Another day will come, and we'll be okay

I don't want to lose you

That's all I can say

You hate this side of me

I hate this side of you

Let's put these scripts down

and try to get through

And with that, Logan pressed the final keys on the piano before everything went silent for a second. Then, some faint clapping was heard.

"Great job." The principal said, "I liked it. And we have to get moving with the rest."

"Thank you." Logan gave a light bow.

The Principal turned around, and as he began walking away, the silhouette of someone started to appear walking slowly towards Logan. He realized it was his short latino friend and was instantly nervous as he approached with a lost look, as if not conscious of his movement.

"Carlos?" Logan gave him a confused look.

"W-What?" Carlos shook his head, "Oh, hey."

"Can I help you?" Logan asked.

"Uh, well..." Carlos shyly lowered his head, "Great so-"

"Hey Logan!" Someone interrupted Carlos, walking over to them. "Great song, bud!"

"Thanks, Pete." Logan faintly smiled.

"Pete?" Carlos attention was suddenly drawn, "As in Peter?"

"Yeah, that's me." Peter answered, "Why? Who are you, by the way."

"Not important." Carlos narrowed his eyes.

"Carlos, be polite." Logan said.

"Wait, Carlos?" Peter eyed Logan, and then turned his gaze to the annoyed latino. "Oh..."

"Yes, I'm Carlos." Carlos faked a smile, that came off as very rude, "You must be Logan's boyfriend."

"No, no no." Peter quickly said, "We are just friends. For real."

"Right." Carlos rolled his eyes, "Well it isn't like I even care at all. You two can go fuck each other for all I care. Have a great life."

"Hey!" Logan interjected, in an exclaim. "That's not nice Carlos! Apologize."

Carlos turned to Logan, and narrowed his dark eyes before speaking in a low dangerous tone, "Fuck you."

Said that, and leaving both Logan and peter in shock, Carlos turned around and began walking away in an alarming pace.

"Okay, that was rude." Peter said, turning to see Logan, "You okay?"

"I guess." Logan sighed, his eyes watering a little. "He has never been like that before."

"Well, I don't know him." Peter said, "But I'm not liking him very much."

"He is usually really swe-" Logan was cut off by the sound of James' voice.

"Logan!" James called, "Come here, I need to talk to you!"

"Now what?" Logan groaned.

"Be nice." Peter slapped Logan's chest with a scowl in his face and then turned it into a smile upon James.

Logan left Peter, and walked over to James, expecting a lecture on hurting Carlos with Peter.

"That was a great song." James smiled, "Anyways, my mom bought a new house and said I can have friends over tonight. Want to come?"

"Sure." Logan shrugged, "I need to distract myself. Who's coming?"

"I just want it to be me, and a couple friends." James replied, "It's nothing major."

"Alright." Logan nodded, "I will be there."

"Great." James smiled, "I'll see you tonight."

IT'S MY IDEA OR THERE ARE A LOT OF LINEBREAKS HERE?

"You ready?" James asked, staring at Carlos who was just exiting his house.

"Yeah." Carlos said, holding a backpack with some clothes, "I can change at your house, right?"

"No problem." James smiled, "Let's go."

"So, you know that Peter guy?" Carlos asked, as they started walking.

"Oh, yeah." James shrugged, "I didn't pay too much attention to him. But I think he was hitting on me."

"He would!" Carlos growled, "Dating Logan AND hitting on you! How gross!"

"I'm not sure he's dating Logan after all." James said.

"What!" Carlos choked on his own breath, "Are you sure?"

"Well, well." James chuckled, "Little Carlitos is jealous."

"I am not." Carlos lied, "I just...oh screw it. I am jealous! I don't know why but the thought of Peter and Logan makes me so mad I want to scream!"

"Are you sure it has nothing to be with you liking Logan?" James raised an eyebrow.

"Liking Logan?" Carlos looked confused, "I...I don't know."

"I will take that as a yes." James laughed, "So why is it so difficult to accept?"

"I have always been taught that it isn't okay." Carlos frowned, "When you suggested that I like Logan, it made me push him away but the truth is...I think I am in love with him."

"Bingo!" James exclaimed, "Finally some progress. Though I knew it since the day I met you two."

"What am I going to do?" Carlos sighed, "This could be really bad."

"Whatever for?" James inquired, "Seriously dude, I still don't get what's the problem."

"It just isn't okay!" Carlos exclaimed, "I can't love him."

"Why it isn't okay?" James said, "You love him, it's not your fault. You can't control who you fall in love with. Either if it's a girl or a boy."

