A/N: So this idea popped into my mind and I decided to share it on ff. So it's about Jo, Camille, Kendall, Logan, James and Carlos getting locked up in a store during the night. To pass time they start telling personal stories about themselves nobody knew.

The first part of the story is in a normal POV, after that the story will be in the POV of the person who's telling his or her story at the moment. It'll be six chapters long, one for every person.
I'm sorry about the crappy beginning, but that's because I needed an introduction.

Enjoy and please review!

'What about this one?' Jo reached for a black and blue top and showed it to Camille, who looked enthusiastic about it.

'Nice! Do they have that one in pink, too?' Camille walked over to Jo and searched for it. Not even ten minutes later she had found it, tried it on and bought it. Now she was just waiting for Jo to finish already.

'Hey, ladies!' James appeared out of nowhere, smiling to Camille and Jo, followed by Kendall, Logan and Carlos.

'What are you doing here? It's almost closing time! Besides, it's a girl's shop!' Jo said, but she smiled anyway.

'Ah, aren't you happy to see us?' Carlos grinned. 'Nah, we just saw you in the shop when we were walking by and we decided to say hi!'

'Nice,' Camille, who joined everyone, as she had found another top to fit on, in the changing rooms.

They were having fun, so much fun they totally forgot about the time. They heard an employee yelling through the store, to find out if there was still someone in.

'Hide!' Carlos whispered as he forced everyone to hide in the changing rooms. Someone walked by, but didn't notice the six people who were hidden in the changing rooms.

Suddenly all the lights were turned off and they heard a loud 'click' as someone locked the door.

'They didn't lock us up, did they?' Camille got out of her changing room, but she couldn't see where she was looking and bumped into Logan, which caused her to fall. Logan helped her up. 'I think they did.' He said.

'Hello?' Kendall yelled through the store. No answer. 'HEL-LO?'

'Stop it, Kendall, no one hears you,' Jo grabbed his arm to keep her from falling too. She got her cell phone out of her pocket, but she had no bars. They couldn't call anyone and no one could hear them.

'I'm bored…' Carlos yawned as he was lying on the floor. 'Do something about it.'

'This was all YOUR idea, remember?' James hissed, angry about the fact he couldn't take a shower.

'Whatever… Tell me a fun story…' Carlos rolled on his belly.

'Hey, wait a sec,' Kendall said. 'That's a good idea. Everyone has to tell a secret about his- or herself. Something no one knew.'

'Okay,' Carlos yawned again. 'Who wants to begin?'

Everyone sat down in a little circle. Carlos picked up a pebble. 'Whoever I hit goes first.'

Everyone started to protest, but Carlos threw it anyway, hitting Jo on her forehead. 'Ouch! Carlos, idiot!' She chuckled. 'Okay, I'll start.'

JO

'Okay…' I chuckled, I had no idea which part of my life was interesting enough to tell my friends about. The part they didn't know yet, I mean. 'Umm…'

'Come on, Jo,' Kendall grinned. 'I know you can think of something to tell us.'

'Yeah, Jo!' Carlos moved a little closer. 'I bet you have tons of girly secrets you'd like to tell.'

'You know…' James said, and I could feel his eyes looking at me, though I couldn't see it. 'I've always wondered what you think about your parents…'

I started blushing and, or so it felt, my cheeks were flaming red. Thank god they didn't see anything.

'So we've got our story!' Carlos grinned and I heard him rolling on his back. 'Tell us!'

I sighed, I knew I wasn't going to get away without telling that story. So I decided not to protest about it and just tell it. I mean, hey, maybe the others had personal stories like this too. Worth a shot.

'You wanna know about my parents… how I think about them? Well, I truly love them.' I started, Carlos moaned. This wasn't what he expected, so I chuckled. 'No, I mean it. I really do love them, but sometimes I just wish… Wait, let's start from the beginning of.'

Kendall leaned on his elbows and I felt that he was looking at me, waiting for me to begin my story.

