AN: And here is Chapter 2. This story is also on DeviantArt under the name Jokerbug as well, so I get to upload a few chapters at the same time, which is pretty nifty.

James' POV

By the time we got back, we knew that we had loads of time before Kendall was going to return. Logan used it to his advantage as he went to write up some outline of what to say to Jo. We all knew that he would have to be careful with this. If she got mad, then it would be Logan's head on the line.

Carlos already wanted to go to the lobby, but I was able to convince him that I needed to freshen up first. There was no way I would be flirting with the girls in my work clothes.

I could hear Logan talking to Katie as I went to pick out my clothes. "Before you go help Gustavo, could you ask Mr. Bitters if anyone is moving in today? We need a plan and need to know who is moving in." Then the door to the apartment closed. I didn't know if she was going to help or not.

I ran my lucky comb through my hair as I stared at my options. I decided to go simple as I pulled out a white t-shirt with graffiti designs on it and a pair of tight blue jeans. Of course all my jeans were tight, it was the trend now of days.

When I had gotten dressed, my phone went off. I looked at the text message with a grin, "Katie got names! And some background information!" It didn't take long for Carlos and Logan to come into my room. They both looked at me as if I knew the answer to solve all of their problems. That actually could describe the situation. I only had the answers for our Gustavo problems though.

"Well? What did she say?" Logan asked after a few moments of silence. He was definitely on edge about this whole thing. I couldn't blame him, I wanted to know just as badly.

So maybe I hadn't read the text fully before they got into the room. "She says," I began as my eyes scanned the little screen on my phone, "there's only two people moving in today. There's Robert Craven and Kensington Rosewood." I looked up to see if the guys were really listening. "I call dibs on Kensington!" I had to call it before Carlos said anything. This was my chance to prove Kendall wrong.

"Why do you always get the girl? I also need a chance to get the girl," Carlos started, but Logan just cleared his throat. I could tell Logan just wanted to information before we started fighting.

"The girl wants to be an actress. The dude wants to land a job as a musician. Well, he sounds like the guy." It was so obvious that I doubted anyone would question it.

Then, of course, Logan had to open his mouth. "Unless Hawk told his song writer to deny being a song writer. It could be a cover up so that no one would think she is a song writer. You have to remember that not all musicians are song writers. I know that I wasn't much help at writing 'Oh Yeah'." He may have made sense with that one. Well it seemed like I would have to get her to slip up if she was pretending. Though I just had this feeling that Hawk might not be as smart as Logan.

"You were a really big help. I mean you were so convincing as a girl." I deserved the angry look Logan gave me as my easy grin slid into place. I didn't want to keep at it with this planning. It mostly had to do with two reasons; I couldn't stay serious for too long and it kind of made me feel bad that I might end up using some girl to help Gustavo.

The second feeling quickly left as I dodged the pen that went flying for my head. The shocked expression I had must have been the reason Carlos and Logan started laughing. It must have been one of those pens that Logan kept on him for whatever reason.

"Let's go James! We have people to meet!" Carlos was almost too excited about this. He always loved meeting new people. The good thing was how catchy his excitement was. I started feeling it, starting with my stomach, as I tried to imagine what these two people would be like. Where would they be from? Would they even like them? I knew the answer to the second question; of course they would. What wasn't there to like about them? They were the most sociable pair at the Palm Woods.

I couldn't even grasp at how awesome we were when Carlos grabbed my hand to drag me out of the room. I combed my hair with one hand as Logan gave us a look. I couldn't really put my finger on the expression, but the closest thing I could come up with was jealousy.

By the time I started trying to figure it out, Carlos had us at the elevators. I was probably wrong anyways, it wasn't like there was anything to be jealous of. Well, except that I got to talk to a girl while he got to talk to Jo. I was so glad I wasn't him. We never knew how Jo would react to anything. She was way too unpredictable for anyone's own good.

Carlos was getting impatient as we got into the elevator. He was practically bouncing off the walls. Okay, he was just bouncing on the balls of his feet as he watched the numbers. Sometimes I wondered if the stairs would have just been faster.

We still didn't even exchange words as the doors opened and we were in the lobby. Carlos went to sit down while I took a direct approach and went to talk to Mr. Bitters. Maybe he could give me more information than Katie could. "Mr. Bitters, sir." I tried going for the kiss up approach.