"What should I do?" Carlos asked him.

"This might sound cheesy but," James began. "Just listen to your heart."

"My heart is telling me to run to him and throw my arms around him." Carlos smiled, "My heart is telling me that I can't be without him for another day."

"Then, today you're gonna tell him that." James smiled, "And oh boy, I just wanna see Logan's face when he squeals at you."

"You think he is going to squeal." Carlos deadpanned, "Oh gosh, do you think we could have the chat in private?"

"I will take care of Kendall while you two talk." James chuckled, "I think a private chat would be interesting for me too."

"I don't even want to know." Carlos smirked, "But whatever happens, I think we will all be very happy by the end of the night."

"Very happy indeed." James laughed finishing the conversation as they arrived at James' big new house.

Carlos was in awe when he saw the building that James was now living in. It was five stories tall, white limestone, and very elegant. Even James, who had come from the Standford Manor, was amazed by the elegance of the new place. They walked to the black, wrought iron door and opened in. The entrance was even more grand and elegant than the outside. The floors were black marble, and the brown paneled walls were trimmed in gold.

"This is your house?" Carlos was amazed.

"My mom has amazing taste." James smiled as he lead Carlos up the staircase to his bedroom.

The bedroom that Brooke had given James was enormous, and really more than even five people would need. It took up an entire floor, and James had his own bathroom. When Carlos and James reached James' bedroom, Carlos would utterly speechless. It was nearly the size of his house. All of James' favorite things had already been set up by the movers; a large tv, game systems, and a dvd player with an endless supply of movies.

"Wow. I think I reached heaven prematurely." Carlos was astounded, "Who else is coming besides Kendall and Logan?"

"It's just us." James smiled, "I didn't want too many people."

"Well, here there's surely enough space for us." Carlos laughed, "It's so huge!"

"Thanks!" James grinned, "My bed was custom made. It's bigger than a King sized bed and can fit 10 people!"

"So we are all going to sleep there?" Carlo asked, "Because I don't wanna be near you and Kendall during the night. Who knows what would you two do."

"Yeah." James agreed, "He probably won't be able to walk for awhile."

"James!" Carlos eyes grew wide.

"Calm down! I'm just kidding." James bursted in laughter, "Anyways, my bedroom has two areas with beds. You and Logan can have the other one. In fact, maybe we should make it all romantic for you two."

"Romantic?" Carlos blushed, "I don't know."

"Come on!" James pleaded, "It's such a sweet story. Logan was so distraught by your rejection that he doesn't want to live, but the whole time you did love him and now you're finally together! You need flowers, and candles, and music! Oh, I love it!"

"This sounds like a cheesy love movie for chicks." Carlos laughed, slapping his forehead.

"Stop being difficult." James scolded, "It's romantic, and sweet and it makes me smile!"

"Fine!" Carlos cried, "But, I still don't know what will I say to Logan. I was so harsh to him."

"Tell him that you were scared," James began, his eyes misting, "Tell him that you have loved him all along and you are sorry and that nothing would make you happier than the two of you finally being together."

"Wow, that's great." Carlos smiled, "Alright. Thanks."

"But you have to pull him aside randomly!" James suggested, "Make it a huge surprise!"

"I don't even know if he wants to get close to me." Carlos rubbed the back of his neck.

"Trust me," James smiled, "He wants nothing more."

"I hope so." Carlos smiled sincerely.

"We need to get ready for the others." James pointed out, "Come check out this shower, it's ridiculous."

Together they walked into James' bathroom, and once again Carlos was speechless. Fifteen people could have easily fit in the glass enclosure of James' shower, and the walls were lined with body sprays. Carlos found it to be the epitome of luxury. It was very James Diamond.

"That is insane." Carlos gaped.

"I know." James replied, "Want to use it?"

"You could shower an elephant here!" Carlos laughed, "Remind me where does your mom work?"

"She has her own business." James said back, "It's like...a huge cosmetics company. Come on! Let's try it out!"

"You mean now?" Carlos said, "Okay, sure. Who goes first? I guess you should since it's your room."

James grinned, and peeled off his shirt, "That wasn't what I meant."

"Then what was it." Carlos was trying to ignore James' insinuation.

"Take a shower with me." James said plainly.

"What?" Carlos choked, "Seriously?"

"Yup!" James smiled, removing his pants and standing in just his boxers, "It will be fun!"

"Wait, James!" Carlos covered his eyes. "I don't know. I've never seen another guy naked, let alone showering with one."

"Stop being a little wimp." James rolled his eyes playfully, "I'm not trying to get you in bed."

