Loyal readers, this next one is for someone extra-special, my baby sis! She asked for some Carlos/James friendship, so here it is! Woo were friending it up in here! Haha, sorry don't know where that came from. Anyway, here it goes.

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Ten-year-old Carlos Garcia coasted down the hill, taking his hands off his bike handlebars. "Wheee!" he yelled.

"Carlos wait for me!" James called, pedaling to catch up with his friend.

Carlos stuck his tongue out over his shoulder. "Can't catch me!" he taunted. He pedaled faster, flying down the hill.

"Oh yeah!" James pumped as hard as his short legs could push him, determined to catch Carlos.

The boys raced all the way to their destination, hopping off their bikes and running to see who could touch the building first.

"I got it first!" They yelled simultaneously.

"Nuh-uh!" again, in sync.

James put his fists on his hips, "I won and you just don't want to admit it."

Carlos stomped his foot. "Did not."

James suddenly remembered what they were there for. "It doesn't matter. C'mon we gotta get in there before they're all gone."

"All gone? They can't make more?" Carlos asked puzzled.

"Nope, that's why we've got to go get you one now." James grabbed Carlos' hand and tugged him to the door. "It's kinda stinky in there. You better do this." James pulled his shirt collar up over his nose.

Carlos mimicked him. "I'm so excited, James," Carlos said, following James into the darkness. He bounced up and down as he walked. "I've never had one before!"

James laughed, "I know, silly. That's why we're getting you one. Everyone should have one."

They reached the counter, and a lady with curly looked down at them. If she wasn't used to seeing little boys walk into her kennel with their shirts half over their faces, she didn't show it. "What can I help you boys with?" she asked.

James stepped forward, "My friend here wants a puppy."

Carlos bobbed his head, grinning under his shirt.

"A puppy?" She smiled warmly. "I have just the thing. Are your parents here?"

Carlos and James exchanged a look. "Nope," James answered. "We don't need 'em. We'll just pick one out."

The lady laughed. "I'm sorry boys, but you need an adult here with you. Is there anybody I can call for you?"

"You can call my mom," Carlos offered. "She's home from work." Carlos gave the lady his name, his number, and his mom's name.

"Alright, boys, I'll give Mrs. Garcia a call. If you go through that door right there, the puppies are just out back."

Carlos and James headed out the door and into the outdoor half of the kennel. There they were met with six, squirmy black lab pups, all wagging their tales so hard their whole butts moved.

"AAAAAWWWW!" They both yelled, squatting down to pet the puppies. Carlos and James played with the puppies for a while, before the lady and Mrs. Garcia stepped out.

"Hi Mrs. Garcia!" both boys yelled.

Mrs. Garcia just smiled, shaking her head, "What am I going to do with you boys?" she asked the sky. "Well Carlos," she turned to her son. "Which one do you want?"

Carlos picked up the fattest, most rolly polly one. "This one!"

Done! Done! Done! Done! Done! I am finally caught up! Yay! I will be taking more requests, but they will be AT YOUR OWN RISK. I am making no promises that they'll get written, but I will definitely try, if you want to send me something. I hope you've all enjoyed everything so far. Peace out. :)