Mr. Bitters just gave me this bored look, he probably already knew why I was there. "Save it Diamond. Katie told me the whole story. They just checked in and went to get their bags. They will be back shortly. You can go wait with your other hockey punk. You'll know them when you see them." It was unusual for him to put up any fight. I would have to thank Katie for whatever she said for him to not put up any fight

I went to sit with Carlos, he was jut pulling out his Helmet Monthly to read while we waited. I sighed, that was not the way to get a girl. I leaned over and snatched the magazine from him, "Focus Carlitos. We need to figure out what we are going to do. I need to have the girl on my own for me to pull out my charm."

Carlos took the magazine back, "Rude!" He stashed it back in his pocket and his helmet was on his head. He patted it twice with a grin, knowing I couldn't do anything about his helmet. "You talk to the girl and I'll talk to the guy. That way they are separated." He sounded like it would be that simple. I knew from my luck that it wouldn't be.

It wasn't that I was bad at talking to girls. Actually talking to girls was the easiest thing in the world, but my luck since coming to the Palm Woods was very bad. Girls just didn't appreciate the Diamond charm as much as they did in Minnesota.

Carlos waved a hand at me and pointed to someone coming into the lobby. I didn't recognize him, so that was a good sign. It took a real good look at him. All I could really say was that he was kind of scrawny. I'd have to say he was, at most, Carlos' height. Over one shoulder, he had a duffel and a guitar case over the other. In each hand was a rolling suitcase. You would think that someone as scrawny as him couldn't handle all of that luggage, but apparently he could. Maybe his scrawniness had to do with his clothing. He did wear baggy jeans and a long sleeved, red plaid shirt. The shirt was open to reveal a black t-shirt and the sleeves were rolled up. There were leather bracelets on each wrist.

Then his head turned to look over at us, well it was probably just to look around the lobby. I swear I had to do a double take to make sure this was really a guy. Not only was he scrawny, but he also had a really soft square jaw. The shape of his lips didn't really help much. The bottom one had a slight natural pout, which was thinner than his full top lip. It also looked like he didn't get much sun, with how he was a little on the pale side.

My attention went away from his guy as soon as I saw who followed. At first she was hidden behind a baggage cart, which was stuffed high with suit cases. It was no surprise with how small she was. She was easily shorter than Carlos by at least an inch or two. My eyes may have gone to her round bottom at first, but they flicked up to her face. Carlos must have seen what I was looking at, he had started laughing a little.

Carlos went off to the guy and I took this time to fix my hair as I used my swagger walk as I ventured toward who I thought was Kensington. I gave my charming smile, which only grew when I was up close to her. "Hey, I haven't seen you around here before. I'm James Diamond, you know, from Big Time Rush."

Her large, pale green eyes looked towards me, which was a nice contrast against her naturally tanned skin. Her sandy blonde waves only completed this beachy look that she had. Even her clothing helped the look. She had on little short shorts and a peach, pleated baby doll top. I could completely picture her laying on the beach and soaking up the sun.

"I don't think I've heard of you. Though, I'm Kensington Rosewood. My friends call me Kensey." I almost couldn't register her words as I stared at her full bottom lip move as she talked. These were perfect lips for kissing. They turned into a frown, which distracted me enough to look back at her.

"Well, now you know of me. Would you like some help with your bags, Kensey?" I didn't know what it was that I said that made her raise her brow. Maybe I was trying too hard? No, there was no such thing as trying too hard to impress a girl.

My question was soon answered, "I said my friends call me Kensey." Ouch, strike one. I didn't remember strikes hurt your ego this bad. "I'm sure I can get this to the fourth floor." Her expression didn't sound as hopeful as her words. She was small and there were a lot of bags.

I kept my grin in place, even though I felt like this chance may pass up in the matter of seconds. "Think of me as the Palm Woods welcome committee. So I have to help you with your bags, Kensington." I made sure to emphasis her name this time. I was not going to make the mistake of using her nickname a second time.

There was no mistaking the smile that she gave me. I was reeling her in, I had to be. I knew there was no resisting the Diamond charm. "I don't know..." she looked as if she was thinking it over. "Could you even push the cart?" She had to be teasing me. There was no way she could be seriously questioning my strength.