"That would earn you a good punch." Carlos chuckled, "But I'm still not sure, and I'm shy."

"That's evident." James grinned, "Whatever, I don't care enough to argue it."

"Oh yeah?" Carlos raised an eyebrow playfully. "And what will you do then?"

"Go on with my life?" James shrugged his shoulders.

"You're kind of bitchy sometimes." Carlos laughed, "Fine, sexy boy. But don't touch me, or stare at me too much. The least thing we would want is you getting a boner."

"Well maybe I changed my mind." James gave Carlos a dramatic look.

"Why?" Carlos said, "Worried that I'm too hot for you to resist?"

James gave him a strange look, and then moved so that he was only inches away from Carlos, "You are too hot for me? Think again."

"Whatever. Give me some space." Carlos chuckled.

"What's wrong?" James asked in a low voice, "Am I too hot for you?"

"Shut up." Carlos said, "I only think Logan is hot, and yeah, I said it."

"Of course." James smirked, "Well, at least you can finally admit it. Now, go entertain yourself with my wealth while I take a shower."

"Sure." Carlos laughed, "I've been targeting those video games since we arrived."

"Of course you have." James grinned, "Now, go! I'm about to remove my boxers."

"That's enough for kicking me out of the house." Carlos joked, "But I will just move across the room."

James responded by removing his boxers and giving Carlos a pointed look.

"And that's something I shouldn't see." Carlos looked away before anything could get in sight.

"You're the one who is still here." James said as he stepped into his massive shower and turned the water on.

"Alright, have fun in the shower." Carlos began walking to the other side of the room. "But not that much fun!"

"No promises." James said in a singing voice.

"And that's why we shouldn't shower together" Carlos slapped his head.

James showered quickly, and then joined Carlos in his bedroom where they played video games until James got a text from Logan, telling him that he was on his way to James' house.

"Logan is coming?" Carlos said, "I haven't showered yet!"

"Who's fault is that." James grinned, "Just go, and hurry. I'm sure you have plenty of time."

Carlos ran inside the massive bathroom and quickly took off his clothes. He stepped inside the shower and turned on the many body sprays and overhead shower. The water started pouring, soaking his tanned body entirely. He took a look at all the shower stuff in there and was shocked to see so many. He decided to just use shower gel and shampoo since he had to hurry or Logan would catch him wet and half naked.

"Okay, I'm done." Carlos said, walking wet with just a towel covering tightly his lower body. "I hope I didn't take too lo-"

Carlos froze when someone he didn't expect was in front of him, instead of James.

"Hello, Carlos." Logan narrowed his eyes, and gave him a dark smile.

"H-hey." Carlos blushed deeply, feeling shy.

Logan, still angry from their previous encounter, said nothing and walked over to one of the couches in James' room and sat with his arms folded. Carlos sighed, and decided that it was better for him to dress up quickly before talking to Logan so he took his clothes and ran to the bathroom again.

"Isn't Carlos out yet?" James asked, walking into the room with a bag of chips.

"Not quite." Logan said coldly, but smirked as he spoke.

"And later he tells me to behave in the shower." James laughed, jumping to the couch and stretching his legs.

"Hello?" a voice from out of the room called, "Is anyone here?"

"That must be Kendall." Logan coldly said, his voice sounding furious but calm.

"Over here!" James shouted hoping Kendall would find the room. "I won't get out of the couch."

Kendall's footsteps could be heard in the silence for a few minutes, since James' bedroom was up three flights of steps. Just as Kendall was entering the room, his jaw dropping to the floor, Carlos was exiting the bathroom, now fully dressed.

"Hey!" Carlos waved at him, "I know, I was just like that."

"This place is insane." Kendall gaped, "This whole area is your bedroom? This is like...five bedrooms."

"You two!" James called, "Come here!"

"Sure." the two said simultaneously, walking toward James.

"What's up?" Kendall said simply.

"We're going to have an awesome night." James winked, "That's what's up."

"Yeah." Kendall smiled sadly, "It's going to be awesome.

"Just a freaking blast." Logan sneered and everyone gave him a weird look.

"You okay, dude?" James asked, shoving some chips in his mouth.

"Of course." Logan forced a dramatic smile, and then looked at Carlos, "Why wouldn't I be?"

Carlos knew what he meant and lowered his gaze, feeling something hurt in his chest.

"Alright!" James said suddenly, "That is enough!"

"Logan." Carlos whispered, "I want to talk to you alone."

"Uh, Kendall, come with me." James rose from the couch and dragged Kendall away leaving Carlos and Logan private space to talk.

