Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I still do not own Big Time Rush. But, hey - everything happens for a reason.


Once Upon A Phone Call


Logan grinned widely from ear-to-ear. He had never felt so proud in his life that didn't involve anything that's academic, and he was happy to help a close friend. Of course he was never really a bragger. Logan was and still is the most humble human being out of the whole misfits clan. This time, however, he felt like proclaiming his victory to the world, mainly to show off to Kendall and James of this particular achievement. He thought that he deserved more credit than what was given, and he recognized their appalled faces the minute he rushed in the room, guessing that they were betting once again.

Katie Knight started to laugh. It became so bad that tears were actually falling down from her eyes. Of course Kendall and James never found it to be amusing but insulting. They thought they were the kings of society, especially when playing Sims. Apparently, Logan proved the two teenage boys wrong. They don't know how or what he did, but they wanted to find out. They weren't ready to give the crown of awesomeness to the rookie just yet.

"I don't believe you," James snapped at Logan, crossing his arms firmly across his chest.

"Prove it."

"She's coming here at two o'clock," Logan replied with a mischievous smirk. "Now, you better find yourself a valentine, James, because I don't recall you asking a girl to be yours for the past couple of hours."

James slumped, feeling defeated. He let out a long sigh, getting stumped. Logan did have a reasonable point. Out of the four of them, he should be the one to have a girl linked in his arms at all times. It was like a written law that everyone was expected to know. It was also like a simple mathematical equation that led to the one and only right answer.

Suddenly, his face lightened up. He remembered Elisabeth asking him earlier if he already had a date. He smiled, picturing her beautiful face and how gorgeous she looked. He sighed dreamily, anxiously anticipating for the night, as he made a mental list of what to do for this special holiday. James eventually frowned, however. He lied to the girl, and he had no idea how she would take it if he told her the truth. Would she hate him for turning him down and think that she was the last person he would want to spend time with? He thought about it more thoroughly, thinking about it carefully by placing himself in Elisabeth's shoes. James concluded that he wouldn't like that if someone he liked told him the exact same news to him. It'll cause a shattered heart.

Kendall chuckled slightly as he watched his one of his best friends go in deep thought. He had almost forgotten all about the bet, but he decided to let Logan have the fun, or at least for now. Besides, he was just glad that he didn't have to pay anyone for the matter since they both lost, and there was no alternation if something like this happened. Plus, it wasn't like they signed a contract, so it wasn't official.

"Kendall, why don't you go ask Jo to be yours before Jett does?" Katie reminded her big brother, completely turning a sharp curve to enter a new topic, as she rolled her eyes drastically.

Kendall and Jo called it off about two months ago, right before Christmas. Still, they were caught kissing under a mistletoe without any hesitation whatsoever. It was awkward for the others to watch since they all thought that the two lovebirds had no feelings for each other anymore. Obviously, they still do, and people honestly don't know what to do about it. Heck, they didn't even know what stage Kendall and Jo were in their relationship. Were they in the stage of "just friends" or "finding connection and slowly taking it one at a time"?

Kendall's eyes widened. He had totally forgotten about that. He then slapped himself on the forehead, practically telling himself to get in the zone. He was losing it today. "Gosh, Kendall. You're getting old..." he muttered under his breath, talking to no one in particular. He soon snapped his head to face his baby sister and smiled. "Thanks, Katie."

"Just go," she warned, ushering him to leave with both hands. She gestured to the door, sighing. Sometimes she didn't get boys and their minds.


"Carlos, are you ready yet?" Logan questioned his best friend for the fourteenth time in the past seven minutes. He groaned as he leaned harder against the doorframe that separated the bathroom with the kitchen area. He had been waiting for the Latino to finish changing, and he honestly never thought that Carlos would be the type of guy who cares about his looks. Usually, the Latino would just wing it.

Logan knocked on the closed and locked wooden bathroom door twice, waiting for a response. He got none. He sighed as he looked at his wristwatch. As of right now, everything was going as planned. If Carlos kept his pace at this rate, however, nothing will ever get done, and he'll have to reschedule his time with Camille again. He didn't want to do that because he recently called her to tell her what's up, and it took some serious persuasion to convince the girl. He knew she didn't like him tardy to their little innocent dates.

"Hurry up, please," he begged. He began to slam his head against the border, hitting it as if it was a pleasant attraction at a park.

Katie Knight suddenly peeked out of her bedroom, wearing a light pink dress that was about knee-length. She was also wearing silver heels that were about an inch-and-a-half tall. And as an accessory, she simply placed a golden heart locket around her neck, as a remembrance of her father and brother who had both brought her that for her sixth birthday. Luckily, Logan didn't notice her sneaking out, so she began to make her way to the exit by stepping to the sound of Logan's head thumping on the wall, trying her best to synchronize the two noises together.

So far, the little girl had taken five steps. Just three big ones to go until she has finally reached freedom.

Just then, a loud bang was heard on the other side of the bathroom door. Startled and concerned, Logan swiftly turned to the direction and started to pound on the door with clenched fists until Carlos responded.

Katie found this the perfect opportunity to make a run for it, so she did. At least she tried to, as a matter of fact, because the second she took another step, Logan screamed at her. Apparently, he knew her presence all along. He just didn't felt like showing it until now.

"If I let you go, Kendall is gonna kill me," Logan reminded the little girl, still banging on the wall.

Silence.

Logan freaked out, completely scared to death. He didn't want anything bad to happen.

"Carlos! Answer me!"

