Fic: Forever Scarred (6/?)
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: I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t had much time to do any writing. But I’m glad I was able to update this. I really like this chapter; for once it actually has more Cargan than Kames. I think you guys will really like this chapter too. Someone wanted to know what Carlos and Kendall’s tattoos were so this chapter addresses Kendall’s (and Carlos’ will be addressed later). Both of Kendall's lyric tattoos are taken from Taking Back Sunday songs. I googled some of their lyrics and found ones that were relevant. It was oddly easy to find ones. Review and let me know what you guys think!
“I feel bad for just leaving him there,” Logan confessed softly from the passenger seat of Kendall’s car (which the blond had let them borrow for the day). The pair had spent a while lingering there, listening to Kendall talk to his deceased boyfriend and trying not to let it break their hearts.
“Whether he’s there or at home, wherever he is, all he’ll do is think of James,” Carlos answered knowingly, glancing over at the smaller boy, who wore a deep expression of empathy for the blond. Silence settled between them, leaving Logan’s hundreds of silent questions unanswered. He didn’t think this was the right time to ask these rather personal questions; besides, the day was supposed to be one of fun.
“So what’s on the agenda today?”
A smile tugged at Carlos’ lips. “It’s a surprise.”
Logan’s face scrunched up in obvious distaste. “I hate surprises,” he admitted, bottom lip jutting out in a pout.
“You’ll like this one,” Carlos insisted confidently, smiling over at the cute brunette in his passenger’s seat.
Logan found himself smiling at this promise, thinking that maybe this surprise wouldn’t be too bad.
Cold fingers traced inked skin, outlining every intricate pattern of ink. Dozens of tattoos covered his pale skin, each one telling a heart-wrenching story. Shaking fingertips ghosted over the cursive letters on the underside of his left arm. Tears filled his eyes as he finished tracing the S. He couldn’t help but trace over his other tattoos as well, reflecting on the ink under his skin. His fingertips jumped over to his other arm, his thumb brushing against the three names scripted on his wrist. Katie. Challen. Greggory. His sister, mom and dad; his family. This triplet of names on his wrist were the first tattoos he’d gotten. He’d gotten them shortly following his dad’s death when he was 15, after realizing that you had to cherish what you had before it was gone.
Just above that, on the middle of his forearm, was his crest. It was styled after a simple medieval shield, similar to the ones knights possessed during that time. It was shaded gray and in the middle was a bold K, for Knight. Further up, he had a chain inked around the top half of his forearm, cutting off just before wrapping all the way around. Just below the crease of his elbow, wrapped all the way around were lyrics, ones that had always resonated with him. It’s never bad enough to just leave or give up but its never good enough to feel right. Accompanying the tattoo of James’ name, he got this one after the brunette’s death too; after noticing how his life never seemed to feel right anymore. It was never enough to want to kill himself but he certainly didn’t enjoy living anymore.
Words scripted in a similar style ran along his chest, right over his heart, reading: Home is where you make it. He’d gotten this one for James too, inspired after the other boy expressed how much Kendall meant to him and how he’d always have a special place in his heart.
He’d wanted James to get a tattoo, not necessarily a matching one (though it would be awesome). He’d gotten quite close to beginning the brunette to get one, nothing big or flashy, just something, anything to mark him, just enough to protect him, just enough to keep him safe. He cursed himself every day since James’ death that he hadn’t been able to persuade the brunette. He didn’t do his job as his boyfriend. He had failed; he hadn’t protected James like he should of and it killed him on a daily basis.
Logan was fairly sure that he’d never blushed so much in his life. Back in Minnesota, he kept to himself a lot so he never actually developed feelings for someone before. But ever since he’d gotten to know the Latino boy, he found that was slowly changing. He was experiencing a lot of emotions that he’d never felt before and it scared him a bit. But he was starting to discover that he didn’t have to worry about that much.
Despite his hard, tough appearance, Carlos was an extremely nice, sweet boy. He made Logan feel safe too which was a good thing considering how intimidating their school was, especially for a small, innocent boy like him.
Whenever the Latino did something nice for him, Logan couldn’t help the heat that instantly rose to his face, staining his cheeks a deep pink. Whenever Carlos smiled at him, or held doors open for him or called him “shorty,” a nickname Carlos had used from the first day they met, despite how they were practically the same height. Carlos apparently didn’t care and Logan found he couldn’t really care, as long as Carlos meant it as an endearingly.
