A/N: Hey guys! Thanks to my reviewers nd subscribers and favoriters and such! Alright, well, I COULD start talking like, a lot, or I could just not and write the story because I gave you one long ass author's note last time, so I think I'll cut this one short. Although it wasn't as long as the author's note on the latest update of my crossover, which contained a song soo...

Yeah. That's right. A song. Be jealous.

Okay I've gotten off topic again. Time to write.

*~*~Let's get it started~*~*

"Whoah whoah whoah," Kendall said, stepping in front of the door, "Where do you think you're going dressed like that?"

"Kendall, this is starting to get really annoying," Chelsea rolled her eyes. For the past few days, Kendall and Logan had acted like they were both her dads, and she'd had to argue with them on her every move. Of course, the majority of the time she ended up dressed like she wanted, but they didn't have to know that. Now she was wearing an orange bikini under a pair of light blue short shorts, ready to head down to the pool. She'd rather not argue with Kendall at the moment.

"Well I'm not comfortable with you running around looking like that. Guys are gonna want to have sex with you. And if you have sex, you will get pregnant and die," Kendall informed her, putting extra emphasis on the die part.

"Jesus," she laughed a little, "how many times have you seen Mean Girls? I know you took that straight out of the movie."

Kendall furrowed his brow, looking frustrated. "The point here," he continued, lifting a finger in the air for authority, "is that Coach Carr was right."

"Please," she said, "are you telling me you've never had sex before?"

"I- Well I- Um," Kendall began, stumbling over his words.

"I haven't," Logan said, sliding in, "and neither should you. So you shouldn't dress like you're gonna."

"What are you, my dad?" she asked, "You're supposed to be my cool older brother."

"Hey! I can be cool," Logan replied, "You just haven't seen my swag yet."

"It''s true, he does have great swag," Carlos said as he walked out from behind the kitchen island, arms full of food.

"How long has he been there?" Kendall asked, confused.

Logan and Chelsea shrugged as Carlos walked out the door, headed to God-Knows-Where.

"Anyways," Logan began again, shaking his head, "you shouldn't dress like that! You're my little sister!"

"Yeah," Kendall added, "you're a very pretty girl, you don't need to go around with your ass hanging out."

"You sound like my English teacher when she sent me down to the principal's office for 'dress code violations,'" she made air quotes around the phrase and laughed.

"Will you please just put on some more clothes?" Logan begged her.

"Fine," his sister said, grabbing a sweatshirt from a chair behind her. It was James's hockey team hoodie, with his name on the sleeve. It certainly covered her up.

"Happy?" she asked, holding her arms out to the sides, her hands completely covered by the sweatshirt.

"No," Logan replied, "That says I-Just-Slept-With-James-Because-I'm-A-Hopeless-Slut. I don't want people thinking you're the type of girl James sleeps with!"

"It's not a good type of girl," Kendall told her in a stage-whisper.

"So would you rather have me not wear it?" Chelsea threatened, begginning to pull the sweatshirt off. The boys were being ridiculous.

"No," Logan finally said dejectedly, "It's better than nothing."

Chelsea flashed them a grin then turned and walked out the door.

~*~*The English teacher thing was based on a true story LOL*~*~

James was almost asleep, lying on his side in bed. Kendall was in his bed across the room, completely out. Just before James drifted off, the door opened.

"Hmm?" James said, blinking up at whoever had just entered.

"Sshh," a voice came from the door, "It's just me."

Chelsea.

"What do you want?" James whispered sleepily.

"I had a bad dream," she said, stepping all the way into the room. From the light of his alarm clock, James could see that she had one pajama shorts and a t-shirt, with her hair wavy and no make up. She looked more like she used to, when she was just Logan's little freshman baby sister that the three of them kept an eye out for when they walked down the halls of that Minnesota high school. Her reputation around there had probably changed since, but at the moment, she looked just like she had back then.

"So?" James replied, still groggy. He didn't know what to do about bad dreams.

"Can I sleep in here tonight?" she asked, "With you?"

James's eyebrows shot up. Was that normal? He thought about it for a second, recalling that he'd occasionally see Katie come sleep with Kendall when she had a bad dream. Yeah, it was Logan's sister, not his, and she was a good 6 years older than Katie, but what was the harm, right?

"Sure," James eventually shrugged. He lifted up the edge of the blankets for her.

"Thanks," she whispered, getting under the blankets. She cuddled up against James, gasping a little when she brushed up against the washboard abs. Of course James slept shirtless. She was amazed he even wore clothes, based on his degree of self-absorbedness.

"You like the abs?" he chuckled, making her blush.

"James, should I go?" Kendall mumbled, as he usually did any time another person in the room at night.

"Nope, it's fine dude. Go back to sleep," James assured him.

"Mmkay," Kendall replied, instantly faling back asleep.

"What was that?" Chelsea whispered.

"Well, you know," James mumbled, "you're not the only girl who's ever been in this bed."

Chelsea just settled into the pillow. She figured.

*~*~I'm pretty sure I invented the word "absorbedness" but WHO CARES. I get copyright.~*~*

"Aahh!" James moaned, hitting the floor with a thud. "What the fuck?"

He shook his head and blinked his eyes open, looking up. Above him stood a very pissed looking Kendall, and a very scared Chelsea.

"What do you think you're doing?" Kendall asked him angrily.

"What are you talking about?" James asked, "Did you just push me out of bed? The Face, dude. The Face fucking hurts."

"Who cares about the face!" Kendall yelled at him, "You're the one at fault here, not me."

"Whoah, what on Earth did I do?" James said incredulously. He was still lying on the floor, rubbing his head.

"Kendall, this is a big misund-" Chelsea began.

"You slept with Logan's sister! That's like, number one on the List of Things Not To Do. And you did it!"

"Whoah," James said in a serious voice, getting up, "I did NOT sleep with Chelsea."

"Really?" Kendall shot back, "Then how come when I woke up this morning, she was in your bed, and you weren't wearing a shirt?"

"First of all, you know I sleep shirtless," he looked down at himself, "I don't know why I even wear a shirt at all. I'd be better off without it," he shook his head, trying to get back on topic. It was hard being sexy. "Second of all, nothing happened. She had a bad dream."

"You expect me to believe that?" Kendall laughed, "That is absolute bullshit."

Thinking about it now, James realized it did sound pretty unlikely. But he was tired. He did stupid things when he was tired. Well, he did stupid things pretty much all the time. But especially when he was tired.

"It's true," Chelsea said, "I really did have a bad dream."

"And," James added, "you and I both know that if I had sex, you would've heard it."

"That's a good point," Kendall had to agree. "Fine. But be glad it was me who found you, not Logan."

"Not Logan what?" Logan asked, opening the door and sticking his head in. He had come to tell them that Mrs. Knight said breakfat was ready, when he heard his name.

James screamed when he appeared at the doorway.

"Hey," Logan observed, "what is Chelsea doing in here first thing in the morning?" His glare turned to James, and Kendall grabbed his arm before he could move.

"Don't worry," Kendall assured him, "I'll explain everything momentarily. But I do think we should keep that one at the top of our list," Kendall pointed at James.

Logan nodded and turned to walk out, followed closely by Kendall.

"Chelsea, you're coming too!" Logan called over his shoulder.

Chelsea rolled her eyes and followed them out of the room, leaving James to get dressed.

~*~*There's chapter two!*~*~

A/N: Hey guys, so, that was that. I think I definitely like chapter 2 better than chapter 1. It just worked better, I think. Anyways, this will probably end up being 3-4 chapters, but I'm really not sure yet. Review pretty please!