Chapter 1
"James! Heads up!" shouted Carlos as he tossed a football at James.
Kendall cringed in horror as the football flew through apartment 2J. James lunged across the table to catch the flying ball, which upset every single dish on the table. The dishes crashed to the floor and shattered into a hundred pieces.
"Guys!" exclaimed Kendall. "We can't do this in the apartment! My Mom will freak out if we break everything!"
"Well, we certainly can't do it outside because it's raining," stated James, "And I need to play football. It's my man calling and you always need to listen to those."
"Your man calling?" asked Kendall incredulously, rising an eyebrow in question. "What's a man calling?"
"A man calling is the urge to do something manly. You have to do what it urges you to do or you're not a man," declared James.
James tossed the football back to Carlos as Kendall winced once more.
"Just be careful..."
The football sailed through a vase on a nearby shelf before coming to a rest in Carlos's hands.
"...of my Mom's favorite vase," said Kendall, hanging his head.
Logan came into the room just then with his head buried in some kind of book.
"What are you reading Logan?" asked Kendall, trying to get his mind off of everything James and Carlos were breaking.
Logan brought his head up from the book and said, "It's called 'Getting Inside the Mind'. It's all about how the human brain works."
"Cool," said Kendall. "And what have you learned so far?"
"Logan! Kendall!" shouted James over his shoulder. "Drop the educational talk! Besides, I don't want to hear anything more about the brain for a long time. Swapping bodies is enough of getting inside someone's head for me, thank you very much!" James readied himself to catch Carlos's next toss. "Now, come play football with us and listen to your man calling!"
"Man calling?" asked Logan giving Kendall a look.
Kendall just shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes.
Carlos brought his arm back and got ready to throw the football to James. As he released the football, allowing it to fly through the air, it came crashing down, hitting James hard on the top of his head. James's eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he collapsed onto the floor.
"James!" screamed out Kendall and Logan in alarm, Logan throwing the book in his hands aside.
"And that's why I wear a helmet," stated Carlos patting the helmet on the top of his head a couple of times as Kendall and Logan bent down next to the unconscious James.
"Carlos!" exclaimed Kendall. "Not helping!"
Kendall gripped James and tried to wake him up. Logan was beside Kendall saying, "James! Can you hear me?"
James emitted a small groan as he started to come around. Kendall sighed with relief and helped him to sit up as his eyelids slowly came open. James looked from Kendall to Logan to Carlos, who had walked over and joined the group.
"Sorry about the football to the head," said Carlos sheepishly.
"Football to the head?" asked James.
"Oh no," said Logan. "What if he has amnesia?"
"Don't be silly," said Kendall. "He can't possibly have amnesia! Can he?"
"The bump to his head was pretty hard," commented Logan. "It's entirely possible."
"Well then, lets find out for sure," said Carlos.
Carlos immediately bent down and held up two fingers in front of James's eyes.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" asked Carlos.
James focused on Carlos's fingers for a second before groaning out, "Two."
"See! He doesn't have amnesia!" said Carlos satisfied.
"That doesn't disprove whether he has amnesia or not!" stated Logan irritated. Logan looked at James and asked, "Do you remember what your name is?"
"Yes," he moaned. "My name is James..."
"Phew," said Logan with a sigh of relief. "He doesn't have amnesia!"
"...James Maslow," he finished.
Logan, Kendall, and Carlos exchanged a look.
"Maybe I spoke too soon," said Logan.