A/N: I've been planning this for awhile but I never got around to it. Sorry. But now it's here! Tada!
Disclaimer: raawr. Own nothin' at all, dudez.
James vs. The Spork
James's eyes darted around the room. "Guys, we do not need an intervention."
Kendall grabbed his backpack. "Good because I am lee-ving." He slammed the door to the apartment shut behind him.
"INTERVENTION!" screeched Carlos, grabbing a spork from the drawers in the kitchen and then running off to find a very small but strong black napkin and a pretty yellow and gold marker thing.
Logan worked on wrestling James to the ground. Or at least into the couch so that he would hold still. "YOU WILL LISTEN!"
"NO I SHALL NOT!"
"INDEED YOU SHALL!" He tried to bind James's hands with his own hands, which really didn't work too well. James kept on squirming beneath him and none of this was working.
And where the heck did Kendall have to go on a Thursday?
"JAMES VERSUS THE SPORK!" yelled Carlos, jumping back into the room. He was armed and prepared. "JAMES, BE BATMAN!"
The model wannabe ran off, finally released from Logan's not so deathly death grip, heading towards his room so that he could change into a Batman suit.
Carlos bent the fork's two middle prongs back so that it looked like Batman. Then he colored the Batman logo on the napkin with his special sparkly marker pen thing that was gold and beautiful.
James jumped out of his room again and this time was wearing a Batman suit. "YES! I HAVE BEATEN THE SPORK!"
"NOT YET!" shouted Logan.
"WELL CAN THE SPORK DO… THIS?" James started moving his body, his abs seeming to dance on his stomach.
Both Carlos and Logan's eyes narrowed. They whirled around and worked on trying to bend the spork in multiple ways. When the turned back to face their friend, it was bent so that it had abs now. "TAKE THAT!" they hollered in unison.
James's lips pursed in thought. "That sucks."
"NOW TAKE THIS!" They threw the spork out the window, watching it spiral down towards the streets below, the cape catching in the wind.
His eyes narrowed now, focus trimming the edges of his intense gaze. "Okey-doke."
"Wait… what?" asked Logan. "You're going to…"
"JAMES, NO! BAD DOG! BAD BAD BAD DOGGIE!" Carlos grabbed his baseball bat and began beating James rapidly with it. "DOGGIES DON'T JUMP OUT WINDOWS!"
"THEY'RE THROWN OUT WINDOWS!" corrected Logan loudly. He grabbed James's legs.
Carlos grabbed his arms.
They threw him out the window in one swift movement.
It was a good thing Kendall made a great target and landing pad or else James could've gotten seriously hurt…
Kendall wound up in the hospital for about a week. No biggie.
A/N: sorry. Just more randomness since u guys seemed to enjoy my last Big Time Rush fic… pleaaasssseeee review!
~Sky