Hello, reader. I was skimming through the Cargan stories, and noticed the lack of multi-chap stories, so I decided to write one, as it's my first work of literature on fanfiction. Okay, then, enough of my mindless words, it's reading time! (Sorry, I'm trying out different catchphrases)

Carlos Garcia was falling too fast and too far. He had a fear of getting hurt and he knew that was the only thing that could come of it. His friends had always told him that he didn't have to hide his feelings, but he didn't have the heart to burden them with this.

To elaborate, he had a painful crush on his best friend, Logan. Logan was the smartest one of the group and Carlos had fallen for him the moment they met. Not just a small, easy to forget about crush. Nope, it was a full blown weak-kneed, heart-near-exploding, almost-over-bearing crush. It wasn't bad at first, but it slowly got worse until it clouded his mind and that's all he could think about.

A lot of things were racing through Carlos' mind as he quickly locked himself in the bathroom connected to his and Logan's shared room. He somehow made it to the shower and turned it on before he broke down into tears. This was happening too often, Carlos thought. He was having yet another emotional breakdown over something as ridiculous as a crush.

He closed his eyes and rocked back and forth as he murmured, "It's okay. It has to be."

"Carlos? Are you okay?" He heard Logan's voice from the other side of the door. "You pretty much bolted to the bathroom, so I just wanted to make sure you're not sick or something."

Carlos took a deep, shaky breath, hoping it would keep him from sounding like he was crying. "Y-yeah, I'm good! Just...really wanting to take a shower!"

"Umm, okay buddy, but if you start feeling bad, let me know, okay?"

"Duh, you're the doctor! Now, leave and let me shower in peace."

He faintly heard Logan's laugh, and his heart swelled almost painfully. "Yeah, yeah, whatever dude."

He sighed and stood up shakily. He gritted his teeth as he mustered up the strength to stand up, as he had somehow ended up in the floor, a shaking mess. His eyes looked normal, somehow, which surprised him. He sighed and pulled off his shirt so he could take a shower.

*One shower later*

He walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. He proceeded to his dresser with a blank expression pulling out a pair of boxers and a T-shirt. He just finished getting dressed when James entered the room. "Carlos? Are you okay?" He sounded concerned.

"I'm fine." Carlos replied with his voice cracking on the last word. He desperately hoped James would see through his disguise and help him.

There was a silence. "You don't sound okay. Look, I know something's up, you haven't been yourself lately."

"I-I just..." He turned around and tears began to form in his eyes.

James quickly ran over and pulled the smaller boy in his arms. "Carlos..." he said softly in the smaller boy's ear. He led him to the latino's bed and sat down with him. "What's wrong?"

"IthinkIloveLogan!" he said quickly, relieved to tell someone, but it felt different to say it out loud. It was like he was finally admitting it to himself.

"It's okay." he said pulling back slightly to look into the timid boy's eyes. "You need to tell him how you feel."

"I can't! He'd hate me!" Carlos cried in a panicked tone.

James held him tighter. "Logan wouldn't hate you. He's not like that. You need to tell him before you tear yourself apart."

Carlos looked at him cautiously. "A-Are you sure?"

"Yes. How could Logan hate someone as amazing as you?" James said then bit his lip, afraid he'd said too much.

The latino's eyes showed he was thinking, then something clicked. "J-James. Do you..."

The door opened before he could finish his question and Logan stood in the doorway. "Car-" he stopped mid-sentence as he stared at the two boys. "Should I- Am I interrupting something here?"

"N-No." Carlos replied glancing at James. "I just..." he looked at James again and the taller boy nodded. Carlos didn't know he was shaking until he stood up and almost fell over.

Logan rushed to his side. "Carlos!" The struggling boy looked at James helplessly and he nodded. They sat down on the bed.

"I-I'm gonna leave you two alone." James gave Carlos a reassuring smile and left.

The raven-haired boy looked at Carlos and asked, "What's going on? Are you okay?"

He winced and hesitated before shaking his head.

"Please, tell me what's wrong. I hate to see you like this."

"I'm..." he mumbled the rest and Logan scrunched his eyebrows together.

He leaned closer to the obviously distraught boy. "What did you say."

He sighed and spoke slightly louder. "I'm gay and..." his voice trailed off, but he took a deep breath. Here goes everything, he thought to himself. "I like you. A lot. And, I'm sorry, but I can't help it. Please don't hate me. I couldn't stand it if you hated me."

Logan stared at Carlos in shock before murmuring, "I have to go, sorry." and quickly exiting the room.

Carlos stared at the door in disbelief as tears began streaming down his face. He pulled back the covers and shimmied under them as he curled into a ball and wept silently.

I hate to end on such a sad note, but it was too perfect to pass up! *raises hands in defense* Don't kill me, or I won't be able to finish the story! Okay, so, tell me your thoughts and/or complaints about this chapter in the comments. I'm happy to hear constructive criticism if it helps improve my writing. R+R

*E.M.*