Logan smiled softly up at the other boy as he pulled the car door open for him, wearing a matching grin. He shut the door behind the smaller boy and pocketed his keys, leading them into the small diner for lunch. Without waiting to be seated, Carlos placed his hand on the small of Logan’s back, guiding him towards the very back corner. They both slid in to opposite sides of the booth and less than a minute later, a sweet middle aged woman was coming over to take their order. Her face seemed to widened as she saw them sitting there.
“Hey you,” she chirped towards the Latino, who in turn smiled sweetly at her. “I haven’t seen you ‘round here in a while.”
“I know,” Carlos sighed, putting on an apologetic smile. “Things have been tough these last few months.”
“I heard what happened,” she murmured sadly, “That’s so terrible. Challen tells me that Kendall’s not doing so well.”
Carlos nodded, as if not wanting to admit this statement to be true. “Yeah, he’s not. He’s taking it really hard. But who can blame him really?”
“Certainly not,” the woman answered, taking a notepad from her apron. “Let him know we’re all thinking about him. Now who is this cutie?”
Switching the subject to the bookworm seemed to instantly cheer the Latino up. “This cutie,” Carlos declared proudly, sorrow replaced with sudden joy. “Is Logan.”
“Well how come we haven’t seen him around here before?”
“He’s new in town,” Carlos informed her, matter-of-factly.
“Well welcome to town,” she said sweetly, “Now what can I get you two today?”
After lunch, the pair headed out of the diner, but not before their friendly waitress made Carlos promise to visit more often. Carlos had nodded eagerly, promising to do so. She turned to Logan and insisted he do the same. How sweet and kind this woman was put the biggest smile on the smart boy’s face. Somehow, this smile increased tenfold when Carlos promised that she would be seeing a lot more of the both of them in the future. The statement caused Logan’s cheeks to turn a light pink as he waved goodbye to the sweet waitress.
“C’mon,” Carlos said softly as they exited the diner, the Latino reaching back to grab Logan’s hand in his own. Even despite the cold weather, Logan could feel the warmth in his cheeks. “I wanna take you somewhere.”
The park was a short walk from the diner, only about ten minutes from the restaurant. Their fingers remained laced the whole time and Logan found it impossible to hate the freezing cold when he could feel Carlos’ warmth. Their pace slowed slightly as they entered the park, treading across the snow covered grass. In the distance, Logan could see an intricate fountain in the middle of the park. He smiled when he realized that’s exactly where Carlos was leading them.
Once they finally stood before it, Logan frowned when he realized that the water was frozen over. He frowned more when he realized that he really should’ve realized that sooner. He shoved these thoughts aside as he looked over at Carlos questioningly. What were they doing at this fountain if it was frozen?
Without a spoken question, Carlos began to speak. “My mom used to take him here all the time when I was little. I used to wonder how the fountain could be lucky if it was always frozen over. She told me that since it was always frozen, it was actually luckier than normal ponds. She said that the ice held more luck than normal water fountains and I was so little that I actually believed her. So now, every time I come, frozen or not, I throw in a penny, knowing that it’ll give me luck.” Logan listened intently as the Latino boy told his story, enthralled to know that Carlos trusted him enough to share such a fond story. “I actually haven’t done so since James died.”
Logan’s heart skipped a beat at this tragic announcement. He dug around frantically in his pocket until he finally found what he was looking for. He pulled out a single penny and handed it over to the Latino. “Here. Make your wish.”
A soft small tugged at Carlos’ lips as he reached over, plucking the penny from his hand. Letting his eyes slip shut, Carlos held the penny up to his lips and silently mouthed his wish against it. Opening his eyes, he tossed the penny onto the ice, watching as it slid towards the middle. Carlos held Logan’s hand firmly in his own, hoping that his wish stayed true. Because after all, how were you supposed to wish for something you already had?
After arriving back in town, the pair stopped by the ice cream shop, grabbing some ice cream before heading back to the car. It was a little hard to drive while Logan was in the passenger seat, carefully and strategically lapping his tongue over his ice cream cone, making sure to catch every drop of the creamy dessert. Carlos had to force his gaze back on the gaze every time it would falter. The drive (the destination, Logan didn’t know) was about twenty minutes, leading them just out of town to a small field where their was a set up for a drive in movie.
“Wanna know a secret?” Carlos asked with a chuckle as they waited for the movie to start, glancing over at the cute brunette sitting in the passenger side.
“Yeah,” Logan whispered, nodding shyly.
“My weekends aren’t typically this eventful,” the Latino confessed, fearing that Logan would give him a hard time considering how much he had teased the boy for having such tame weekend activities.
Logan gasped suddenly, feigning shock as he met the other boy’s gaze. “No! Are you serious?”