'It all started several years ago… I was just a kid, and they decided that I should go on a special school for musicians. The problem was, they wanted me to play the piano, but I wanted to sing. I didn't want to disappoint them, though. So I learned how to play the piano perfectly and I signed up for that school. They rejected me, and both me and my parents were broken about it. It was my dream to go to that school and –'

'Wait,' Carlos interrupted me, he expected something juicier, I could hear it by his voice. 'Was it your dream or was it your parents' dream?'

Darn, I hoped no one would notice that.

'Theirs,' I whispered. 'I wanted to sing, I told you. But I didn't want to disappoint them. After several fights – they accused me of not playing my best because I wanted to sing – they decided to let me sing. And now I'm here, at palm woods. The reason why I wanted to sing was because I love singing, but my parents only want me to make career. They don't care if I like it or not, they just want me to become famous.' I sighed and looked out of the windows. There was nothing to see since it was all dark in the shop.

'Continue, Jo, it's okay.' I felt Kendall moving a little closer. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. I felt like my head was like a tomato, and I couldn't be more thankful that it was pitch black in the shop and no one could see me blushing.

'Well… Kendall, you know how they are, right? Nothing should be in my way of becoming famous. The problem is that I want to sing because I like it. I don't even want to be famous. I'm afraid of losing my friends, and, yes, family.'

'We are your friends right?' Camille asked. 'You won't lose us.'

'No, because you want to be famous too. I meant my friends back home.'

'I understand…' Camille sighed. She probably had the same thing too, I thought. 'Continue,' she said.

'It's not that I don't want to be famous, don't get me wrong. I really want to be famous, because I truly hate my regular life – because my parents keep pushing me to do stuff I don't want to do. I'm not afraid of losing my friends because I'm getting famous, I'm afraid of losing my friends because my parents won't let them stand in my way.'

I heard Kendall gasping, though I bet no one could hear it, but me because I was sitting right next to him. We were still holding hands and I squeezed his gently before I let go. Because we were thinking about the same thing.

'Kendall…' I turned to him, though it didn't matter because it was all dark, but it was just the idea. I imagined the two of us were alone and blurted it out before I could change my mind: 'I really like you.'

Silence. I heard Kendall gasping again – and again, no one but me could hear him, and I felt him moving a little closer, though he didn't say anything.

Before he could react – which I was really afraid of since I didn't want to be rejected – I continued my story. 'So, when I started dating Kendall – '

'You were actually dating?' Camille interrupted my story again. 'Man, you gotta tell me everything when we get out.'

I chuckled. 'Anyway, my parents found out and I wasn't allowed to see you anymore.' This was meant for Kendall only, not for the others and to my surprise they didn't react. They understood, though I heard someone slapping someone, and I heard Carlos moan in a low voice.

'Jo…' Kendall whispered, and Carlos and James – who were in a little fight after James had slapped Carlos – stopped to hear Kendall talking. 'It's okay,' he said. 'If you want it, you have to do it. No matter what they say, right? I mean… the most important thing is that they see you happy, right? Then who cares if you date the guy you want and who cares if you want a day off? You just gotta learn to stand up against them, and if you want I'll help you.'

'Thanks, Kendall…' I whispered back, not aware of Camille, James, Logan and Carlos, who were still listening to us. 'That really means a lot to me…' Suddenly I heard Carlos shouting and yelling, which made me painfully aware of his present. And then again, I was happy no one could see me blushing.

'Are you finished?' Camille asked. I nodded, but remembered she couldn't see me. 'Yeah.'

'I wish we had some light…' Logan sighed. 'I bet none of you have candles and a lighter, right? Then I guess we'll just have to stay in the dark… Does anyone know the time?'

I got my phone – which had still no bars – and checked the time. 'It's 2 AM.' I heard Carlos yawning.

'Don't fall asleep, Carlos,' I heard James smacking Carlos' head again. 'If we fall asleep and they'll find us tomorrow we're so going to be in trouble…'

'Stop smacking me already,' Carlos growled and I heard they were wrestling a little, Carlos probably wanted to slap him back.

'SHUT IT, you two!' Kendall yelled and they stopped fighting, according to the sounds. 'Now, who's next?'

'Let's follow the circle. Jo was first and I'm sitting next to Jo. I'll go.' Camille said.