"Well?" Logan folded his arms.

"I know you're really mad at me." Carlos frowned, "I was horrible this afternoon."

"You don't say." Logan droned, "But as you said, fuck you."

"You should have known I didn't mean it." Carlos felt tears coming to his eyes, "I would never say something like that to you, and mean it. You're my best friend."

"Then why did you treat me like that?" Logan inquired, "Why did you act as if you hated me or not cared about me?"

"This may not make sense," Carlos began, "but it's because I care about you that I acted that way. It's because...never mind. It doesn't matter."

"Well, it matters for me." Logan said, "Because for a long time you've ignored me and treated me like shit. I even almost died for your fault and even then, you seemed to not care and hate me more!"

Carlos started breathing very heavily, as though Logan's words had actual weight and were settling upon him, "Logie."

"How can you call me like that." Logan narrowed his eyes.

"I have been unforgiveably horrible to you." Carlos forced his tears back, "I have ignored you, pushed you to the edge of suicide, and still acted coldly. I had wanted to say so many things to you tonight, but now I see that it wouldn't matter anyways."

"The sad part is that I haven't heard you say sorry not even once." Logan's face turned sad.

"Sorry seems like such a small word compared to how I feel." Carlos sighed, "I feel..whats the word...remorse. I feel remorse for how I have acted."

"Why did you act that way then?" Logan asked pleadingly.

"I was afraid." Carlos admitted, "I was afraid of the truth about myself, and what it meant for my life."

"You could've just talked to me." Logan sighed.

"I didn't trust myself." Carlos could feel the tears threatening to leak from his eyes as his guilt increased.

"What do you mean?" Logan asked, confused.

"I mean," Carlos took a deep breath, "I don't know if I could have controlled myself, but now i realize that I don't want to."

"Well, can you just explain me everything now?" Logan locked eyes with him.

"Logan." Carlos could no longer hold back, and he began crying, "Logan Mitchell, I love you. I have loved you all along. I only acted coldly to hide it, but I don't want to and I can't anymore. You have my heart, and you always will."

"Was it so hard?" Logan smiled, opening his arms and rushing to embrace Carlos.

"I love you so much." Carlos relaxed in Logan's arms, "I should have just been open a long time ago."

"That bastard!" Both Logan and Carlos were startled by James' sudden outburst.

"James?" Logan called.

"James, please!" Kendall chased after James, sobbing, as James ran from his second bedroom and into the main bedroom.

"I'll fucking kill him!" James screamed as he ran from his room.

"We have to go after them!" Carlos' eyes were wild and terrified. They did as they said, and sprinted behind Kendall and James out of the room and followed them downstairs as James rushed furiously to the front door and the rest chased him. Kendall kept calling for him desperately crying but James just ignored him and kept cursing some unknown person as they finally exited the house. James ran to the side of the house, with the rest of the boys chasing after him.

"James, no!" Logan cried as he saw James getting into a black car, "You don't have your license!"

"James, you have to calm down!" Kendall sobbed, "It's okay, please!"

"What's going on?" Carlos demanded.

James was seething as he turned the car on. With no other options, Kendall got into the passenger side, and Carlos and Logan climbed into the back. James sped off without any words, just a furious look on his face.

"James!" Logan shouted, "Slow down!"

"What are you doing?" Carlos said, "What's going on?"

"Please don't do it." Kendall begged, sobbing hard. "You will just make it worse!"

"I will kill him." James growled.

"James, you have to slow down!" Logan pleaded, "Seriously, stop the car or we're all going to get hurt!"

"Maybe you should listen to him." Carlos added, "I'm getting kind of worried."

"James, please." Kendall spoke up, "You really should slow down."

"I have to stop him." James cried, "I have to stop him from doing it again."

The car made a sharp turn into Wayfair Lane, with speed never decreasing. Kendall looked over at the Speedometer, James was hovering between 80 and 90 miles per hour. The Lane wasn't that long, and Kendall began to worry as James increased pressure on the gas pedal. Logan was in the back seat, shaking frantically as Carlos prayed that God would stop James. Everyone in the car, except James, knew this was going to end badly.

"James, look out!" Logan shouted but it was too late.

The tires screeched, glass could be heard popping and shattering, the sound of metal crunching echoed throughout the entire neighborhood. In the car, two boys had been knocked unconscious, one boy wasn't breathing, and the other had been thrown from the car. In the street lay two bodies, one had been hit by the car and the other had been thrown from it. Just as Logan had predicted, someone had gotten hurt.

-END OF STORY-

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