Well, hello my lovelies. I have been gone for too long. Well, I am sorry, but school has been crazy. But I'm back...for a little bit. Or...whatever. Now, I need to get back to Beowoulf...later. :) Anyway, hope you like this. I know it's not on James or Logan, but I want to have all the characters and I want to...have a little fun with them. So, until next time?

~ Lindsay

P.S. Anyone understand Discrete Math? I really need help. PM me!

P.P.S SORRY FOR THIS BEING SO SHORT!

Moon sat on the edge of her Mori's bed watching her shirtless friend freak out about what to wear. Shirts, skirts, and tops lay scattered on the floor. The brunette shook her head, but completely understood. Mori wasn't the only girl in the world to feel like this. "So," a small smile creep on her lips. "Who's the lucky guy?"

"Hmm?"

"Oh come on, you don't usually freak out like this over nothing. I want names."

Mori's cheeks started to burn. She hated how she couldn't hide anything from her best friend, but that was kind of the reason they where friends. Moon was the last person she could trust anyway. "Is it that obvious?"

"Maybe." Moon smirked. "So, are you going to tell me or not?"

Mori fell on the bed, trying to understand all of this herself. What could she say about Logan? Mori didn't really have much to work with about this guy. He was kinda quiet, smart, and an all around cute guy. His background check was clean...mostly. The redhead had to giggle at some of the things he got into back in his hometown.

The kid really needed new friends.

"I don't really know him yet."

The brunette sat up with a start. "What do you mean you don't know him yet?"

"I know nothing about him."

Moon was completely confused. "Name?"

"Logan Mitchel, 17."

"That's the kid next door, right? Black hair, smart, short?" The girls turned and laughed at that last part. "Oh my God, but he's soooo short! What about the blond kid?"

Mori snorted. "Kendall? That's Lucy's game and I really think that she has the power to get away with murder, thank you."

Outside their window, sounds of glass shattering and girlish screams. The two teens instantly ran to the window only to find a certain latino with a helmet dragging himself out of the pool. "He lives next door too, don't he?" Moon tried to place him. "Something Garcia, right?"

Mori nodded. "Carlos. Son of a cop, but if you saw his record you wouldn't believe it."

Moon rolled her eyes. "So you did do a background check. What you find out?"

By the pool, Kendall rolled his eyes at his latino friend. "What happened this time?"

"Miscalculated the landing," Carlos muttered as he checked over his helmet. "Off by at least a degree or two. But it was a pretty cool splash." He smiled up at his taller friend. "The rocket skate was working better than last time, but the kicker still needs a little work." Kendall sighed. Carlos was a lot smarter then everyone else believed, but he covered it so well with his insane antics and death defining feats.

"And what can I tell your parents when we send your body back in a bag?"

Carlos blinked. "That I died awesomely?" Behind Kendall, Carlos noticed James and Logan sneaking around the corner and back into the hotel. "What are they doing?"

"Little Logie has a date tonight."

"Camille, right?"

Kendall shook his head. "Try the new girl."

The little latino was suddenly filled with a jealous rage. "Moon?" He growled.

"Naw. Mori." Bushy eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why?"

A sudden flush of pink filled the tan cheeks. "No reason. I got to go, Jennifers need to be stalked. Bye!"

The blond chuckled. "And so the plot thickens," he muttered. "Now, where is Lucy?"