Fic: Forever Scarred (4/?)
Title: Forever Scarred
Rating: M, for swearing, violence and possible sexual situations
Pairing: Cargan, past Kames
Summary: Carlos Garcia watched his best friend's life completely fall apart and is still recovering from the effects of losing a friend. His violent, gang lifestyle didn't exactly make any of that easier. But when he meets the sweet new boy, Logan Mitchell, all that just might change.
Warnings: Violence, past character death
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes: Short but sweet. Wow, shortest wait for an update ever. I don’t like to say never but I wouldn’t ever expect chapters to come out this fast ever again. It was just a random muse to write this combined with a few free hours. Let me know what you guys think. Now we’re getting deeper into the Kames relationship from the past and the Cargan relationship for the present! Oh and PS, there is slight chance this chapter may break your heart in the beginning but the fluff at the end will heal it.
This was the time in a relationship that Kendall loved the most: where dates turned to hanging out, awkwardness faded to comfort, you went from knowing nothing about this person to knowing everything about them. It was the moment where infatuation died and love grew to take its place. Six months into their relationship and Kendall knew all he needed to know. James was the sweetest most caring guy Kendall ever had the fortunate to meet and he knew he would never let him go. James made him happier than he’d ever been and just being with him felt so incredibly right, as natural as breathing.
Kendall was reflecting on this while they were lying in bed one night. He was on his back, James curled up against his side, looking absolutely precious in his old hockey jersey. The blankets were pulled up to their chests as they relaxed, simply enjoyed one another’s company. The brunette’s head on his chest, he breathed in the sweet scent of James’ shampoo each time he inhaled.
“What did I ever do to deserve someone so perfect?” he sighed wistfully, idly tracing his fingertips along James’ arm.
“It’s the leather jacket and tattoos,” James stated in a feigned matter of fact tone. He glanced up at Kendall, a teasing grin on his lips.
“Speaking of tattoos and not deserving you,” he said, matching James’ carefree grin. “I’ve been thinking about getting your name along my arm. Big black letters.”
Maybe it was James’ slight lack of modesty or that James just knew him that well, but the pretty bot wasn’t the least bit shocked at this announcement. Where most people were concerned with making sure that person knew what they were doing, James wasn’t. It was probably because he knew Kendall, so he knew that the blond didn’t do anything rash or anything he didn’t mean one hundred percent. Instead of a normal reaction, he replied:
“Why not some pretty cursive letters?”
“I have a reputation to uphold,” he exclaimed with a light chuckle. “I can’t be seen with ‘pretty cursive’ ink.”
“Whatever,” James mumbled with a playful pout. His face scrunched up in a giggle when Kendall kissed his nose. That moment, right there, encompassing their entire relationship, was absolutely perfect.
Because of this horrifyingly blissful memory that seized his dreams, Kendall was up earlier than usual. He didn’t dare go back to sleep and risk another dream of his departed beloved. By the time he rolled out of bed, got dressed and headed off to school, he was easily a half hour early. With a sigh, he entered the school anyways.
He passed through the cafeteria on the way to his locker but stopped when he noticed Logan sitting at one of the tables alone, books and papers all spread out in front of him. He took the seat across from the smart boy, throwing his backpack on the bench beside him. His forearms settled on the table as he peered at the other boy.
“What’re you doin’ here so early?” he wondered aloud.
Logan, who’d been so consumed in his schoolwork, jumped a little before finally glancing up. “My mom had an early shift and the bus scares me so she dropped me off on her way.”
His gaze fell down to the bad boy’s forearms, pushing up sleeves leaving them exposed. Amongst the colorful ink covering his pale skin, one specific tattoo stood out to Logan. It was on the underside of his left forearm, five simple letters scripted in simple, eloquent cursive, the J just below the crease of his elbow, the S landing right at his wrist. James.
He couldn’t stop himself before asking, “Who’s James?”
Kendall’s whole body went rigid at this simple question. He wasn’t particularly in the mood to explain. Then again, he would probably never be in the mood to. As hard as it would be, he figured he had to explain since the other boy asked. “He was my boyfriend,” he answered, voice catching in his throat.
And Logan knew he shouldn’t ask because it really wasn’t any of his business and the other boy seemed destroyed by this but his natural curiosity and high crave for knowledge led him to ask regardless. “Was?”
“He’s dead,” he said shortly, fighting back the tears in his eyes at this soft, sad confession. It hurt so much more to admit it aloud.
