Hello. Sorry it's been a while since my last update. I really will try to update sooner. I've just been really busy with summer reading assignments and team practices. Fair warning, there is an "interesting" conversation in this chapter. I own nothing.
Kendall's POV
"OK, guys, when she comes, try not to scar her for life anymore than the past couple of weeks have," I said while eyeing Carlos, who was cleaning his helmet with a toothbrush.
"I'll have you know that this helmet requires special care!" he retorted.
"Not as much special care as these luscious locks require," argued James, who was unsurprisingly coating his hair in some random gel.
"You guys are idiots," called Katie from her bedroom.
"Finally, someone agrees with me," grumbled Logan.
"You, too, Logan."
"I am not an idiot!"
"Sometimes, the truth hurts, Logie."
"Shut it, James."
"You guys really are idiots."
"You, too, Kendall," said Mom as she passed by.
"Thanks, Mom."
"Anytime, sweetie."
"We're all idiots," smiled Carlos.
"Except for me!" objected Katie.
"Yeah," agreed Carlos, "Katie is the smartest person around here."
"HEY!"
"Fine, Logan, you're the smartest person around here, but you're still an idiot."
"How does that make any sense?"
"It just does, Logie."
"Would you stop calling me that?"
"What, so only Camille can call you that?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, Logie, you're so handsome!" Carlos mockingly swooned in his best "Camille voice."
"Just shut up, Carly."
"Logie!"
"Carly!"
"Logie!"
"Carly!"
"Lo-
"SHUT UP!"
"Chill, Diamond. What's your problem?"
"My problem is that all this fighting and stress is NOT good for my hair!"
"Why are you spending so much time on your hair today? Is it because Alina is coming?"
"NO!"
"It better not be," I growled.
"Ooh, Kendall's already gone into overprotective older brother mode."
"I am not."
"Yes, you are."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Is she pretty?" interjected Logan.
"YES!" cheered James.
I turned to give James a menacing look, but Camille interrupted.
"Exactly who is this pretty girl, Logie?"
"See! She is allowed to call you that!"
"Shut up, Carlos! Uh… Camille, hi. I didn't see you there. And it's not like that. You know that I'm only interested in you."
"WHO IS THIS GIRL THAT YOU SPEAK OF?"
"A-Alina."
"The girl that's going to be LIVING WITH YOU?"
"Camille, calm down… I mean, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!"
"Oh, I would never hurt you, Logie, just anyone that tries to come in between us. James, you say that she's pretty? Rate her on a scale of one to ten!"
"We are NOT having this conversation," I yelled.
"Fine, but I'm going to have to make it clear that Logie is mine."
"Ten," mouthed James.
"I saw that, James."
"Kendall- OW! OK, I'll shut up!"
"Alina's going to be here any second," called Mom.
"That's great," said Camille with a look of anticipation on her face.
"OK, we need to get Camille out of here."
"NEVER! I mean, you'd never let them kick me out, right, Logie?"
"I- uh…"
"There's no time for that! We'll just have to lock her in a closet with Logan," suggested Carlos.
"I don't think that's such a great idea," said Logan while glaring at Carlos.
"Besides, we don't support teenage pregnancy," joked James.
"NO! We wouldn't… do THAT in the closet!"
"Oh, Logie, it's not such a bad idea."
"Camille, we're only 16 and you know the risks and we really should wait and I keep saying and, and I'm panicking and let's not and-
"Come, Logan, I must MAKE you mine."
"Sex is not the answer, Camille!"
"Yes, yes it is, Logan!"
"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" he screamed as Camille pushed him into the closet.
"Here's a condom," said Carlos as he threw one in the closet before locking in.
"HELP ME! PLEASE H-
Logan's cries were probably cut off by Camille's lips.
"Carlos, why did you have a condom?"
"Oh, hey, Mrs. Knight. Don't worry, I still have my innocence. I thought it was a lollypop until I read the label. I found it on James's side of our room."
"JAMES, WHAT THE HELL?"
"I bought it at the store thinking it was a lollypop until I read the label!"
"OK, then, but what were you doing with it, Carlos?
"I was going to use it to embarrass James later."
"Hey!"
"Wait a minute, Mom," I said, "you interrogate Carlos and James about a condom, but you let Logan and CAMILLE go on in a closet with said condom?"
"This is Logan we're talking about."
"Yeah, true."
"Hey, Mom?"
"Yes, Katie?"
"What's a condom?"
"I call not being the one to explain that to her," chirped a new voice.
"ALINA!" we all chorused.
Alina's POV
"ALINA!"
"Hey, everybody! I compliment you all on your enthusiasm and interesting conversations."
"Alina, we've missed you, sweetie," said my new mom as Kendall got my bags and took them to the room Katie and I would be sharing.
"I've missed you two, Aunt- I mean Mom, or Parental Unit."
"Any of those three work."
"Thanks for being a gentleman and getting my bags, Kendall."
"No problem cousin, sister, sibling unit."
"So, I remember that you're James, and from the helmet that you must be Carlos, but where's Logan?" I asked.
"In the closet with a girl," smiled Carlos.
"But I thought James was the man-whore, no offence."
"None taken. But yes, Logan is the man-whore. He's totally not smart, sweet, sensitive, or cute. Not the kind of guy that you would want to date. OW!"
"Ooops, sorry, James. I didn't mean to step your foot."
"Kendall, play nice."
"Actually, Alina, Logan is not a man-whore. Carlos locked him and his girlfriend in the closet because we think that his girlfriend might… it's a long story. You don't really want to know."
"I'll take your word for it, Kendall."
"Good choice."
"No, bad choice. It's an interesting story! Well, basically, Camille is a crazy b-
"CARLOS! You've already poisoned my daughter's ears once, today!"
"Mom, it's not like I've never heard that before. The boys and even Alina use the word 'bitch' all the time."
"Oh dear God," moaned my mom-aunt-parental unit.
"Sorry about that," I apologized.
"Anyways, Camille is a crazy b-banana-head whom Logan likes. She gets jealous really easily and she heard that you were coming to live with us and was going to tell you to stay away from her dear Logie, but I locked them in the closet because wanted to spare you her wrath."
"I'm touched by your gesture of… heroism?"
"Thank you. Wait… is that a good thing?"
"I don't know. The smart one's in the closet!"
"Yes, heroism is a good thing," said Kendall.
"How good of a thing? Like a go out with him kind of good, or just be his friend kind of thing?" asked James.
"I, uh, choose not to answer that."
"Once again, Alina, good choice."
"GET ME OUT OF THIS CLOSET!" screamed Logan.
"Is he going to be OK?" I asked.
"Probably not."
"And you're not going to help him?"
"No," the three of them said at once.
"You guys are idiots."
"THANK YOU!" shouted Katie.
"I sense a previous discussion of your idiocy."
"You sense well," said James.
"Thank you?"
"You're welcome."
Did James really wink at me then, or was I just hallucinating?
"Well, I feel kind of guilty and I could use a good distraction from… everything, so who wants to help me unlock a closet?" I asked.
Nobody answered me.
"Fine, I'll just do it by myself."
"Five bucks says Camille slaps her," whispered James.
"You're on," Carlos whispered back.
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