Big Time POV Switch

Carlos's POV: Alexa and Bail Money

*Carlos’s POV*

               Logan and Kendall went off to the band and I sat outside on a bench. I know we were sort of harsh on him, and honestly we should’ve have been-but we’ve all been under so much stress lately that this little incident wasn’t sitting well with us.

               I understood why James did what he did, don’t get me wrong, but at the same time I wish he would’ve controlled himself so that he would’ve ended up locked in jail.

               I shook my head to myself, I needed to clear my head. I pulled my iPhone 5 out of my pocket and called Alexa. “Hello?” she said. I smiled. She was so cute.

               “Hey babe,” I said.

               “Hey! How’s it going Los? I thought today was a family day, what’s going on?” she asked.

               “Yeah it’s a long story, and I’ll tell you later. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

               “You’re incredibly sweet,” she said.

               “Thanks babe, so are you,” I told her. I never really noticed before, but when Alexa and I flirt and act all cute our voices get to a sickening tone of ‘gag me this is so like a chick-flick’. I laughed at the thought because I knew we couldn’t help it and it was sort of a funny thing really.

               “Well I’ve got to go, on set and we’re filming soon. But It was great to talk to you baby. I love and miss you,” Alexa told me.

               “Alright,” I said, the smile in my voice so obvious. “Good luck on set sweetheart.” I hung up the phone feeling light hearted and much better about the situation.

               And at this time, Logan and Kendall pulled back into their previous parking space. “Back so soon?” I asked them when they stepped out of the car.

               “There was one of our banks like right down the road,” Kendall said with a chuckle.

               “And they just let you withdraw that much in cash?” I asked.

               “Yeah…um I don’t think they were supposed to let us,” Logan said.

               “Rushers?” I raised an eyebrow and smirked.

               “Yep,” Logan confirmed.

               The three of us walked back into the jail and up to the counter where an officer sat looking over some paper work. “We’re here to bail out a friend,” I told him.