Logan mentally slapped himself for asking, now wishing that he hadn’t. “I’m sorry,” he apologized sympathetically, heart constricting painfully for the other boy. He didn’t know exactly how he felt but he had a pretty good idea.
“Yeah,” the blond agreed quietly. “Me too.”
“You must’ve really loved him,” Logan commented, hoping his words provided some, any comfort. Then it all clicked: the constant forlorn expression Kendall wore, the picture on his dashboard. That must be James.
“Yeah,” Kendall whispered, picking at the dirt under his nails to avoid Logan’s sympathetic gaze. “I did.”
Luckily for both boys, Carlos came bouncing over to the table, plopping down beside the smart boy. “Seriously Logie, more homework?”
A particularly good listener, Logan found himself unable to concentrate on Carlos’ rant about homework’s insignificance (a topic Logan had a great rebuttal for), he was too busy observing the broken boy in front of him.
The rest of the school day carried on like normal: the three of them joined together for lunch (though the conversation today was hardly there considering Kendall’s preoccupation and Logan wishing there was something he could do), Carlos chattering endlessly during choir and Kendall protecting him during gym.
Logan, whose mind was somewhere else completely, failed to notice the time and, as a result, missed his bus once again. He felt he should’ve been more upset over this but frankly, he hated riding the bus so it seemed like a blessing in disguise to him. Just as he was about to brainstorm all his options to get home, Carlos was walking over, mischievous grin ever present on his face.
“Why are you still here?”
“Detention,” he answered with the same nonchalant shrug he always did. “How ‘bout you shorty?”
“Missed my bus,” Logan didn’t notice how his bottom lip jutted out in a pout when he said this. Carlos noticed and smiled.
“C’mon,” he exclaimed, jerking his head towards the school’s exit. “I’ll walk you home.”
“It’s really far to my house,” the smart boy stated. “Besides! You’re in detention. You could get in trouble for skipping.”
And there was that shrug again. “I’m already in trouble. I’m always in trouble. And it’s not too far, I know a great shortcut.”
Although Logan did not condone Carlos’ behavior in the slightest bit, he followed the Latino anyways, taking partial solace in the fact that he wouldn’t be the one getting in trouble and the fact that trouble seemed to be Carlos’ middle name. Logan couldn’t decide if he was frightened or excited by this.
Turns out, much to Logan’s disapproval, this “shortcut” of Carlos’ led them straight through a forest. Being the city boy he was, the smart boy was momentarily horrified when they approached the wooded area. He didn’t want to seem like a wuss though so he just shut his mouth and kept his concerns to himself. Luckily, Carlos seemed to know where he was going pretty well, which helped Logan relax a little. How beautiful the snow looked dusting across the ground helped too. It was so pure, so fresh. That was the one thing Logan loved about snow; stepping in snow so fresh that there weren’t any other footprints scarring it.
For a few minutes, Logan entertained an analogy where he compared himself to this new snow; completely innocent and pure, which unfortunately made it that much more desirable to corrupt him, symbolized by someone stepping in the snow. In this analogy, he gave Carlos the opposite role, represented by the snow that was completely trampled. Each footprint or animal print was one of his tattoos, a specially crafted story to be told. And similarly, no one went out of their way to put their mark in stepped in snow, meaning that no one was going to mess with Carlos.
So preoccupied with this analogy and kicking his feet through the snow, Logan failed to notice the loose branch sticking out of the snow. He snagged his foot on it, sending him falling to the ground with his next step. Carlos was beside him barely a second after he hit the ground, worriedly questioning if he was okay. Logan sat up with a slight groan because since when was he so injury prone. First the dodgeball incident, now this. He winced at the slight pain in his knee. Carlos carefully helped him stand up, eying him intently.
“Are you okay Logie?” he asked once more.
“I’m fine,” he answered, hoping that he could conceal the slight limp that would accompany his walking.
Carlos noticed after half a step. “You are not!” he accused, pointing a figure at the other boy. He yanked away the other boy’s backpack, before moving in front of him and crouching down. “Get on.”
“No Carlos, seriously, it’s okay,” Logan insisted.
“No Logie, seriously, get on,” Carlos mimicked Logan’s dialogue, smirking proudly to himself when it worked in successfully convincing Logan to accept his help. Once the smart boy was on, he straightened, carrying his backpack as he walked. Logan clung to him tightly, arms slung over his shoulders. There was no denying the butterflies fluttering around in his stomach the whole way home.
