Heya loves! I'm back with another chapter! Obviously why the hell would I be here anyway Jesus I'm stupid

So I wanted to ask if someone would like to make cover art for this story, if they wouldn't mind helping a desperate, amateur writer out.

Okay so here it goes!

Chapter 4: I Swear I'm not Crazy

"Looks like what drives me crazy
Don't have no effect on you-
But I'm gonna keep on at it
Till it drives you crazy, too."
― Langston Hughes

"Carlos, answer the door!" The rowan's voice echoed throughout the apartment, only a third of the residents currently occupying the otherwise empty rooms. Their only parental supervision, the mother of one Kendall Knight, was halfway across the country in Minnesota, her other child, Katie Knight, tagging along with her. To say that the four teenage boys were happy about no parental supervision was an understatement; to say they were taking advantage of it would be a huge overstatement. They were lazy little shits.

"Bitch, no," an agitated Latino finally responded from his burrow in the couch, Xbox controller in hand and helmet atop his head. Logan snorted and scurried around the kitchen and to the door, tweaking his hair and clothes a bit before cheerily swinging the door open.

"Uh, hi, Jo," the rowan greeted, slightly disappointed and confused. "Kendall is out-"

"I know." The blonde girl pushed past Logan, stepping up to the teenagers' center table before turning back to Logan, only giving Carlos a mere glance. The rowan eyed Jo for a moment, just now realizing that the blonde was dressed in some rather fucked up clothing.

"Whoa, whoa," Logan stopped the girl before she could fully intrude. "What the fuck are you wearing?"

Carlos' interested was peeked when his My Little Pony character fell past a patch of clouds he was supposed to land on. "Fuck… Oh hi, Jo!" The Latino turned toward the blonde and his friend- and one true morning enemy-, also eyeing Jo's interesting wardrobe. "I think she looks fine in drag," Carlos said matter-of-factly, glaring momentarily at the rowan. Logan sneered at his friend and looked back at Jo, who looked quite annoyed and unimpressed.

"Okay," she started, spinning around to the table and hopping into a seat, motioning for the two boys to also sit around her. "Hey, you got any liquor in this joint?" The two bandmates eyed the blonde as if she were crazy, the girl rolling her eyes.

"So why are you here?" Logan shifted in his seat, holding Jo's penetrating gaze, the blonde's lips curling up into a malicious smile.

"Boys," she began, twining her fingers together on the table in front of her. "I have a proposition for you."

"So… You're saying that you get this thing," Logan and Carlos' eyes met in an awkward stare. "-and we get nothing?" The rowan looked back at the blonde, who smirked triumphantly at the two boys.

Jo shook her head, amused. "No- see, the beauty is that you get to see me every single day!" The blonde purred inwardly as she glanced back down at the piece of paper on the center table. In all honesty, it looked like a shit load of circles, arrows, triangles and scribbles. It looked like a fucking geometry book, but if these mildly football-addicted teenagers understood it, she was okay with it.

The blonde looked back up to be met with two deadpan expressions- the two boys seriously looked like they were going to either fall over and decompose on the very floor beneath them, or leave. The petite girl narrowed her eyes and sat back in her chair, meeting their gazes back and forth between the two of them.

Suddenly, the blonde lunged toward Carlos and pried the helmet from his head, clutching it to her chest as she backed up to the door, the Latino following her closely. Jo's eye twitched crazily, yet involuntarily as one hand quickly reached into her pocket, unleashing a mildly large pocket knife. Carlos stopped abruptly, eyes blown at the sight of the knife. Logan remained at the table, rolling his eyes because fuck, he couldn't give less of a shit about Carlos' dumb ass helmet.

"Just- Give me Helmet, Jo," the Latino persuaded gently, gesturing for her to hand it over. Said blonde shook her head, eyeing her plan on the table. "At least of one you little shits need to agree," she replied, glancing between the two boys.

Logan and Carlos exchanged glances, the Latino desperate to get his helmet back with having to do anything. The rowan eyed his enemy: the helmet, then the plan, and then Jo. The blonde's arm relaxed with the knife, lowering just a bit, but not too much. Not enough to let them think she wouldn't use it.

They'd have to decide soon.

Jo smirked as straightened her partner-in-crime's tie, the boy shifting restlessly and groaning. "Is the tie really necessary, Jo?" The blonde scoffed and gasped mockingly, stepping back to stare incredulously at the boy. "It is a huge part of this plan, child!" The boy stared blankly at the blonde.

"Hey, don't diss the tie, Loges," the Latino butted in from across the room, smiling cheekily in the mirror at himself. Jo grinned fondly at her second partner-in-crime, turning back to finish tweaking the accessory on the rowan. Shaking his head, Logan glared angrily at Carlos and the boy's helmet, stomping his foot.

"Hey, you put yourself in this situation. Maybe if you weren't so crazy in love with Carlos' helmet…" Jo drifted off quietly as she stepped back from whispering in his ear, smirking as the rowan fumed. "I am not-"

A knock at the blonde's apartment door interrupted all of them, the trios' heads whipping around to stare wide-eyed at the door. Carlos whimpered and fiddled with his helmet, frowning at Jo and Logan. "I wanna back out now, Jo." The blonde girl shook her head and fixed her cardigan, motioning for her partners to go hide.

Clearing her head, Jo made her way to the door, settling a gentle hand on the door knob. Moments passed by in slow motion, the blonde's grip becoming firm on the knob. "Okay. Grow up, pussy," Jo whispered to herself as she turned the knob, the door slowly opening to reveal the blond and brunet boy they were waiting for.

"Jo," the blond spoke up, nodding to the girl, his friend doing the same. "Please…" Jo examined how close they were standing, licking her lips as her heart fluttered. "Come in." She motioned to her living area, inwardly proud that she had cleaned enough to make her den presentable to the public.

"So…" The brunet trailed off as they sat down relatively closely. Not close enough for Jo's liking. "Why exactly are we here?"

Jo narrowed her eyes at the two boys on her couch, taking a quickly glance around to spot a slightly panicked Carlos behind her computer desk. "What a nice question, indeed, James," she began, catching Kendall's skeptical gaze.

Suddenly, without hesitation, her hand shot up, her thumb shooting up to signal to her partners as she smiled at her guests.

Out of nowhere, Logan and Carlos were up, the rowan slamming and locking the door, the Latino moving behind the couch to hold them down on the piece of furniture.

What a nice question indeed.

And that's chapter four!

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