“Ha, ha, ha,” Carlos fake laughed, nodding his head in understanding; he was expecting a similar reaction from the smart boy. “Yeah, very funny Logie.”
The little nickname made Logan grin instantly. It always did; it was something he couldn’t explain and that worried him a little. But he tried to ignore this anxiety, focusing instead on how much fun he was having with Carlos all day.
Nearing the end of their date, Logan was really reluctant to let it end. He felt like they’d only spent an hour or two together when in reality they literally spent all day together. Logan hypothesized that’s how it felt sometimes to really like someone. Every minute with them felt like barely a second, each second barely a fleeting moment in time. He wished it could last forever. Unfortunately, they were pulling up to his house, Carlos shutting the car off and quickly running around the front to open Logan’s door for him.
The smart boy thanked him shyly, making his way up to his porch. He smiled when he saw Carlos following behind him. Obviously he didn’t want this to end either. Suddenly, it all dawned on him. Dates usually ended in kissing. That’s why Carlos was following him up to his porch. In all honesty, he’d never kissed anyone before because he’d never found that special person who he liked enough to do such activities with. But now he did.
“I had fun,” Logan began quietly, averting his gaze to his shoes to avoid meeting Carlos’ sweet gaze. “Especially in the park. I loved your story about the fountain and how lucky it was and I’m really glad you got to make a wish and I hope that it comes true because that would really suck if it did and then it wouldn’t be lucky anymo-”
“Shorty?” Carlos interrupted him softly, gripping his chin loosely to tilt his gaze up.
“Yeah?” he breathed, shy, unsure gaze meeting Carlos’ sweet, fond one.
“Shut up so I can kiss you,” the Latino murmured, leaning in before the smart boy had time to react, sealing their lips together in a gentle, sweet kiss. It was simple, nothing pressing or fancy, just two boys expressing obvious feelings for each other. Despite how tame it was, both boys could easily feel the sparks flying between them. Logan’s heart pounded in excitement and nervousness, mind racing at a million thoughts per second. But when he felt Carlos’ gloved hands reaching up to softly cup his cheeks, he let his mind go blank and just enjoyed the feel of Carlos’ lips against his. Subconsciously, he leaned into the other boy, who easily kept him anchored. They pulled apart after a couple of minutes, both grinning from ear to ear.
“I guess that pond still is lucky.”
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: I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t had much time to do any writing. But I’m glad I was able to update this. I really like this chapter; for once it actually has more Cargan than Kames. I think you guys will really like this chapter too. Someone wanted to know what Carlos and Kendall’s tattoos were so this chapter addresses Kendall’s (and Carlos’ will be addressed later). Both of Kendall's lyric tattoos are taken from Taking Back Sunday songs. I googled some of their lyrics and found ones that were relevant. It was oddly easy to find ones. Review and let me know what you guys think!
“I feel bad for just leaving him there,” Logan confessed softly from the passenger seat of Kendall’s car (which the blond had let them borrow for the day). The pair had spent a while lingering there, listening to Kendall talk to his deceased boyfriend and trying not to let it break their hearts.
“Whether he’s there or at home, wherever he is, all he’ll do is think of James,” Carlos answered knowingly, glancing over at the smaller boy, who wore a deep expression of empathy for the blond. Silence settled between them, leaving Logan’s hundreds of silent questions unanswered. He didn’t think this was the right time to ask these rather personal questions; besides, the day was supposed to be one of fun.
“So what’s on the agenda today?”
A smile tugged at Carlos’ lips. “It’s a surprise.”
Logan’s face scrunched up in obvious distaste. “I hate surprises,” he admitted, bottom lip jutting out in a pout.
“You’ll like this one,” Carlos insisted confidently, smiling over at the cute brunette in his passenger’s seat.
Logan found himself smiling at this promise, thinking that maybe this surprise wouldn’t be too bad.
Cold fingers traced inked skin, outlining every intricate pattern of ink. Dozens of tattoos covered his pale skin, each one telling a heart-wrenching story. Shaking fingertips ghosted over the cursive letters on the underside of his left arm. Tears filled his eyes as he finished tracing the S. He couldn’t help but trace over his other tattoos as well, reflecting on the ink under his skin. His fingertips jumped over to his other arm, his thumb brushing against the three names scripted on his wrist. Katie. Challen. Greggory. His sister, mom and dad; his family. This triplet of names on his wrist were the first tattoos he’d gotten. He’d gotten them shortly following his dad’s death when he was 15, after realizing that you had to cherish what you had before it was gone.
