Disclaimer: I don't own the show at all.
It was another glorious sunny day in Los Angeles and the boys were taking advantage of their freedom before Kelly would whisk them away to the prison known as Rocque Records. They were currently out by the pool, participating in their favorite sport, girl watching. So far, it was going the same as always, no girl wanted to talk to them.
They fell back in their lounge chairs, sighing deeply, giving up yet again on their mission. "Why don't any of the girls want a piece of me?" James asked, "Look at me. I'm pretty!"
The other three groaned in unison. "James, have you ever thought that you might not be the prettiest boy on the planet?" Logan asked, suppressing a groan.
James laughed out of disbelief. "As if anyone could be prettier than me. Come on now," he stated as he wildly gestured at his face.
"Maybe they think you're gay. I mean, you're in a boy band that you are constantly seen with and you obsess over your hair and you wear makeup. By your own choice." Logan stated.
"Hey, I'm worth it. So I take two hours every morning to get ready. Excuse me for looking nice. Doesn't mean I'm gay."
"Says the boy whose life goal it is to be pretty. Answer me this then. Why is your alter-ego a purple, bandana-wearing superhero?"
"BANDANA MAN IS AWESOME!" James exclaimed as he lunged towards Logan. Kendall quickly moved himself between the scared Logan and angry James, while Carlos attempted to grab onto James' shirt to pull him back.
"James, Logan's right. The bandanas might as well have sparkles on them. And it's purple. You have every color bandana known to man. What possessed you to pick purple?" Kendall said, trying to shield Logan from James who was trying to claw at him.
"Because," James said, struggling in Carlos' grip, "there aren't many purple superheroes out there."
"Maybe there's a reason for that," Logan said, cowering behind Kendall.
"That tears it!" James escaped from Carlos' grip and jumped towards Logan who was moving away from the anger directed at him. Kendall, still in the middle, attempted to restrain James once again. Carlos jumped on James' back in another attempt to restrain him, but it was useless, because the taller boy was also much stronger. Logan had retreated to behind the pool loungers, letting out a small shriek every time James got closer to him. Suddenly, a loud air horn sounded and the boys immediately stopped, wincing at the noise.
"We've got to head to the studio. It's important," Kelly said, making a motion for them to follow her.
"What's happening today? New song?" questioned Kendall.
"Music video?" James chimed in.
"Dancing with monkeys?" Everyone turned and looked at Carlos oddly. He just shrugged in response, like his suggestion was completely normal.
"No. Griffin's orders…," she stated, looking around. "Where's Logan?" Logan popped out from behind the pool lounger, still looking a bit frightened from before. She started to say something when Kendall interrupted.
"You're not telling us something."
"Kendall, we've got to go!"
"You always tell us, no matter how bad it is."
She groaned. "Fine. Griffin wants to drop you from the label and sign a new group. You all need to go defend yourselves. Happy now?"
"WHAT?!" the four yelled in unison.
The four boys burst into Gustavo's office, shouting all sorts of things at Gustavo, while Kelly slinked into the office behind them. Gustavo looked at them bizarrely and yelled one word, "DOGS!"
The boys stopped, waiting for Gustavo to continue yelling at them. "Now, dogs. I know you're upset, but Griffin controls us and I HATE THIS!" He slammed his hands down on his desk, causing a few of the gold records on the wall to fall.
Staring at the now blank spaces on the wall, Kendall spoke. "Why does Griffin want to get rid of us?"
"We don't know guys. All we know is that Griffin has come upon some new group that would better represent the company." Kelly said.
"Do you know who's going to replace us?"
Gustavo and Kelly shared a quick glance. "N-n-no," Kelly stumbled, "All we know is that they were one of the bands that weren't picked from the demos."
"I thought Mercedes convinced her dad that Vampirah wouldn't last?"
"Guys, it's not Vampirah. They've already been signed to a different label. It's one of the other four bands that weren't picked."
Kendall studied Kelly for a second, then gave a quick glance at Logan, who gave a slight nod of his head. "You know who the band is. Come on Kelly. You are still the worst liar of any of us." The boys looked at each other before staring Kelly down.
Kelly appeared to be ready to crack under the stares of the boys, when there was a knock at the door. She bounded over to the door, letting out a deep breath. One of Griffin's lackeys was at the door, ushering them towards the conference room, without so much as a word. Gustavo stomped out of his office as Kelly briskly walked to catch up to him. The boys just sat in the office, glancing at each other, with matching slumped shoulders. They filed out of the room, Kendall leading the group, heading towards the room where their dreams have almost died many times before.
The boys entered the room where they noticed Griffin sitting at the head of the table, Gustavo and Kelly standing a respectful distance behind him. That wasn't anything new to them. Instead, their focus was on the people to Griffin's left. A group that consisted of three boys and one girl that seemed to have the moody, angst-ridden teenager bit down. The two groups stared at each other, each set of eyes expressing the same desires. The girl shifted in her seat and side glanced at the boy sitting next to her.
"This is our competition?" she snickered, a smirk displayed across her face.
A/N: So it's been a really long time since I've written fanfiction, so I'm sorry if this story is a bit weird or the characters don't sound quite right. Also, I apologize for any weird mistakes that may occur because I didn't write this story in one sitting so it may have issues.