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Chapter 4 finally out!

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Chapter 4: No More Tears and Jobs

"Marriage is supposed to be between two lovers not my boyfriend and some over annoying blonde actress." –Camille

In New York:

After arriving in New York, Camille, Jo, and Stephanie had decided to go see Mercedes first and to meet their fifth partner in crime, Stella. The drive to the hotel had been slow on account of all the traffic but Camille made up for it by speeding when she could. She had gotten her full license one month after Logan had gotten his and was putting it to good use. When Camille first began to speed, Jo questioned why they had agreed to let her drive in the first place while Stephanie prayed for sweet life in the back seat.

The radio was blasting to Camille's ipod as the brunette complained about how all men were stupid and idiots in what seemed like a never ending rant. After getting finished with dissing all men, Camille moved onto ways that she would kill Logan when she saw him again.

Jo broke into her rant when Camille began to speed up again, "Camille, are sure this is good idea? I mean, are you sure that you're ready to face him again?"

Tearing her eyes off of the road, Camille glared at the blonde that was sitting next to her, "Yes, I am ready." Her voice was cold and almost lifeless, far from the usual bubbly and dramatic speech she would normally use. The last song just ended and 'There will be tears' by Miranda Cosgrove started playing. Pleased with the new song, Camille turned the volume even higher.

"I think Jo is right!" Stephanie had to yell over the music, "What if you break out in tears again? We don't want to let him know that he hurt you that bad!"

"No, I want him to know how bad he hurt me cause he's going to get that pain to the power of ten when I see him again!" Camille replied, anger in her voice.

"There will be teeearrs, but they're not gonna be mine! My heart will be cleaaaar!..."

Camille began to sing along with the song as she was forced to slow down in a busy area. The song fit her feelings at the moment perfectly; she wouldn't let him ever make her cry again. If one of them was going to cry, it was definitely going to be him.


Feeling absolutely horrible, Logan trudged into his hotel room. This had been happening a lot lately but with good reason. The biggest impact had happened today when everything had been legalized. After finishing the signing of all the legal documents that finalized their marriage, regret had filled every part of Logan's body. In fact, the last few days had been hard on the boy; getting absolutely no sleep, crying himself to sleep, the loneliness, and the strong hate he now had for himself for being so weak and stupid was beginning to pile up.

He looked longingly at his bed, tempted to jump in and take a long nap but shook his head. He had a lunch date with Vanessa and her bridesmaids today and only two hours to get ready. Normally two hours would have been twice the amount of time that Logan needed to get ready, but today he had been told that he needed to look 'perfect' and the best he could by Vanessa, who he guessed wanted to 'show him off' to her friends. Or rather friend, since Logan knew that the other four bridesmaids were just there for show and weren't really Vanessa's friends.

Slipping into the shower, Logan hoped that the day wouldn't get any worse than it already was. But with his luck, anything could go wrong.


In Alaska:

Tapping his finger on the table, Kendall's eyes scanned the small diner where the driver of the truck had dumped him and his friends. It was a small restaurant with an almost homely feel to it. The best part, though, wasn't the large moose heads mounted on the walls which Carlos was admiring from close up but the fact that they were nice and toasty. Kendall tore his eyes away from what Carlos was doing, which looked like a stare down with the moose, to see James having what seemed like a stare down with his reflection in the napkin dispenser. "I'm stuck with two idiots," the blonde murmured out loud.

"I'll say," Kendall looked up to see a girl about his age standing next to him. Realizing that she was waiting to take their order, Kendall gave her sheepish grin.

"Can you give us another five minutes?"

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever." She left their table to approach another table a few feet off.

After taking the napkin dispenser away from James to get his attention, Kendall dragged Carlos back to their table and away from the moose. "Guys, we need to figure out a way to get the hell out of here and quick."

"I thought we already established that," James said, annoyed that Kendall took away his 'mirror.'

Glaring briefly at the brunette, Kendall continued, "We don't have enough money to do anything right now so I suggest we get jobs."

James and Carlos froze up, the idea of getting jobs scaring them since their last experience with jobs just put them more in debt than they were before. "Can't we just let Logan get married? Gustavo will come and get us after that." Carlos asked, hopefully.

"NO," Kendall snapped. "We are getting jobs, and we are stopping Logan. As I have so clearly put before, don't question the plan!"

"Where are we going to find jobs? This diner is in the middle of nowhere," James stated like it was obvious.

"You guys need jobs?" The three boys jumped when they suddenly noticed the girl from before was standing at their table. "We have some openings."

"Really?" Kendall raised an eyebrow, surprised. "What do we have to do?"

She smirked evilly, "You'll see."


Back in New York:

Mercedes opened the door to see Camille, Jo, and Stephanie grinning at her. She smirked deviously at them as she moved aside for them to come in, "Glad you could join us, ladies."

"Glad to be here," Camille matched the blonde's smirk with one of her own.

"It's good to see that you're taking this well," Mercedes commented as she closed the door once they had entered.

Shrugging just a little lifelessly, Camille sat down on the edge of the bed, "He's not worth crying over anymore. I now see who he really is."

Jo looked at the other girls, desperate for one of them to stick up for Logan, for them to stop being thick headed about this. Disappointed at their solemn nods, Jo piped up, "Maybe there's something going on with him? Kendall said that something doesn't seem right."

"Honey," Mercedes patted Jo on the back gently, "Kendall's just trying to defend his friend. I know he's your boyfriend and all, but you need to forget about him for now and help us, your girlfriends, in getting revenge."

