Here is chapter 3 for you guys, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy sorry if there is any mistakes I had to be really quick with typing this, and uploading it but if there is any mistakes, I'm sorry and try to ignore them.
Chapter 3: Katie gets the news
Logan's pov:
We headed back to the palm woods, all thinking the same thing "uh oh!"
Silence was all that could be heard as we stepped into the lift. The quiet was terrible, although none of us would admit it.
Carlos could take it no longer "What are we going to do?" he screamed before sinking to his knees, a distressed look on his face. Kendall was about to say something to comfort Carlos, although I don't know what could, when the lift dinged and the doors eased open.
We stumbled into 2J, to be greeted by a huge smile from Katie. Her smile immediately turned into a frown, as she saw the expressions on our faces. "What is going on?" she asked, in a very serious voice. I don't know how she could be SO grown up for a ten year old girl.
I decided to answer her question as James had ignored her, and stormed off to his room, Carlos was too depressed to talk, and Katie would probably kill Kendall if he told her. So I started, choosing my words carefully. "Katie, Gustavo just informed us of another concert we have to do." Katie looked at me expectantly as I continued "In Minnesota" She glared at me, but I ignored it, after all she did ask to be told, I carried on "At Minnesota green elementary school."
Katie came over to me and stomped on my foot, which I was not expecting, and I let out a little yelp in pain. She proceeded to slap Kendall in the face, hard, then storm of to her room.
A red hand mark appeared on Kendall's cheek, as we once again sat in silence on the orange couch.
Katie pov:
The boys just told me what there wreck of a producer wanted them for, it was just another concert, that is when the bad news came, the concert was in Minnesota, and worse then that, it was at M G Elementary!
I was about to yell at Kendall and the others, but I realised they were just as down about what they had to do as I was.
1 Day later:
I was lying sprawled over the giant orange sofa in the crib, thinking of good ideas on how to bug bitters. Mom was franticly running round packing things, excited about the reunion. I however was not, neither were the boys.
Carlos even went to the extent of taking his helmet off, but soon after put it back on finding the stress of not having it with him to much to handle.
James only combed his hair once and he didn't even wear his 'Cuda'! Logan stayed at his desk all day working out maths equations, something he always did when he was stressed, and Kendall, Kendall just sat at the breakfast bar nibbling dinosaur chicken. Not once making a 'roar' noise.
It worried me how depressed the boys were, I mean I was sad, but the boys were beside themselves. I don't blame them though; I would have been exactly the same. If I was in the many friends the boys had back in Minnesota I would hate that that they didn't say goodbye.
The boys were worried about things like, booing, tomato throwing, and whether anyone would even show up to there performance.
I sat staring down at the biscuit coloured carpet, no longer thinking about bitters, the boys, or even myself!
No, I was thinking about Sarah. My best friend since kindergarten, the friend who helped me through my parent's divorce, my best friend who I left behind in Minnesota to go to L.A with my brother and his friends and become the little sister of the newest singing sensation. That was who I was thinking about.
This trip back to Minnesota was going to be hard form me. I had only talked to Sarah twice since I've been in L.A Once on the day we got here to explain that I had left Minnesota, and that I would miss her. And the other last month to wish her a happy birthday, to which she simply said "thanks" and hung up.
I don't blame her though, if I was in her position I would almost certainly be upset, and probably would not want to talk to her. I got of the chair and, walked down to the pool trying to get Sarah off my mind. I couldn't help but think that I was being slightly selfish, only thinking about if in was going to get my best friend back.
I lay back on a sun lounger, thousands of thoughts running through my mind. I finally fell asleep, thinking all the while.
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