Rating: M, for swearing, violence and possible sexual situations
Pairing: Cargan, past Kames
Summary: Carlos Garcia watched his best friend's life completely fall apart and is still recovering from the effects of losing a friend. His violent, gang lifestyle didn't exactly make any of that easier. But when he meets the sweet new boy, Logan Mitchell, all that just might change.
Warnings: Violence, past character death
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes: Short but sweet. Wow, shortest wait for an update ever. I don’t like to say never but I wouldn’t ever expect chapters to come out this fast ever again. It was just a random muse to write this combined with a few free hours. Let me know what you guys think. Now we’re getting deeper into the Kames relationship from the past and the Cargan relationship for the present! Oh and PS, there is slight chance this chapter may break your heart in the beginning but the fluff at the end will heal it.
This was the time in a relationship that Kendall loved the most: where dates turned to hanging out, awkwardness faded to comfort, you went from knowing nothing about this person to knowing everything about them. It was the moment where infatuation died and love grew to take its place. Six months into their relationship and Kendall knew all he needed to know. James was the sweetest most caring guy Kendall ever had the fortunate to meet and he knew he would never let him go. James made him happier than he’d ever been and just being with him felt so incredibly right, as natural as breathing.
Kendall was reflecting on this while they were lying in bed one night. He was on his back, James curled up against his side, looking absolutely precious in his old hockey jersey. The blankets were pulled up to their chests as they relaxed, simply enjoyed one another’s company. The brunette’s head on his chest, he breathed in the sweet scent of James’ shampoo each time he inhaled.
“What did I ever do to deserve someone so perfect?” he sighed wistfully, idly tracing his fingertips along James’ arm.
“It’s the leather jacket and tattoos,” James stated in a feigned matter of fact tone. He glanced up at Kendall, a teasing grin on his lips.
“Speaking of tattoos and not deserving you,” he said, matching James’ carefree grin. “I’ve been thinking about getting your name along my arm. Big black letters.”
Maybe it was James’ slight lack of modesty or that James just knew him that well, but the pretty bot wasn’t the least bit shocked at this announcement. Where most people were concerned with making sure that person knew what they were doing, James wasn’t. It was probably because he knew Kendall, so he knew that the blond didn’t do anything rash or anything he didn’t mean one hundred percent. Instead of a normal reaction, he replied:
“Why not some pretty cursive letters?”
“I have a reputation to uphold,” he exclaimed with a light chuckle. “I can’t be seen with ‘pretty cursive’ ink.”
“Whatever,” James mumbled with a playful pout. His face scrunched up in a giggle when Kendall kissed his nose. That moment, right there, encompassing their entire relationship, was absolutely perfect.
Because of this horrifyingly blissful memory that seized his dreams, Kendall was up earlier than usual. He didn’t dare go back to sleep and risk another dream of his departed beloved. By the time he rolled out of bed, got dressed and headed off to school, he was easily a half hour early. With a sigh, he entered the school anyways.
He passed through the cafeteria on the way to his locker but stopped when he noticed Logan sitting at one of the tables alone, books and papers all spread out in front of him. He took the seat across from the smart boy, throwing his backpack on the bench beside him. His forearms settled on the table as he peered at the other boy.
“What’re you doin’ here so early?” he wondered aloud.
Logan, who’d been so consumed in his schoolwork, jumped a little before finally glancing up. “My mom had an early shift and the bus scares me so she dropped me off on her way.”
His gaze fell down to the bad boy’s forearms, pushing up sleeves leaving them exposed. Amongst the colorful ink covering his pale skin, one specific tattoo stood out to Logan. It was on the underside of his left forearm, five simple letters scripted in simple, eloquent cursive, the J just below the crease of his elbow, the S landing right at his wrist. James.
He couldn’t stop himself before asking, “Who’s James?”
Kendall’s whole body went rigid at this simple question. He wasn’t particularly in the mood to explain. Then again, he would probably never be in the mood to. As hard as it would be, he figured he had to explain since the other boy asked. “He was my boyfriend,” he answered, voice catching in his throat.
And Logan knew he shouldn’t ask because it really wasn’t any of his business and the other boy seemed destroyed by this but his natural curiosity and high crave for knowledge led him to ask regardless. “Was?”
“He’s dead,” he said shortly, fighting back the tears in his eyes at this soft, sad confession. It hurt so much more to admit it aloud.
