Just Wanna Be With You (Carlos)

C5: Test Run

"How about noooow?" He asked, removing his shirt.

"Carlos. Come on," I argued, sitting down on the couch.

"Why not? Do you...do you not love me or something?" he said, looking hurt.

"You know that's not true," I whispered, shaking my head.

"Then why? A minute ago we were talking about running away and having kids. You know how kids are made, right?"

"Of course I do. I don't want kids NOW!"

"Well....think of this as a test run."

"Just drop it," I said, turning away from him.

"I won't drop it, because I want to know what you have against me."

"I don't have anything against you! Okay? I love you so so so so SO much and you can't just be okay with that! Why is that not good enough for you?" I asked, a tear running down my cheek. I tried to stay strong, I wanted too, but I couldn't help cry at the thought of it all. I heard my words as I said them and realized how true they were.

"That's not it at all! I just think we're ready for this." He didn't comfort me, he didn't wipe away my tears, he just sat there doing nothing.

"YOU'RE ready for this," I corrected.

"Why aren't you?"

"Why ARE you?"

"Because I love you," he whispered.

I smiled. Maybe Carlos wasn't some sex-driven 18 year old. Maybe he was just crazy in love with me. And I was crazy in love with him. And come to think of it, why wasn't I ready? What made me not want him? Thinking about all these things made me realize how much I did want him. Now. I practically jumped on him and started kissing him. He wrapped his arms around me, kind of surprised, and kissed me back.

"I love you, too," I said between kisses. Carlos said nothing in return, but I could feel him smile.

All of a sudden everything went black.

I heard a familiar voice speak. "Fucking idiots," he mumbled.

Why couldn't I remember who the voice belonged to?

Who ever it was hit me with something heavy over my head.

"STOP IT! STOP!" I screamed, but he just hit me harder.

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I opened my eyes hazily and rubbed my head. I felt a bump on the top where my kidnapper had hit me. I didn't have a bag over my head anymore, so I could see, but my vision was a little blurry. I could tell that I was in a car and that we were moving an that my other hand was strapped to the ceiling of the car and my seatbelt was really tight.

"Hey baby," I heard a seductive yet creepy voice say. I turned to face the driver's seat to see who the kidnapper was.

My vision was still blurry, but there was no mistaking that this was my ex, Harry.

"Harry! What the fuck?" I asked, struggling to undo my restraints.

"We're going to Vegas!" he exclaimed.

He put a pair of sunglasses on me with his free hand and I looked in a mirror only to saw 'Future Bride' written on the lenses.

Future bride, my ass. I threw the glasses in the back seat.

"And we're gonna have an amazing honeymoon. With the money we save from not having a real wedding, I'm taking us to The Bahamas!" Harry smiled at me, probably expecting me to be excited.

"Can't take me anywhere if I strangle you first," I mumbled.

"You try anything on me, and I'll shoot you."

"Good. I'm glad. I'd rather be dead than married to you."

Harry shot me a half-pleading/half-mad look, but he just went back to driving.

"Take me back home," I demanded.

"Not gonna happen," he said, smiling a devilish smile.

I almost punched him, but then I remembered.

"Wh-where's Carlos?" I asked shakily.

"That guy you were on top of?" He asked, an angry look on his face. I could see a vein popping out of his forehead in anger. I nodded. "We won't have to worry about him anymore." Harry smiled.

"Where is he?" I screamed. Harry didn't answer. "Harry! I swear to god if you killed him-"

"Relaaaax. He's not dead."

I sighed a sigh of relief.

"-Yet."

"Yet? HARRY! What are you gonna do to him?" I tried to take the wheel and swerve it off the road but he slapped me.

"He deserves to die. He came in between us."

"There was never an 'us', Harry. I never liked you!"

I tried to undo the seatbelt but it wouldn't work. I tried to pull as hard as I could, but that sucker was not coming undone anytime soon.

"What'd you do to this thing?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said too fast.

"Give me a fucking answer. Where the hell is Carlos?" I was so close to using my free hand to punch him.

"Relax," Harry said with a calm tone of voice. "He's back there!" He motioned to the back seat.

And what do ya know? Carlos was laying there, unconscious, hands and feet tied up and mouth gagged.

Thank god.

"HARRY! Is he alive?" I wanted so much to cry but I knew that's just the excuse Harry needed to kill Carlos.

"Probably," he said, no change of tone. Still relaxed, calm, as if everything's normal.

I checked to make sure Carlos's chest was moving. It was. I breathed a sigh of relief and Carlos opened his eyes. I could see the look of terror in them.

"Can I take the freaking gag out of his mouth?" I begged.

Harry looked back at Carlos and nodded. I untied the bandana and threw it out the window.

"Hey," I said, reaching back as far as I could to kiss him. He kissed me but i could tell he was still frightened.

"Wh-where are we?" Carlos stuttered.

"We're in-" I started.

"SHUT UP," Harry screamed, obviously aimed towards Carlos.

"I can't even tell him what you're evil plan is?" I asked, angry.

"There's nothing evil about love, baby." He kissed my cheek and I slapped him. A huge mistake.

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A/N

Shit just got real.

Sorry for all the language in this chapter..it felt needed.

Hope I didn't offend anyone. :P

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