Just above that, on the middle of his forearm, was his crest. It was styled after a simple medieval shield, similar to the ones knights possessed during that time. It was shaded gray and in the middle was a bold K, for Knight. Further up, he had a chain inked around the top half of his forearm, cutting off just before wrapping all the way around. Just below the crease of his elbow, wrapped all the way around were lyrics, ones that had always resonated with him. It’s never bad enough to just leave or give up but its never good enough to feel right. Accompanying the tattoo of James’ name, he got this one after the brunette’s death too; after noticing how his life never seemed to feel right anymore. It was never enough to want to kill himself but he certainly didn’t enjoy living anymore.
Words scripted in a similar style ran along his chest, right over his heart, reading: Home is where you make it. He’d gotten this one for James too, inspired after the other boy expressed how much Kendall meant to him and how he’d always have a special place in his heart.
He’d wanted James to get a tattoo, not necessarily a matching one (though it would be awesome). He’d gotten quite close to beginning the brunette to get one, nothing big or flashy, just something, anything to mark him, just enough to protect him, just enough to keep him safe. He cursed himself every day since James’ death that he hadn’t been able to persuade the brunette. He didn’t do his job as his boyfriend. He had failed; he hadn’t protected James like he should of and it killed him on a daily basis.
Logan was fairly sure that he’d never blushed so much in his life. Back in Minnesota, he kept to himself a lot so he never actually developed feelings for someone before. But ever since he’d gotten to know the Latino boy, he found that was slowly changing. He was experiencing a lot of emotions that he’d never felt before and it scared him a bit. But he was starting to discover that he didn’t have to worry about that much.
Despite his hard, tough appearance, Carlos was an extremely nice, sweet boy. He made Logan feel safe too which was a good thing considering how intimidating their school was, especially for a small, innocent boy like him.
Whenever the Latino did something nice for him, Logan couldn’t help the heat that instantly rose to his face, staining his cheeks a deep pink. Whenever Carlos smiled at him, or held doors open for him or called him “shorty,” a nickname Carlos had used from the first day they met, despite how they were practically the same height. Carlos apparently didn’t care and Logan found he couldn’t really care, as long as Carlos meant it as an endearingly.
Logan smiled softly up at the other boy as he pulled the car door open for him, wearing a matching grin. He shut the door behind the smaller boy and pocketed his keys, leading them into the small diner for lunch. Without waiting to be seated, Carlos placed his hand on the small of Logan’s back, guiding him towards the very back corner. They both slid in to opposite sides of the booth and less than a minute later, a sweet middle aged woman was coming over to take their order. Her face seemed to widened as she saw them sitting there.
“Hey you,” she chirped towards the Latino, who in turn smiled sweetly at her. “I haven’t seen you ‘round here in a while.”
“I know,” Carlos sighed, putting on an apologetic smile. “Things have been tough these last few months.”
“I heard what happened,” she murmured sadly, “That’s so terrible. Challen tells me that Kendall’s not doing so well.”
Carlos nodded, as if not wanting to admit this statement to be true. “Yeah, he’s not. He’s taking it really hard. But who can blame him really?”
“Certainly not,” the woman answered, taking a notepad from her apron. “Let him know we’re all thinking about him. Now who is this cutie?”
Switching the subject to the bookworm seemed to instantly cheer the Latino up. “This cutie,” Carlos declared proudly, sorrow replaced with sudden joy. “Is Logan.”
“Well how come we haven’t seen him around here before?”
“He’s new in town,” Carlos informed her, matter-of-factly.
“Well welcome to town,” she said sweetly, “Now what can I get you two today?”
After lunch, the pair headed out of the diner, but not before their friendly waitress made Carlos promise to visit more often. Carlos had nodded eagerly, promising to do so. She turned to Logan and insisted he do the same. How sweet and kind this woman was put the biggest smile on the smart boy’s face. Somehow, this smile increased tenfold when Carlos promised that she would be seeing a lot more of the both of them in the future. The statement caused Logan’s cheeks to turn a light pink as he waved goodbye to the sweet waitress.
“C’mon,” Carlos said softly as they exited the diner, the Latino reaching back to grab Logan’s hand in his own. Even despite the cold weather, Logan could feel the warmth in his cheeks. “I wanna take you somewhere.”
The park was a short walk from the diner, only about ten minutes from the restaurant. Their fingers remained laced the whole time and Logan found it impossible to hate the freezing cold when he could feel Carlos’ warmth. Their pace slowed slightly as they entered the park, treading across the snow covered grass. In the distance, Logan could see an intricate fountain in the middle of the park. He smiled when he realized that’s exactly where Carlos was leading them.