Logan mentally slapped himself for asking, now wishing that he hadn’t. “I’m sorry,” he apologized sympathetically, heart constricting painfully for the other boy. He didn’t know exactly how he felt but he had a pretty good idea.
“Yeah,” the blond agreed quietly. “Me too.”
“You must’ve really loved him,” Logan commented, hoping his words provided some, any comfort. Then it all clicked: the constant forlorn expression Kendall wore, the picture on his dashboard. That must be James.
“Yeah,” Kendall whispered, picking at the dirt under his nails to avoid Logan’s sympathetic gaze. “I did.”
Luckily for both boys, Carlos came bouncing over to the table, plopping down beside the smart boy. “Seriously Logie, more homework?”
A particularly good listener, Logan found himself unable to concentrate on Carlos’ rant about homework’s insignificance (a topic Logan had a great rebuttal for), he was too busy observing the broken boy in front of him.
The rest of the school day carried on like normal: the three of them joined together for lunch (though the conversation today was hardly there considering Kendall’s preoccupation and Logan wishing there was something he could do), Carlos chattering endlessly during choir and Kendall protecting him during gym.
Logan, whose mind was somewhere else completely, failed to notice the time and, as a result, missed his bus once again. He felt he should’ve been more upset over this but frankly, he hated riding the bus so it seemed like a blessing in disguise to him. Just as he was about to brainstorm all his options to get home, Carlos was walking over, mischievous grin ever present on his face.
“Why are you still here?”
“Detention,” he answered with the same nonchalant shrug he always did. “How ‘bout you shorty?”
“Missed my bus,” Logan didn’t notice how his bottom lip jutted out in a pout when he said this. Carlos noticed and smiled.
“C’mon,” he exclaimed, jerking his head towards the school’s exit. “I’ll walk you home.”
“It’s really far to my house,” the smart boy stated. “Besides! You’re in detention. You could get in trouble for skipping.”
And there was that shrug again. “I’m already in trouble. I’m always in trouble. And it’s not too far, I know a great shortcut.”
Although Logan did not condone Carlos’ behavior in the slightest bit, he followed the Latino anyways, taking partial solace in the fact that he wouldn’t be the one getting in trouble and the fact that trouble seemed to be Carlos’ middle name. Logan couldn’t decide if he was frightened or excited by this.
Turns out, much to Logan’s disapproval, this “shortcut” of Carlos’ led them straight through a forest. Being the city boy he was, the smart boy was momentarily horrified when they approached the wooded area. He didn’t want to seem like a wuss though so he just shut his mouth and kept his concerns to himself. Luckily, Carlos seemed to know where he was going pretty well, which helped Logan relax a little. How beautiful the snow looked dusting across the ground helped too. It was so pure, so fresh. That was the one thing Logan loved about snow; stepping in snow so fresh that there weren’t any other footprints scarring it.
For a few minutes, Logan entertained an analogy where he compared himself to this new snow; completely innocent and pure, which unfortunately made it that much more desirable to corrupt him, symbolized by someone stepping in the snow. In this analogy, he gave Carlos the opposite role, represented by the snow that was completely trampled. Each footprint or animal print was one of his tattoos, a specially crafted story to be told. And similarly, no one went out of their way to put their mark in stepped in snow, meaning that no one was going to mess with Carlos.
So preoccupied with this analogy and kicking his feet through the snow, Logan failed to notice the loose branch sticking out of the snow. He snagged his foot on it, sending him falling to the ground with his next step. Carlos was beside him barely a second after he hit the ground, worriedly questioning if he was okay. Logan sat up with a slight groan because since when was he so injury prone. First the dodgeball incident, now this. He winced at the slight pain in his knee. Carlos carefully helped him stand up, eying him intently.
“Are you okay Logie?” he asked once more.
“I’m fine,” he answered, hoping that he could conceal the slight limp that would accompany his walking.
Carlos noticed after half a step. “You are not!” he accused, pointing a figure at the other boy. He yanked away the other boy’s backpack, before moving in front of him and crouching down. “Get on.”
“No Carlos, seriously, it’s okay,” Logan insisted.
“No Logie, seriously, get on,” Carlos mimicked Logan’s dialogue, smirking proudly to himself when it worked in successfully convincing Logan to accept his help. Once the smart boy was on, he straightened, carrying his backpack as he walked. Logan clung to him tightly, arms slung over his shoulders. There was no denying the butterflies fluttering around in his stomach the whole way home.