Still unenthusiastic about the plan, Jo sat silently as Mercedes began to chat about Stella Malone, the girl that she had met while shopping the busy streets of New York, and how she had been in a love triangle with Vanessa. Just as Mercedes finished her story, the door flew open and a blonde girl carrying large bags strolled in. Grinning, she said, "I got the things you need for our little lunch later."

Mercedes grabbed the bags while introducing the newcomer, "Guys, this is Stella. Stella, the blonde's Jo, the brunette's Camille, and other one's Stephanie."

"Hey," Camille and Jo lifted their hands in greeting.

Stephanie scoffed, crossing her arms, "The other one? Seriously, do you want me to help you or not?"

Quickly covering up her mistake, Mercedes put her arm around Stephanie's shoulder, "Come on, I was just joking. You know I love you. Plus, there's no one else we know that can pull off a scary ghost like you!" Calming down, Stephanie smiled in fond memory of the first time she scared the crap out of the Logan: good times.

"Fine, I forgive you."

"So what's in the bags?" Camille inquired, staring at the bags curiously.

"You'll see," Mercedes grinned, patting the bags affectionately. "Girls, today we get our revenge."


Shivering from the cold and the numbness in all parts of his body, James glared through the windows of the diner at his friend who shrugged helplessly at him while cleaning off a table. After two hours of standing in the cold in a t-shirt and sign spinning for the diner that had given them less-than-minimum-wage paying jobs, James was sure of two things. One, he would never be pretty again once this was over. And two, the waitress that they had met earlier who had offered them the jobs just wanted to see him in pain and was thoroughly enjoying this.

Meanwhile inside the restaurant, Kendall had been scrubbing a table for ten minutes since the owner said that she wanted it spotless or else he was fired. His hand was ready to die and fall off after all the cleaning he had done, which was more than he had ever cleaned before.

Inside the kitchen, Carlos was no longer working to get money to get them to New York City. After breaking several dishes that he was supposed to be washing, he had been forced to scrub the floor and earn enough money to pay off the money he now owed the restaurant for the dishes.

In other words, their cause was absolutely helpless and the boys were beginning to catch on to that fact.

An hour later, they regrouped during their break. Kendall massaged his right hand as he sighed deeply, "This is going nowhere."

Wrapping himself tighter in the jackets that he had stolen off the coat rack, James glared icily at the blonde. His teeth chattered as he snapped, "Nice plan, dude. How much money do we have now?"

Carlos winced as Kendall began to count out the money out loud, knowing that his mishap in the kitchen had deducted much of their hard works' pay. "Ten dollars. Seriously, how did we only get dollars?" Kendall demanded; his eyes and James's eyes were staring at Carlos who shrunk in his seat.

"Sorry?" He tried sheepishly.

James pulled down the three thick scarves from covering his mouth in order for him to speak. "Now what are we going to do?" Not a second after he had finished had he pulled up the scarves. It was highly unusual for James to even think about covering his pretty face but tough times call for tough measures. He had thought that he had escaped the cold when he and his friends had gone to L.A. But, no, they were back here in the cold. And to make everything worse, it was colder here than it had been in Minnesota.

Suddenly sitting up, Carlos's eyes brightened. "I have an idea!"

"Is it legal?" Kendall inquired tiredly, rubbing his eyes with his left hand –the one that actually still functioned the way that he wanted it too.

"No," Carlos confessed, leaning back again.

Closing his eyes tightly, Kendall pondered what would happen if they did do something illegal. Was it worth it if they ended up getting in trouble but preventing Logan from doing something that he would regret? What if they got caught before getting to Logan?

No, it wasn't worth it…

"Whatcha ya got?" The blonde asked after a sigh, staring at Carlos with seriousness in his eyes. He regretted every single word of that sentence after he said it.

"Seriously?" Carlos jumped up in his seat, excited. After receiving the affirming nod from Kendall and the incredulous stare from James, he began telling his plan. "Okay, so we need to somehow get to New York, right? There's no way we can take a boat back to mainland America since we don't have that kind of money, so I'm thinking we cross into Canada then we cross back into Minnesota, get money from our parents, and take the first flight to New York!" He grinned toothily at his two friends, feeling proud of his plan.

"Don't we need passports to cross the border?" James inquired.

Carlos shrugged, "I told you it's not going to be legal."

"That's a great plan and all, but how are we going to travel through Alaska and Canada and Minnesota?" Kendall doubted that his plan could ever work.

"Well," Carlos gave them another grin, though this time a little uncomfortable. "That's the other illegal part of the plan."


Mercedes spun around, admiring how she looked in her new blue dress in the mirror. "Perfect." She smiled, her lips perfectly colored with a pale pink lipstick. Picking up her matching blue bag from the chair it was laying on, she turned to inspect her friends who were all getting ready for their lunch date with Vanessa and Logan.

Surprised that Camille was the only one left in the room, Mercedes frowned, "Where are the others?"

"You were taking too long," Camille shrugged, her arms crossed. "They went out to the limo." With that said, the brunette threw her bag over her shoulder and walked out the hotel room.

As she followed her friend out the room, Mercedes observed how the brunette looked in her maroon colored dress. Camille had put her hair up in a messy bun with some long strands of dark brown, curly hair falling onto her shoulders. That along with the simple makeup she had put on made her look gorgeous. Smirking maliciously, Mercedes thought about how Logan would literally die when he saw how beautiful his ex looked.

Slipping into the limo after Camille, Mercedes settled down into the leather seat while telling the driver where to go. Then turning back to her friends, she asked, "You guys have everything, right?"

Nodding, the four girls patted their bags with devilish smirks on their lips.

"Good, let the fun begin."


Hope you enjoyed and remember never do something illegal, it's not worth it!

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