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CHAPTER 3

"So what is it where supposed to do?" Miranda asked. We both wore the same uniform: A red shirt that read 'Lifegaurd on Duty' and and red track shorts. Bitters didn't have an actual uniform for us, so we improvised. I quite liked it, but Miranda wasn't one to choose comfort over cuteness.

"For now, you can start manning the smoothie station," he ordered. The two of us trudged over there. I was beginning to have second thoughts about working here. But the good thing was that we could smuggle free smoothies and I could sneak a swim every once in a while.

"How did your dad never tell you that Big Time Rush lived here?" I asked, kinda ticked off. Miranda shrugged, tying her apron.

"He always talked about these four annoying boys who made his life a living hell, but"- I glared at Miranda and she finally understood. "Oh, oops," she giggled, "Well, I guess that makes sense. But Big Time Rush is already famous. This place is meant the future famous." I nodded.

"Good point," I said. Just then, Logan Mitchell walked over with a big smile on his face. He sat down on the stool closest to Miranda and said, "I can't believe you two were the interviewers. It sounds like something me and the guys would do." My eyes widened.

"Really?" I asked. He nodded. I laughed and wiped my forehead in relief. "Whew! I thought we were the only ones." Miranda held a cup out to him.

"Did you want a smoothie?" she asked. "For you it's on the house." I slapped Miranda's hand, causing her to drop the cup.

"Miranda!" I snapped, "You know I need this money!" Logan laughed.

"Don't worry, I'll pay," he assured. He gave her a couple of crumpled bucks and she handed him a smoothie with a bendy straw. "So Mr. Bitters...is your dad?" Miranda nodded. Logan gave me an awkward glance, wrinkling his nose slightly. Miranda threw up her hands in exasperation.

"Yes, I know my dad is a grouch. One day, you'll see his sweet side," she said. Logan looked down and muttered, "I doubt it." I burst out laughing and Miranda glared at us, but she started laughing too. I wiped my eyes and got serious.

"So do you have any advice for me about James?" I asked. He rubbed the back of his neck (I noticed he did that a lot) and put down his drink.

"I suggest you try to avoid him at all costs," Logan said, lowering his voice, "James is an amazing pranker who won't stop at anything"-he looked both ways before continuing-"You didn't hear it from me." I gave him a small hug.

"Thanks for the info," I said. Miranda was staring out at the pool.

"Speaking of James…" she said, pointing. We all turned our heads to see James coming towards the stand.

"Eeep!" I shrieked. "Hide me!" I dived under the counter and listened in conversation.

"Hi," Logan said, "Whassup?" James and him bumped fists and I stifled a giggle. I must have not done a real good job of it because Miranda kicked my knee.

"So where's your friend, Kara?" he asked. I could picture his obnoxious grin and superior stature. He probably had on a tank top and shades. I urged Miranda to answer by slapping her foot.

"She's…er…on her break," Miranda lied, "And she won't be back…for a long time." I rolled my eyes and face-palmed. Just then, I heard a loud noise and a pair of feet land in front of me. Sheepishly, I looked up to see a grinning James Diamond. I groaned. Miranda: worst actor ever.

"Hi James," I said. When he just stood there, I added, "Would you just get me already?" He raised his eyebrows and I knew he wouldn't.

"Hmm…How about no? I need to catch you surprise," he explained. He did what he called 'The Face', and leapt out of our booth. I stood up and stretched.

"Well, I have bigger things to worry about," I declared. "Like where the hell did Miranda go?" Logan and I looked in both directions, but neither of us spotted her. Suddenly, she appeared behind him.

"Aaah!" he screamed, and fainted. Miranda and I looked from each other to him repeatedly. I waved it off.

"He'll be okay," I said, "Why do you have the boombox?" Miranda had her miniature radio on her left shoulder and a CD in hand.

"Well…since we're on break, I thought maybe we could dance a little," she explained. I smile crept onto my face. I put my arm through hers.

"I knew there was a reason I was friends with you," I laughed. I stepped over Logan's unconscious body and into an open area. Miranda put the music camp soundtrack CD into the slot and twisted the volume knob. The first song was the first song I'd written at camp, so it was my favorite: it was called 'Watch Me'. We automatically started dancing in sync:

"I don't need no one to tell me
how to feel the beat
and I don't need no beat to tell me
how to move my feet
just go and do what you do
'cause there's nothing to prove
(I'm just being me)
(Wa- watch me do me)!"

I did the 'heartbeat' and twisted around, bopping my head to the music. If I closed my eyes, I could imagine being in a club, dancing the night away. In my peripheral vision, I could see Miranda grinning. I opened my mouth to sing the chorus:

"Light up the floor, bring me one more, let me hear that
Click clock on the high hop, let the base vibrate, feel the room rock
Light up the floor, just like before, let me hear that
Base rock on the boom box, make your heart stop, feel the room rock
I'm doin' all I wanna do, and I won't stop until I can't move
I'm just bein' me, watch me, do me (me, me)
Watch me do me (me, me)
Watch me, watch me!"

As I did my 'mini-moonwalk', I noticed Miranda pointing towards the pool. It was then I realized that everyone was watching us. I smiled. "Keep dancing!" Miranda whispered. The bridge came, and the audience remained:

"I'm ready, I'm, I'm ready to go
Let, let it, let, let, let it explode
I'm ready, I'm, I'm ready to go, to go, to go!"

I finished with a diva pose and the crowd went wild. Miranda and I were used to this. We liked to put on shows at the community center and state fairs. Even Logan was awake and clapping now. The two of us bowed.

"I'll be here all week," Miranda joked.

Last night, Bitters paid me 10 bucks, so I guess it won't take too long to get a new camera, but I was getting tired. Here I was on my vacation, working at the pool instead of swimming in it. I was standing in my bikini top and black track pants, practically falling asleep, waiting for some action. I felt someone's breath on the back of my neck and whipped around. James was laughing hard and I slapped his arm.

"What are you, a stalker?" I snapped. This boy really knew how to get on a girl's nerves. He put his hands up, surrender style.

"I just wanted to say you're a really great dancer," he claimed. I rolled my eyes. I wasn't gonna let him phase me. I turned away from James.

"Uh-huh," I said, "So when are you gonna get me?" James took a seat on the lawn chair next to my toes.

"Well, that depends. When are going to go out with me?" he asked. I stomped my foot.

"Get it through your thick head, ! I'm never gonna date you 'cause you're a player!" James didn't even flinch. He stood up and came really close to my face and I thought he was gonna kiss me. Before I knew it, his strong arms took my shoulders and pushed me into the pool. I landed with a loud splash and everyone turned to see what was up. My arms flailed as I tried to hoist myself out and gave James a death glare. He saw my expression and took off.

"Yeah, you'd better run!" I yelled, coming after him.

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