Chapter 2
"Who in the world is James Maslow?" blurted out Carlos in confusion.
"Come on Carlos," said James. "Stop joking."
"I'm not joking dude, said Carlos.
"You take your acting really seriously," commented James. He grimaced in pain for a second before asking, "Would someone mind getting me some tylenol? My head hurts like crazy!"
"Okay James," said Logan. He turned to Carlos and said, "It's on the top shelf of the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. Could you fetch it please? I have to examine James."
"I take it back. You all take acting really seriously," said James. "I do too, don't get me wrong. But couldn't we take, like a five minute break so I can get my head to stop throbbing?"
"James, you're really scaring me man," said Kendall.
James turned to look at Kendall and said, "Come on Kendall. The joke is up. You can stop fooling around now."
"What do you think my full name is?" asked Kendall.
"Really Kendall? You're going to keep the joke up..." James took a deep breath and exhaled before he said, "Your name is Kendall Schmidt."
"Schmidt?" said Kendall. "How do you even spell that?"
"Kendall, be serious! Something has gone wrong in James's mind," said Logan, "And we have to figure out what it is."
James turned to look at Logan and said, "And I take it you think that your name is Logan Mitchell?"
"Yes," said Logan. "It is my actual name after all."
James let out a chuckle and said, "No it's not. Your name is Logan Henderson."
"James, stay still and stop talking please," instructed Logan, trying to ignore what James just said. "I need to look at your head to examine the extent of your injury."
"Logan, please drop the act, you're freaking me out now," said James. "It's like I woke up in some kind of 'Alice in Wonderland' gone wrong!"
Carlos emerged from the bathroom with some tylenol in his hands.
"Here Logan," said Carlos.
"Carlos Pena Jr., please drop the joke. I mean, this had to be your idea, right?" asked James an edge of panic now apparent in his voice.
"My name is Carlos Garcia," replied Carlos. "Not Carlos Pena. Isn't he a baseball player or something anyways?"
"Ok," said James looking wildly around the apartment. "Can we cut it out please? Joke's over ok?" James cleared his throat and said in a loud voice, "You can stop filming now!"
"James, take some of these pills. They will help your headache," said Logan.
Kendall propped up James's head as James allowed the pills to pass his lips. James swallowed the pills and laid back down.
"Carlos get him a glass of water please," said Logan.
"What do I look like? A servant?" asked Carlos walking off to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"You're the one that caused this," said Logan. "The least you can do is get him a glass of water."
Logan started to probe James's head with his fingers. James winced as Logan struck a sore spot near the top of his head.
"Ah, I've found the source of the problem," said Logan.
"So, is there a way to fix it?" asked Kendall.
Logan let out a sigh, "Well, I'm not a certified doctor, but I say all we can do for him is help him heal. We have to surround him with familiar things in hopes of reverting his thoughts."
"Reverting my thoughts?" asked James looking at Logan strangely.
"Lets help James over to the couch and help him to lie down," said Logan.
Kendall and Logan got a bewildered James off the floor and helped him to lie down on the couch.
"I can't believe you guys think that I'm actually the character that I play," said James in awe.
"James has definitely lost it," said Kendall staring at his friend.
"I've got to go read more of that book," said Logan. "Maybe it'll tell us how to cure James."
Logan raced off to go back to reading the book to see if he could figure out a way to cure James. Kendall stayed standing in front of James on the couch who was still looking like he was honestly stunned.
"Carlos, are you almost done with the glass of water?" asked Kendall.
"Kendall," said Carlos slowly from the kitchen. "I think I broke the faucet!"
Kendall turned to see water flooding the kitchen cupboard, rushing down to puddle on the floor. Carlos was standing there with the handle to the faucet in his hands.
"Great! Another broken thing my Mom will flip out about!" thought Kendall. Kendall looked back at James who laid on the couch, staring off into space. "At least a faucet can be fixed. How do we fix you?"