I literally have writer's block for every single story right now.
And I said that I'd start a Cargan story after 'Is This Real?' so now I am~.
So basically the summary is about bad boy Logan and shy, goody two shoes Carlos woot! Well, just read it. :)

"Shit guys, run faster!" Logan screamed behind him while sprinting for his dear life and dodging trees that were only illuminated by the dim moonlight. He had no idea where they were, just in a forest of some sort, but he could hear the sound of police sirens growing louder.

"Hold up, I can't... breathe..." the blonde guy in the tattered black hoodie panted, noticeably slowing down now.

"Hurry! We're going to get caught!"

The brunette in the blood-stained sweatshirt tripped over a root and tumbled forward. Grumbling, Logan stopped and turned around to help his friends.

"Guys, you need to get up," he urged, panic discovering its way into him.

"Logan, just go on. I can't fucking see shit. It's pitch dark," the guy on the ground told him.

"No," Logan refused, "I can't just leave you here. You're going to get caught."

"It's fine. Just go."

He sighed and grabbed their arms.

"What are you—ah!"

Logan pulled the two along, running as fast as his legs could carry him. Except it was kind of a challenge running for his life when he had knife wounds all over his legs and chests. He saw the end of the forest and sighed a breath of relief. At least he could navigate better when he knew where he was. His friends seemed to get heavier and heavier, but he managed to push himself harder and ran even faster. So... close...

"LAPD, PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"

Ah shit.

There were three police cars pulling up, sirens blaring, and at least a dozen police surrounding him with guns fully loaded and ready to shoot. He dropped his friends on the ground and raised his hands to his head. Logan looked down at his friends, who were probably falling unconscious from loss of blood or from other wounds because they were just lying on the ground breathing heavily.

"Get in the car," the police ordered, handcuffing Logan and forcing him into the small police car.

"My friends, you have to help them," Logan said.

"Don't worry about them."

"They're injured," he articulated, as if they were all idiots. "Thus, they should be treated."

"Well maybe they wouldn't hurt themselves if they stopped following you around like dogs."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Wow, good one officer."

The policeman slammed the door into his face after giving him the stink eye. Logan sighed and looked out the window to see some paramedics helping his friends into the ambulance. This night had turned out all wrong.

"You don't understand, Officer Garcia. It was purely out of self-defense," Logan explained once more, growing tired of convincing.

The policeman leaned in and looked Logan dead in the eye, wearing a scowl on his dark face. "I know you, kid. You're Logan Mitchell and you've been coming here awfully often lately. Somehow, I doubt it was just self-defense."

The bad boy sighed and rolled his eyes, pushing Officer Garcia out of his personal bubble.

"Yes, okay, I admit that I do a lot of things I shouldn't do. But Officer, I promise you that it was self-defense. The guy was looking for trouble."

"Okay," Officer Garcia contemplated, sitting back in his chair, "but how do you explain the fact that you were out wandering the dangerous streets at 12 AM?"

Logan laughed. "Really? I'm sorry, old man, but 12 AM—"

The door opened, and a small Latino boy's head poked out from behind it.

"Dad, the DVD player in the backroom won't—"

The boy instantly froze as his eyes landed onto Logan, who was sitting in a wooden chair with both of his hands handcuffed to the chair.

"Um, nevermind, sorry!" he quickly apologized and began to shut the door.

"Wait, Carlos," Officer called after him, "it's fine. Just plug the wire into the TV."

Carlos nodded and flashed an awkward, shy smile to the delinquent locked to the chair and fled.

"Cute kid," Logan commented.

"You, shut up and answer my question," Officer Garcia ordered.

As soon as Carlos closed the door, leaned against the cool metal and closed his eyes, trying to re-visualize the pale brunette he had just seen. The way he spiked his soft-looking brown hair into a fauxhawk and his rich, umber eyes that had a certain twinkle to them. He had this crooked grin plastered onto his face at the sight of Carlos that made butterflies flutter in the pit of his stomach and his breath hitch. Aside from the tattered, sanguine shirt and the fact he was arrested, that mystery boy was perfection.

He shook his head free of any inappropriate thoughts. Come on, that kid was a delinquent! A very beautiful delinquent, yes, but a delinquent none the less. And Carlos was a straight A honors student who didn't dwell with people like him. He finally remembered what he was supposed to do, but before he could get up, the door opened and he fell back.

Carlos quickly got up and brushed himself up. His dad was looking at him funny, and the brunette had an amused expression on his face. Then Carlos noticed the guy's handcuffs were removed.

"Logan, you're free to go for now. But one more tiny screw-up and it's back in juvenile detention, got it?" his dad threatened, pointing at Logan.

Jeez, juvenile detention? What for? Carlos wondered.

Logan nodded. "Got it loud and clear, Officer. Won't happen again."

Officer Garcia rolled his eyes and turned to his son.

"Wait for me. I'll be right out."

Carlos obliged with a nod of his head and watched as his dad entered the room and shut the metal door behind him.

"So, Carlos, is it?" Logan inquired, a smirk on his face.

Carlos timidly gestured a 'yes' while staring down at the carpeted floor. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and he didn't dare make eye contact with the boy standing in front of him.

"You know I'm not going to hurt you right?" the brunette chuckled, quirking an eyebrow.

"Uh huh," Carlos replied, although that was a lie.

Luckily, the door swung open and his dad stepped out with his jacket and brief case in his hands. He sent Logan a 'why the hell are you still here?' look, which Logan responded with a shrug before leaving.

"Come on, let's go," Officer Garcia said, wrapping his arms around Carlos' shoulders. "So son, how was your day?"

"Good, Dad, it was good."

I'm really bad with ending chapters, sorry.
But yeah... anyway. Review?