Once they finally stood before it, Logan frowned when he realized that the water was frozen over. He frowned more when he realized that he really should’ve realized that sooner. He shoved these thoughts aside as he looked over at Carlos questioningly. What were they doing at this fountain if it was frozen?
Without a spoken question, Carlos began to speak. “My mom used to take him here all the time when I was little. I used to wonder how the fountain could be lucky if it was always frozen over. She told me that since it was always frozen, it was actually luckier than normal ponds. She said that the ice held more luck than normal water fountains and I was so little that I actually believed her. So now, every time I come, frozen or not, I throw in a penny, knowing that it’ll give me luck.” Logan listened intently as the Latino boy told his story, enthralled to know that Carlos trusted him enough to share such a fond story. “I actually haven’t done so since James died.”
Logan’s heart skipped a beat at this tragic announcement. He dug around frantically in his pocket until he finally found what he was looking for. He pulled out a single penny and handed it over to the Latino. “Here. Make your wish.”
A soft small tugged at Carlos’ lips as he reached over, plucking the penny from his hand. Letting his eyes slip shut, Carlos held the penny up to his lips and silently mouthed his wish against it. Opening his eyes, he tossed the penny onto the ice, watching as it slid towards the middle. Carlos held Logan’s hand firmly in his own, hoping that his wish stayed true. Because after all, how were you supposed to wish for something you already had?
After arriving back in town, the pair stopped by the ice cream shop, grabbing some ice cream before heading back to the car. It was a little hard to drive while Logan was in the passenger seat, carefully and strategically lapping his tongue over his ice cream cone, making sure to catch every drop of the creamy dessert. Carlos had to force his gaze back on the gaze every time it would falter. The drive (the destination, Logan didn’t know) was about twenty minutes, leading them just out of town to a small field where their was a set up for a drive in movie.
“Wanna know a secret?” Carlos asked with a chuckle as they waited for the movie to start, glancing over at the cute brunette sitting in the passenger side.
“Yeah,” Logan whispered, nodding shyly.
“My weekends aren’t typically this eventful,” the Latino confessed, fearing that Logan would give him a hard time considering how much he had teased the boy for having such tame weekend activities.
Logan gasped suddenly, feigning shock as he met the other boy’s gaze. “No! Are you serious?”
“Ha, ha, ha,” Carlos fake laughed, nodding his head in understanding; he was expecting a similar reaction from the smart boy. “Yeah, very funny Logie.”
The little nickname made Logan grin instantly. It always did; it was something he couldn’t explain and that worried him a little. But he tried to ignore this anxiety, focusing instead on how much fun he was having with Carlos all day.
Nearing the end of their date, Logan was really reluctant to let it end. He felt like they’d only spent an hour or two together when in reality they literally spent all day together. Logan hypothesized that’s how it felt sometimes to really like someone. Every minute with them felt like barely a second, each second barely a fleeting moment in time. He wished it could last forever. Unfortunately, they were pulling up to his house, Carlos shutting the car off and quickly running around the front to open Logan’s door for him.
The smart boy thanked him shyly, making his way up to his porch. He smiled when he saw Carlos following behind him. Obviously he didn’t want this to end either. Suddenly, it all dawned on him. Dates usually ended in kissing. That’s why Carlos was following him up to his porch. In all honesty, he’d never kissed anyone before because he’d never found that special person who he liked enough to do such activities with. But now he did.
“I had fun,” Logan began quietly, averting his gaze to his shoes to avoid meeting Carlos’ sweet gaze. “Especially in the park. I loved your story about the fountain and how lucky it was and I’m really glad you got to make a wish and I hope that it comes true because that would really suck if it did and then it wouldn’t be lucky anymo-”
“Shorty?” Carlos interrupted him softly, gripping his chin loosely to tilt his gaze up.
“Yeah?” he breathed, shy, unsure gaze meeting Carlos’ sweet, fond one.
“Shut up so I can kiss you,” the Latino murmured, leaning in before the smart boy had time to react, sealing their lips together in a gentle, sweet kiss. It was simple, nothing pressing or fancy, just two boys expressing obvious feelings for each other. Despite how tame it was, both boys could easily feel the sparks flying between them. Logan’s heart pounded in excitement and nervousness, mind racing at a million thoughts per second. But when he felt Carlos’ gloved hands reaching up to softly cup his cheeks, he let his mind go blank and just enjoyed the feel of Carlos’ lips against his. Subconsciously, he leaned into the other boy, who easily kept him anchored. They pulled apart after a couple of minutes, both grinning from ear to ear.
“I guess that pond still is lucky.”