I decided to play the cool card and lean against the luggage on the cart. "I'm sure I could." I gave the bags a lazy look. "They don't look tha-"

I couldn't even finish my sentence as I realized that I must have put too much weight on the luggage. I went falling and Kensington let out a little gasp. Before I landed I knew this was strike two.


Logan's POV

When my friends left, my brain started working at a faster pace than normal. I didn't even know how to begin to talk to Jo about what was going on. I couldn't really just flat out tell her to back off. Then she would go and tattle to Kendall.

This whole situation was so stressful. Every plan I tried to come up with ended with Jo telling Kendall and him hating me. There would be no reason for me to even do this if Kendall would hurry up and get over her. I really couldn't start thinking that. I was supposed to be the one that was patient as my friend healed his heart.

I still had no clue what to do when I heard the familiar opening music to 'Worldwide'. That was Kendall's ring tone for Jo. I thought he had his cell phone with him.

I followed the tone to the room him and James shared. It took a bit of searching, but I found the phone between Kendall's bed and the table next to it. The thought of him falling asleep waiting for Jo to call crossed my mind, but he couldn't be that desperate to hear from her.

Jo's picture was on the screen as the tone continued to ring. I decided I should answer it and figured I could just tell her that Kendall forgot it in the apartment. That idea quickly left as I pushed the answer button.

Jo's face popped up on the screen. She was looking off and laughing, "Stop it Jack! I'm on the phone!" She made a kissy face to whoever Jack was before realizing that her phone stopped ringing. "Oh Logan!" She truly did look surprised.

Her surprise almost rivaled mine at what I witnessed. "Hey. Kendall forgot his phone at home." The lame words just fell out of my mouth without much emotion to them. I probably disliked Jo just as much as James did within an instant. "Who's Jack?"

Jo was able to compose herself enough to smile and try to wave the subject off. "Oh him, he's just my boyfriend. Kendall knows about him." She acted as if it was nothing, but there was no way this was nothing.

This would explain why Kendall was taking the whole Jo thing a bit harder recently. I had no idea why he just didn't tell us. We wouldn't exactly know how to cheer him up, but it would have helped. "He never told us..." I didn't know what else to tell her.

"See? It really isn't important if he didn't think to tell you guys." If she wasn't a girl and was in the room, I might have hit her as she laughed a bit. This was not how I envisioned this conversation to go. There were so many things wrong with what was going on.

I knew I had to end this now. There was going to be no beating around the bush like I wanted. There would be no being gentle, much like I wanted to do. Sorry Carlos, but I don't care about her feelings right now. "Stop talking to Kendall. Don't call or text. Don't even e-mail him."

Her nervous laugh stopped when she noticed the change in my tone. I wasn't playing around and she probably didn't like it. This was one of my best friends she was playing. "I don't think Kendall would like that."

I almost expected her to pull that card on me. It didn't matter if he hated me after this, I had to stop whatever game Jo was playing at. "And I don't think you would like any Internet rumors." I knew blackmailing was bad and I knew just how much trouble I would get in. I wasn't old enough to get put in jail, but I could still get in a lot of trouble.

Of course, Jo probably didn't know just how open I made myself to a simple no. She was more concerned with what I could say about her. "He'll be mad if he never hears from me."

What point she did have wasn't important. I could work around that when I needed to. Though this confidence I had quickly faded. She was right and I didn't have anything to say about it. It was kind of like I was stuck.

She could tell as she smirked. I didn't like that smirk, I never did. Actually it was James that never liked it, but I jumped on the bandwagon. "He'll also think it is suspicious."

I shook my head, I couldn't let her win. My competitive side was coming out as my brain started working again, grasping for something to say. "E-mail him that it is getting busy with shooting and that you won't be able to call him for a while. I'm sure he will understand." I wasn't so sure about that, but it had to work.

I didn't even get an answer from her, just a blank screen. I didn't know if she would do what I asked. It worried me that I couldn't guess the outcome of the conversation.

I was about to call Jo back when the door to the bedroom opened, "Hey, what are you doing?" I turned towards the familiar voice.

AN: I ended this one on a cliffhanger because if I added Jame and Kendall, this chapter would have been way too long. So any comments, questions, concerns; ask/tell away!