"And depending on his mood, you may or may not be fired!" Gustavo yelled, and if he wasn't so angry, he would grin as he watched Kendall flinch.
"But Gustavo-" Kendall replied, stepping closer with his hands in his pockets.
Gustavo didn't give him a chance to speak any further. He drew a hand from his chair's armrest, extending a hand and pointing an accusing finger at Kendall before screeching. "QUIET, YOU!"
Kendall threw his hands in the air, retreating, before stepping back one step.
"Do you know how angry Griffin is? And you're just taking it like it's nothing!"
Kendall shrugged, sighing.
Why is Gustavo so pissed, might you ask? Oh, that's simple my dear Watson, Kendall cursed in one of the songs Big Time Rush was singing. With such a large child audience, who wouldn't be mad? Gustavo certainly was. He was incredibly angry with Kendall for cussing, with Griffin for throwing a fit, with the rest of the band for not saying anything, but mostly he was mad at himself for going out of town. He knew it was a bad idea to go out of town and leave them with Freight Train and Kelly, especially while they're recording a new song. But your Mom only turns 60 once. Or 5 years in a row.
Speaking of Freight Train, a whistle sounding much like the aforementioned transportation vehicle vibrated throughout the room as he stumbled inside.
"You called, Gustavo?" Freight Train asked, tilting his head to the side and crossing his arms over his massive chest.
Gustavo nodded, swiveling around in his rolling chair and throwing a thumb back in Kendall's general direction. "Take him to the dungeon."
Kendall barked out a laugh, or rather, many laughs, rattling into a full-out chuckling session before finally calming down. "Seriously, Gustavo? That's lame."
Gustavo narrowed his eyes and gave Kendall a challenging gaze. "Oh, really?"
A/N: DUNNA DUNNA~ What will happen next? Please review.