Left Out - Jaylos/Jarlos - Disney's Descendants

Left Out

A/N: I WATCHED THE DESCENDANTS TWICE IN TWENTY FOUR HOURS AND I AM OBSESSED WITH JARLOS/JAYLOS. The fanfiction count is slowly building and I'm so glad to add mine to it. Honestly, I was kinda putting off this, but I'm really proud of it. I apologize if Jay and Carlos are a bit out of character. Enjoy! :)

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Jay has always been the odd man out.

It's not his fault, really. It was just the way he was brought up. Hell, even his father, Jafar was one of the more mellow villains (that is, compared to Maleficent and a side effect of his old age). Cruella, the Wicked Queen, and Maleficent were always raving on about how they planned to overthrow the fairy godmother, but Jafar was content so long as shade was thrown in the process (he was always in the mood for a good burn).

Anyways, moving on, back to Jay.

His stealing problem, in reality, is no issue compared to his low self-esteem. It's advertised scarcely, not even his three best friends know much about it.

In fact, they were adding to the problem.

Jay loved his friends at the bottom of his frozen heart. He knew they loved him, too. But he just never felt... Part of their group.

It was something that had been shoved in his face for the past years. Tiny things, mostly, like how the sidewalks in Auradon Prep fitted only three people, leaving Jay to trail behind them.

Sometimes, it was much more obvious and it hit close to home. Just like right now.

Jay tries to relax on his bed with his eyes closed. He just got back from the fateful mission, trying to steal the fairy godmother's wand. Jay had just wanted to prove himself, that he wasn't good for nothing, to impress his friends. It backfired terribly and he's pretty sure Mal's still annoyed.

"Jay, you still awake?" His roommate, Carlos, asks.

He opens one of his eyes to look at his best friend. "Yeah, only 'cause I can feel you staring at me."

Carlos snorts. "We both know it's not because of that."

There's silence. Jay isn't an idiot, he knows what Carlos is implying. He just doesn't want to delve into it.

"You know it wasn't your fault, right?" Carlos says, quieter than his normal volume.