Carlos numbly dialed the number on the note, swallowing audibly when a gruff voice answered his call. "Hello? Who is this?" Carlos briefly frowned upon the man's phone manners, and coughed faintly, clutching the post-it tightly. This seemed wrong… This seemed really wrong…

"I'm sorry," he apologized for more than a couple things, "But is this Mr. Stone?" he asked, and there was a positive grumble on the other side of the line. Carlos winced and threw a glance at the bushes Kendall had just crept into. "Okay, well… Yourdaughter'spregnantandshe'shavingsexwiththefatherinher roomrightnow. Bye!" Carlos quickly read off in one breath, flipping the phone closed and throwing it to the other side of the car like it was hot in his hand.

He was practically chewing his bottom lip off, he was so nervous. That hadn't been harmless like putting a steering wheel lock on a car. That had been mean. Carlos didn't think he was comfortable with being abducted anymore, and apparently he didn't know Kendall as well as he thought he had despite watching him for the entirety of his school day.

Okay, shut up! He was just lonely!

Needless to say, Carlos's head was very muddled with thoughts as he crouched between the leaves of a very sad-looking city bush. Kendall had something big and black in his hands, but Carlos couldn't tell what it was in the dark. Carlos felt torn. On the one hand, the other boy seemed positively giddy, and Carlos would do anything to see Kendall happy. On the other side of things, Carlos could hear shouting from inside and that didn't sit well with him. A sharp banging noise was heard from a window above them and Carlos could barely make out a smirk on Kendall's lips in the night.

The other boy lifted up the black box to his face, and light from a streetlamp caught it, allowing it to take the familiar shape of a polaroid camera. Carlos looked up to where it was pointing too, and saw a figure climbing down the side of the house, much like Kendall and he had done earlier. "This is how I learned," Kendall whispered under his breath, and Carlos hummed quietly in response, too scared to speak. What the hell was going on?

Kendall snapped a picture, and the customary flash of the camera lit up the second floor of the building, and Carlos's eyes widened. Clinging tight to the molding on the house was a very nervous, very naked Jett Stetson . Carlos didn't know how to react. Kendall, meanwhile, giggled –actually giggled- as the photo rolled out of the Polaroid, holding it up between two fingers as the colors bled through the black for Carlos to see. Kendall had managed a pretty revealing photo…

"Three down," he huffed.

"Ha! I knew we'd get him, but I didn't think it'd be this good!" Kendall exclaimed, still laughing after they had crept back to the car. "I mean… He was holding on backwards. We got full frontal! Ah, and the best part is that he's probably walking home naked right now. " Carlos bit his lip, apparently determined to gnaw it off and swallow it by the end of the night.

"How'd you know where to hide?" he asked, trying to sound enthusiastic, but it was pretty difficult considering how guilty he felt. Kendall seemed to sense his unease and tilted his head in his direction, arching an eyebrow.

"That's how Lucy always had me sneak out…" he trailed off, laughter leaving his voice. Carlos squirmed under his gaze as the car twisted through the streets. "What's wrong?" he questioned, and Carlos half wanted to cry because of course Kendall could read him like that… God, of course. Kendall had to meet up to all of his expectations but one… "Seriously, Carlos," the older boy continued when he hadn't spoken. "What's going on with you?"

"Kendall… that was mean. What you did to Lucy and even Liam… that had been mean." Carlos hadn't wanted to say anything, but with Kendall asking, he'd felt like he had no choice. Curse his stalker-love… Meanwhile, the taller boy seemed pissed.

"No, you know what's mean? It's mean to cheat on your boyfriend. It's mean to cheat on you girlfriend. It's mean to ignore someone even when they sit right next to you at lunch everyday, and they can see you don't like them, but they stick around anyway because it's better to be ignored by five people than to try and be ignored again. It's mean to not know that same person's last name and-"

"Malik," Carlos interrupted, and Kendall cut himself off mid-rant. His eyes twinkled with something unplaceable.

"What?" he asked, looking a bit surprised, and Carlos blushed.

"Malik… You're last name is Malik..." he trailed off awkwardly, and Kendall furrowed his brow, confusion etching across his face. Something about the look sent a wave of nausea rolling through his stomach. Shit… How did Kendall do this to him?

"Right… Malik…" Kendall repeated quietly, staring at the road ahead of him for a minute before shaking himself out of his stupor. He turned his attention back and forth from out the windshield to Carlos again. "And how did you know that?" he asked, and Carlos shrugged, his stomach now twisting for a completely different reason.

"I don't know… I thought everyone did," he replied, and Kendall pressed his lips together, eyes twinkling again, but the look seemed different this time. Carlos didn't know what this one was either, but it definitely wasn't the same as the first. Kendall didn't look back at him for awhile.

"Right. Okay. Yeah… But anyway, it's still mean. And it's mean to treat someone like they're not there, and it's mean to not care about them no matter what they do for you," he finished, and Carlos didn't say anything. It seemed like Lucy sucked more than he'd originally thought, and maybe Jett and Kendall's other friends, too… Although, Harry seemed nice enough…

"Okay. You're right. That is mean. Maybe a little revenge isn't so bad…"

Kendall smirked. "I like to call it justice," he said with a little laugh, like he'd just admitted he'd always wanted to be a pirate growing up or something equally childish. And maybe being your own superhero kind of was… But Carlos had been picked on and teased ever since he'd moved to this godforsaken city, and he was a little desperate for a hero at this point. "Which reminds me. Number four had been getting Lucy in trouble, so thank you very much, and number five is your choice. So pick." Carlos was lost.

"My choice?"

"Yeah, your choice. Whom do you want justice to come to?" he asked goofily, nudging him a bit while keeping his attention on the street in front of him. Carlos didn't even have to think about it.

"Ozzy ," he answered, quickly, and Kendall smiled, pulling into a parking space outside a big looking home.

"I thought you'd say that," he said with a wink and grabbed some supplies from the back of the car. It seemed like he had both a grocery and a department store back there… "Let's go," he said excitedly before disappearing into the night.

I wrote this when I was terribly tired, so sorry for any spelling mistakes!