I am so so so so sorry I practically abandoned this story! I ran out of ideas and had a major case of writer's block for this one... So here it is! I'm too lazy to summerize the story, so JUST READ IT. xD AND OMG I LEARNED NEW VOCABULARY WORDS. FAWK YEAH. And this chapter is really bad... Sorry...

It had been peaceful. Key word, "had". I was casually perusing through the pages of my book, flipping the page every so often to continue the wonderful, yet perplexing fantasy book I was currently engaged in. That is, until a shout of, "Helmet!" pierced the air. With a heavy sigh, I set my book on the table and glower as the oldest member of our band skidded out into the living room, scanning around frantically.

"Logan. Helmet. Gone..." Carlos panted, sweat beading his forehead as he scrabbled towards the deck of our swirly slide, a few thuds and "ow's" emitting from the boy as he searched for his "prized possession". He is too obsessed with that thing.

"Carlos..." I muttered, lifting a hand to massage my head at which a headache was forming.

"You have to help me find it!" The energetic male popped out, pointing an accusing finger at me, frowning.

"Me?" I echoed in an incredulous tone. "Sorry, but you're alone on this one."

"Logieeee!" Carlos whined, folding his arms.

I pondered this for a few moments, cradling my chin, before throwing my arms exasperatedly in the air. "Oh for God's sake, fine!"

Carlos practically "yipped" with happiness, joyfully sliding down the playground toy. "I love you, Logie!" The latino gushed, throwing his arms around my petite frame and squeezing me to death.

"Okay, squeezing Logie into a pancake!" I gasped, clawing at his arms to release me.

Carlos unraveled his arms, frowning. "Sorry," He apologized. "Now let's go look for Helmet (1)!"

I rolled my eyes, running a hand through my brunette fringe. What had I just gotten myself into?

A few hours and four broken vases later, we had still failed to find his helmet. Luckily Mama Knight and the rest of the guys weren't home.

"Carlos... It's not in the house," I announced, after tossing the bright orange couch cushions aside to my left. It wasn't inside the couch. Hey, if Kendall can fit inside the couch, I'm pretty damn sure his helmet can, too.

"But... But... How- how do you know?" Stuttered Carlos.

"Well... I don't know. Maybe it's because we've looked everywhere!" I exclaimed the last part sarcastically, flailing my arms in the air for emphasis as I gestured to the living room, which was very awry in appearance. "I did my job, and helped you look, so I'm done." I plopped down on the couch after rearranging the cushions, opening up my book.

Carlos face contorted into a very childish puppy face, but I knew better than to look up. Because that stare... It hypnotizes you into doing anything.

"But... But... Papi gave it to me!" Carlos was on the verge of tears.

"Sorry, Carlos, but I have a lot better things to do than help you look for your helmet." I responded airily, not taking my eyes off the book.

"But I helped you look for your books! And your homework!" Carlos pointed out stubbornly.

"Okay, you have a point-" I started, but didn't get to finish as the door burst open and hit the wall beside it. Kendall emerged, scratching his head.

"Carlos, you left your helmet at the store. You're lucky someone didn't take it!"

-cue introduction of Big Time Rush's theme here -

OH, OH, OH, OH, OHHHHHH. XD

(1) In the show, Carlos uses the word "helmet" as a proper noun, like a name, so I did that there. Sorry this chapter was so crappy. And that Logan was so rude, haha... I have another idea for Carlos, but I have yet to do an idea for James. So mostly likely he's next. REVIEW FOR IT GIVES ME HAPPINESS LIEK CHOCOLATE