All right so don't ask me why a story that I had already written and finish takes me so long to update. It's not the story, it me.

I will try to update more often now since they have given us the glorious option of copy & pasting chapters on here :)

Enjoy Chapter 4!

~XOXOXBecca

~Becca's POV~

I woke up the next morning still on the couch. I sat up and stretched. I looked around the house. No one was in sight. It was quiet too. I reached over for my phone which was on the coffee table and checked the time. 11:41. My parents have been at work for a few hours already. I got up and walked up to my bedroom not sure if my brother or his friends were here or someplace else. Probably someplace else considering how quiet the house was. I flopped down on my bed till I decided it was time to get my day started. I got up and took a shower and dressed and did my chores. Afterwards I sat down on my bed and turned on my laptop. While I was waiting for it to load up I heard the boys come in and up the stairs. I sighed. About an hour later I was thinking about what to have for lunch when there was a knock on my door.

"Come in!" I said wondering what they would want.

The door opened and James waved. I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?" I said.

"Oh we were just about to go get some pizza and wanted to know if you wanted to come with?" James asked.

I smiled. "Sure."

"Great. We're about to leave." He said and disappeared. Wow. That was actually kind of nice of them. Maybe having them home for the whole summer wouldn't be as bad as I thought it would be.

I got up and grabbed my sneakers. I hurried downstairs where Logan, James, Kendall, and Carlos were standing by the front door. We all stood there for at least ten minutes.

"You ready?" James asked.

"No I was just standing here for the most ten minutes looking ready but im actually hula hooping."

James rolled his eyes.

"Hey not everyone takes as long as you do to get ready." I said.

"Whatever now let's go." James said.

We walked out the door and started up the street. James left his car at Kendall's yesterday and rode with Logan whose car ran out of gas when he got into our driveway. We, well more like they, talked about their time in California. Then they started to talk about their music video ` I Know You Know' With Kat's Crew when Carlos got really excited about it and almost got hit by a car.

"Carlos please don't get hit again." Kendall said.

"Yeah we don't want to spend the night at the emergency room again." James said.

"I would leave him there." I said. They all looked at me. "Hey he would be with the doctors so he'd be fine." They rolled their eyes.

"The point is Carlos is to watch out and not run into the middle of the street." Logan said.

Carlos nodded. "Okay."

"Wouldn't that be kind of hard considering he lacks direction?" I said to Logan who just shrugged.

~ James POV~

========== Few hours later=============

We were all sitting at Kendall's house, including my sister. She was actually behaving herself today. She used to always tease and pick on them. Guess she changed. We were watching tv when my phone buzzed. I looked at it. It was my mom saying that we had to go home, and to make a quick stop and the grocery store for more milk.

"Hey Bec, we got to go." I said and got up.

"Kay." She said and got up also. We said later and went out to my car, which I left here yesterday. We got in I started towards the grocery store.

"Where are we going?" She asked curiously. Forgot to tell her we had to make a stop.

"We have to make a quick stop to pick up milk."

"Oh."

I glanced at her. This isn't like her. So quiet. " You seem quiet. Everything alright?" I asked.

"Yeah everything's fine. Why?" She asked.

I shrugged. "You just seem quiet and didn't tease or make a snide comment at all. Well except for that one about Carlos." I said.

She smiled. "I don't know. I guess I think it's kind of childish."

"Guess some people change." I said.

"Yeah and some don't." She said looking at me as I took out my lucky comb ad started combing my hair at a red light.

"What?"

"Seriously? You had that thing forever. I think it's time you get rid of it"

"It's my lucky comb. I can't get a new one!" I snapped.

"Yeah, that's not what I meant."

I gasped." You mean. You. Want. Me. To. Throw. My. Lucky. Comb. Away!"

"You're sixteen! A sixteen year old boy shouldn't be carrying a comb around with him every second! It's weird." My sister shook her head slowly.

"I do not have with me every second!" I protested.

"You sleep with it at night!"

"So?"

"Oh my gosh. Know what. Drop it."

"I am not going to drop my Lucky-"

"Not the comb stupid. The subject!" My sister said clearly annoyed.

I just drove. I went inside then forgot what i came here for.

"What do you want now?" My sister asked once she picked up her phone.

"What did I come here for?" I asked.

"Milk?"

"Oh yes thanks." I said.

"Whatever." She said. Then silence.

"Hello? Helloo?" She hung up. I got the milk and went back out.

"So. If you can carry a comb around everywhere. Then why do you make fun of Carlos and his helmet?" She asked.

"I don't know- and wait. Are you defending Carlos?" I asked. Ooh this was getting good.

"No."

"You like him don't you?" I asked smiling.

"Of course I do. Everyone likes Carlos."

"That's not what I meant." I said.

"Then what did you-" She tried to think then it started to click. A horrified look crossed her face. "NO! No way! I do not have a crush on Carlos!"

"Sure you don't" I said. She hit my arm. "Hey." I growled.

"Gosh is there anything else you guys think about then me having a crush on them, since I don't" My sister said looking out the window.

~ Becca's POV~

We got home in time to stop the subject. Gosh. I swear I think all they think or talk about is that I have a like like one of them. Jeez. We sat down for dinner.

"So anything new?" My mom asked.

"My brother is an idiot." I said still having the stupid argument in my head for some reason.

"That's not new." My mom said. My brother glared at her then me.

"Becca has a crush on Carlos." James smirked.

"I do not!" I yelled.

"Do to!"

"Do not"

"Do to"

"Do not"

"Do to!"

"DO. NOT!"

Then we started were the argument left off.

"Okay. Okay! That's enough!" My Father said. "I don't know what this is about but just knock it off."

"Yes, sir." Me and my brother said almost at the same time.