"I-I..." he heard Carlos faintly speaking through the other side, trying to make a comprehensible sentence. "Logan, I'm..."

"Oh, God. Man, don't make me call the cops. You know I would in a heartbeat if you don't explain to me what's happening in there!" Logan cried out, frowning. By now he had stopped beating the door. He glanced the rectangular wooden piece in front of him up and down, wishing that there was a secret to opening the lock. Of course he could easily pick on the lock, but he figured that he might be caught in an awkward situation.

Katie pleaded with her huge brown and round eyes, batting her eyelashes constantly to add to the effect. "Can I go now, Logie?"

"No!" erupted the teenage boy. He was too busy trying to settle things with Carlos right now.

"You suck," she teased with her arms crossed, throwing a fit. She stuck her tongue at him.

"Dude, open the door!" he demanded, slamming a fist. He practically punched the door in frustration.

"Logan, calm down," Carlos rang out, breathing hesitantly. "I'm fine, really. I was kicking my feet, and one of the shoes slipped and hit the wall... I-I c-can't do t-this... Too nervous and scared and afraid and stressed and..."

Logan relaxed, letting his arms drop to his shoulders. "There's nothing to be worried about. I'll be there for you, okay?" He then twisted in his position and quirked his eyebrows at the protesting girl. "Now, where do you think you're going?"

"Kyle asked me out for tonight... We're gonna go eat at Fatburger. Then we're gonna head out to a local arcade."

"Does Kendall know about this?"

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," she declared, smiling innocently. "Can I please go now?"

"Katie, Carlos and Peggy are coming with you guys," Logan replied with a smirk, ignoring her question. Pleased at her jaw dropping, he flashed a crooked smile. "You need chaperones."

"But—"

"Either you go with Carlos and his date, or I call Kendall and tell him that you're sneaking out without his permission... Which one do you want?"

Katie grumbled something under her breath, something about how Logan is practically invincible when it comes to negotiating. He is like the only one who she cannot manipulate in her hands. It wasn't fair, and she envied Logan's superior knowledge. "Fine, but we're not waiting."

And with that, she stormed out of their apartment, feeling upset. Still she stayed hopeful and planned to ditch the two teenagers one way or another.

Soon enough, the bathroom door swung open, and Logan fumbled backwards. He was leaning against it anyways. Luckily, Carlos caught him before he hit rock bottom. The Latino then helped Logan gain his balance before letting him go completely. And as Logan turned around to thank him, Carlos grinned proudly. But the second Logan saw what he was wearing, Logan gasped and went into total panic attack. For a person who took long to get ready, Carlos didn't even look clean. He was still in his white tank top and green-striped boxers. The only thing formal about him was that he had one dress shoe on.

Logan glanced around the room, wondering what the boy was doing the whole time. The clothes that Carlos was supposed to be in right now were hanging behind the door, unwrinkled, thanks to Logan's ironing. In the middle of the open bathtub was Carlos's other shoe, flipped over so that the heel was facing up. In disappointment, Logan slapped himself in the face as he shook his head in disbelief.

"Dude, are you kidding me?" He groaned. "You are hopeless!"

Carlos frowned. That's exactly what Kendall had said to him earlier in the day, so maybe he was hopeless.

Logan shook his head, getting himself back into reality. He didn't notice the look of disappointment glistening in his friend's eyes. Still he regretted what he had said. "Carlos, I didn't mean it that way... Let's... Just let me help you. Peggy will be here any minute now, and Camille will kill me if I'm late."

Carlos nodded once, understanding Logan. He didn't want to stress his best friend out any much longer, so he promised that he'll get dress in no time at all. He then shoved Logan out of the bathroom and locked himself inside. Before he began, he took in a hesitating breath. He vowed to himself that nothing was going to bring his spirit down. He shouldn't be nervous or scared about this anyways. Last time he remembered, he asked the Jennifers out with ease, though they refused. Then there's another time with a girl who's totally out of his league, but he trusted that he could do it just by listening to a parrot that was supposedly owned by a psychic.


Carlos Garcia adjusted his blue tie around his neck. He was nervous all right. What boy wouldn't be if you were going to go out on a date with a pretty girl and chaperone two little kids? He tried to act cool but couldn't.

Peggy, who smiled the whole night starting from the moment she walked into the boys' shared apartment, giggled. She found the Latino to be quite charming, and she couldn't have asked more. She was enjoying the evening with Carlos, though it only began exactly thirteen minutes ago.

"Carlos, you're fine," she informed him, nodding her head. "No need to care about your looks so much."

Carlos closed his eyes for a moment as they continued strolling down a path towards the fast food restaurant. "You know, I'm kinda frustrated at Logan."

The girl frowned, looking shamelessly at the concrete floor. "Why? Do you not want to go out with me?"

"No!" he quickly said, hoping that he didn't hurt her feelings. "It's just that he said that he'll be here with me. Turns out, he's lying... What's even worse is that now I have to babysit pre-teens! Not that I don't love Katie, but it's just too much pressure. You know?"

"Actually, I don't," she sneered, rolling her eyes. "But I can promise you this... Nothing bad is gonna happen tonight. Just enjoy it." She smiled as she slipped hand in one of the boy's, intertwining their fingers together.

Carlos glanced at it for a brief moment. He gaped at how perfect they fitted. It was like they were meant to be, but he didn't want to fall too hard, too fast.

He shook the feeling out of his head, drowning the thought until it was completely gone. He then inhaled and flashed a crooked smile. "I think I will..."