Hey so this is my second prompt! YAYAYAY! If you weren't notified or if you haven't read my first prompt, go back to chapter one, as I re-did the chapter, so it included my first prompt!

This prompt is taken off the first prompt, a lead off, so I suggest reading the first chapter first, although if you don't want to, you don't have to.

'For Who You Are' was written for for vikwhis13!

Rating: K+

Warnings: Nightmares, Racism, Swearing

Prompt: Carlos has past nightmares about a previous bully/ies back in Minnesota.

'"Yeah that's right, we're talking to you wet-back!"'

'"Your kind is filthy! Repulsive! Our people never should have let you and your family into our country, it's just a disgrace!"'

"N-no!" A small voice whimpered in the darkness of his shared bedroom, "P-please?"

'"When did you hop the border anyway? Mummy not have enough money to keep ya, so she gave you away? Or maybe she just didn't want ya? I know us white's don't." Matt laughed, fist pumping his friends.

"N-n-no! I was born here! My mum loves me!" Carlos fought to keep tears at bay.'

The tiny figure tossed and turned in his disturbed sleep, whimpers escaping his trembling lips. His short limbs becoming trapped within the blue sheets, causing him to struggle more to free himself.

'After receiving no answer, Matt picked Carlos up but his shirt collar, his limp body, nearly dead weight. "You just can't learn can you?" He sent his fist into the tan face, "Don't you understand me?" Smack! "Don't you understand English?" Smack! "Bloody spic!" Smack! "Go home!" Smack!'

"Stop!" The voice yelled out, loud enough to startle his older room-mate from his sleep.

"Carlos?" A tired voice moaned, slowly throwing the sheets from his lean body.


"It's alright buddy." The blonde yawned, thinking his smallest friend was awake, not trapped in his own memories. "You alright?"

After receiving no answer, the blonde signed, swinging his long legs over the edge of his bed, flicking his blonde hair out of his bright green eyes. It was only then he realised that his friend was struggling, squirming as if the sheets were pinning him down, hurting him and scaring him.

"Carlos buddy? You awake?" His asked cautiously, worry evident on his face as his scrunched up his bushy eyebrows. He received a frightened whimper in response.

"Oh Carlos." Kendall whispered, standing to go over and sit on his friends' bed. "You need to wake up buddy."

Carlos' squirming increased, incoherent squeals and yelps becoming louder and more frantic.

"Woah!" Kendall shrieked, nearly receiving a black eye from Carlos' flailing hands.

"Carlos! Wake up!" Kendall grabbed his friends' hands, holding them down on his friends' chest, trying to save Carlos from hurting him or himself.

Tears fell from scrunched up eyes, breaths quickened as the thrashing went hectic, the distressed boy, screaming at the top of his lungs for his tormenter to stop.'

"CARLOS! WAKE THE HELL UP!" Kendall screamed in Carlos' ears, slapping his friend harshly across one tan cheek.

Carlos gasped, eyes shooting open as he sat up, eyes searching the room.

"Shh Carlos, I'm here." His older friend soothed lightly, waiting for Carlos to adjust.

"Huh? Kendall?... O-o-oh God!" Tears poured down tan cheek, the sobs wracking his small torso.

"Shh... It's alright, you're ok. I've got you, I've got you." Kendall whispered pulling Carlos to his strong chest, holding the weeping boys close as his hands combed through the short hair, waiting from the youngest boy to calm down. "I'm here, it's alright. You're safe. I've got you."

Carlos buried his head into Kendall's muscular chest, seeking the warmth and protection his older friend always provided. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, hey! There's nothing to be apologizing for buddy! You can't help if you have a nightmare. Everyone has them." Kendall's hand rubbed up and down the shaking back, soothing the young boy.

Kendall waited till Carlos calmed down. "Can you... ahh... do you want to talk about it?" Kendall asked nervously, not knowing what to do.

Carlos shook his head which was still buried in his stronger friend's chest.

"Can you please tell me what it was about, Carlos?" Kendall needed to know what has caused his friend so much fear. "Please?"

"Uh... there was this really mean lady... and she... ate all the corndogs... and..." Carlos rushed his words, muffled by Kendall's chest.

Kendall signed and pushed Carlos back by the shoulder, keeping a grip on them, "Carlos, I know when you're lying, everyone knows you can't lie. Please Carlos, trust me. You can tell me anything and I'll be here for you."

"R-really? A-are you sure?" Carlos stuttered, looking down.

"I'm really sure."

"A-and you promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

"You can't break promises!" Carlos exclaimed, obviously trying to stall.

"Carlos!" Kendall lightly grabbed Carlos' chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes, "I promise."

Carlos signed. "I-it was about M-M-Matt... and Oscar and Joe." A silent tear fell down his tan cheek.

"Oh Carlos!" Kendall pulled the boy to him once again.

"All the things they said!" Carlos let his tears fall again, "The b-beating."

"Shh..." Kendall hugged his friend tighter, guilt building up as he remembers the day clearly. "What brought this up 'Los? You haven't spoken of that... in a while."

"A-at diner... w-w-when we were eating and I choked on that piece of meat, remember? And then I coughed it back up? Yeah, w-well then James squealed a-a-and said... s-said 'E-e-ew! T-that's D-d-dis-" Carlos cut off with a loud sob, hugging Kendall close.

Kendall remembered that exact sentence being the first one Matt had said to Carlos on that horrible day. Although he hadn't been there then, after a week of begging and pleading Carlos to open up to them, he had told them everything, to the last detail.

"You know his didn't mean it that way don't you? James would never do that."

"I k-know. It just triggered the m-memory." Carlos cried.

"Carlos, you know your race is not something to be ashamed of, right?" Kendall asked, sensing Carlos' depressing thoughts.

"Then why did they say that?" Carlos hiccupped.

"Because there are some people in the world who can't accept how wonderful you are. They can't accept change or being different. But they aren't the people you should worry or think about Carlitos, it's the people who care for you, Mrs Knight, Katie, all your friends, Big Time Rush, it's our thoughts that matter. And do you know what we think?" Kendall patted the back, as the sobs died down.

Carlos looked up, wanting to know the answer.

"We think you're the most amazing, crazy, fun loving, and adorable guy in the world. You're our best friend for a reason Carlos. You're a piece of our lives, and without you, of life wouldn't be complete."

Carlos blushed and smiled nervously. "T-thanks."

"Anytime bud." Kendall hugged Carlos in silence for a minute.

"Now, do you want to sleep in my bed for the rest of the night?" Kendall offered, feeling Carlos' tense muscles.

Carlos looked up, eyes wide with fear.

Kendall laughed, "Don't worry I won't tell anyone. It can be our secret. I'm not gonna embarrass you."

Carlos smiled and mumbled, "Thank you."

"That's alright lil' bro." Kendall got into Carlos' bed, pulling Carlos tight to his chest before covering both of them in the sheets.

Carlos snuggled closer to the warm chest, feeling safe, as he fell into a more peaceful sleep than his last.

Kendall smiled as he watched Carlos fall asleep. He was able to help Carlos this time. Alone.


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