Hey there! Thank you so much to everybody who reviewed my first chapter. These are going to progress in no particular order, it is all purely random. The first one was just a starter and this is where things will start to unfold. You won't see any slash or anything until the next chapter though. Enjoy!

*Kendall*

"I know!" Carlos shouted. Logan and I glanced up with wary looks on our faces. James was being an ass and continued to snooze on the couch. He could be so weird sometimes and I just never understood what he did or why. But he was my best friend and a part of me knew that I wasn't really supposed to know exactly what was going through his mind, as much as I wanted to.

"Let's play TWISTER!" I groaned.

"Carlos, of all the things in the WORLD that you could suggest, you choose twister?" He shook his head so vigorously I thought his helmet would go flying off of his head.

"Yeah! It's so much fun and I haven't played in it a while. Come on Ken Ken," Carlos whined. That was my nickname that the guys developed for me when we were in eighth grade. I hated it. They had mentioned Barbie one day and said that I would make the perfect Ken for her. So the name stuck and I still had yet to live it down.

I growled menacingly at Carlos and he just grinned widely at me. "I will do whatever it is that you want to do today as long as I don't have to hear that God awful 'nickname'," I bargained, using my fingers as air quotes.

"Yes!" Carlos laughed. I rolled my eyes at him and nudged James' sleeping form next to me.

"Hey, buddy, it's wakey-wakey time." James groaned.

"No, what are we doing?" He mumbled. It was almost incoherent but I had known my best friend for long enough to fully understand what he was saying to me.

"Carlos decided that we play Twister," I informed him.

"Really?" James said, sitting bolt upright with a huge grin on his face.

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Are you...feeling all right?" he asked James. James and Twister and happy did not usually go together on an ordinary day.

"Uh, yeah," James said in a 'what are you stupid or something' voice. Logan held his hands up in defense and I just sighed heavily.

"All right guys, we have more than enough time to do plenty of things today so why don't we each take turns picking one thing to do. Everyone has to comply with it and there are no arguments or exceptions to anything," I said firmly.

"Agreed?" I said, giving each of my friends' hard stares.

They all nodded in response. I almost laughed at how funny the situation was but I was too far gone into my whole 'serious' charade to do so.

"So, Carlos, where are we getting our twister board and spinner from?" Logan asked. He was always the smart on who knew exactly what to ask.

"Um, the store, duh," Carlos answered, making Logan think that he was a moron.

"Geez Carlos, since when have you been so smart dammit?" Logan demanded. He was getting heated and I just groaned.

"All right, I'll get the game and you guys stay here and, please, try not to kill each other?"

"Fine," they all grumbled.

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So I ran out to the store and bought Twister. Of course, I blew nearly $25 on it in the process but, I think that it was worth it in the end.

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When I walked back into the apartment it was dead silence.

"Guys?" I said warily. I dropped the bag onto the couch and glanced around the area. They weren't in the kitchen, all of their bedroom doors were open, and the only door that was closed was the bathroom...

"AHHHH!!!" James, Carlos and Logan all came bursting out of the bathroom and tried to get out at the same time. It didn't work because it was a single doorway and they weren't exactly small guys. They ended up collapsing into a heap on the floor at my feet.

"Nice one boys," I smirked.

"Oh, shut up," Logan grumbled. "It's not like this was a combined effort," he protested.

"Oh?" I said skeptically.

He just sneered at me as he stood up and the rest of our trooped over to the sitting area. We picked up the table to clear some space out to lay the board down and opened up the box.

"Um, Kendall, what exactly did you buy again?" James said nervously.

"What do you mean, what did I buy? I bought twister like Carlos wanted," I told him, frowning. The three of them were sitting on the couch peering oddly into the box. It looked like twister on the outside at least, the package had been sealed in plastic, I didn't understand what was so weird about the game. I walked over to stand over Logan's shoulder and stared down into the box.

Laying on top of the pieces to the game was an old, used, bloody condom. Underneath it was an instruction manual on "How to 'Do It' in over 101 Positions".

"That is so nasty..." Logan breathed.

"Oh great, I just wasted 25 bucks on something that someone fucked up," I groaned.

"Well, I'm certainly not touching it," James sniffed. He could be such a drama king sometimes, but this was one time where I had to agree with him. None of us wanted to touch it, the distaste was written clearly on all of our faces, but we had to throw it away.

"I'll move it," I grumbled after a moment. It was actually beginning to smell and it was making me gag. None of the other guys had moved to clean it up anyway, so I went over to the kitchen and got a pair of thick, rubber gloves. When I came back the box was on the floor and the guys were cowering together on the couch.

"What the hell..." I murmured.

"A...a...sp-spider is o-o-over th-th-th-th-there," Carlos stuttered, pointing a shaking hand at the box. Sure enough, there was an enormous, hairy spider, sitting on top of the condom.

"That's it," I said finally. James looked like he was about to pass out and Logan seemed about ready to fall over backwards onto the floor.

"Carlos, you officially owe me $25 now." I grabbed the box and threw it out the window.

"There," I told them. "It's gone. The condom, the book, the game, and the huge spider." The three of them sighed and collapsed onto the couch.

"Any other bright ideas?" James asked. "NOT CARLOS?" He said, making a pointed look at our pathetic look friend.

"I have no idea," Logan said after a few minutes.

"Hmmm...how about...." James trailed off thoughtfully.

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A/N: Any suggestions on what James should suggest as an idea?