Time skip: The next day around 2 PM
P.O.V.: James
"Hey, Logan, wanna help me rehearse for an audition? I finally took a break from planning your sister's wedding," Camille asked.
"I'm so sorry, I can't. Gustavo wants us to write songs for the album," Logan said.
"Aww. It's about a robot princess that falls in love with a hair-model prince," Camille said.
"I'd love to help you," I said.
"Thanks, James," Camille said.
"Okay, see you. I'll be in the park thinking," Logan said before grabbing his paper and leaving.
"Just give me an hour to absorb the script," I said, and Camille handed me a copy of the script.
An hour later, Camille and I met in the living room of my apartment.
"But I can't love you because I'm… a robot," Camille said.
"If it is forbidden, then why were you programmed to love?" I asked.
"Oh, no! There's a bomb!" Camille said, pointing to a pillow with a watch tied around it. I simply picked it up and threw it.
"The bomb explosion throws us into each other's arms," Camille said, and we hugged. We looked into each other's eyes and kissed quickly, like the script said. But then we kissed again, this time more deeply. I then noticed what we were doing and jumped back.
"What did we do?" I asked frantically.
"We kissed, like the script said," Camille said.
"Not that second one!" I shouted. Camille gasped.
"We have to tell Logan," Camille said.
"No, you see that is a bad idea because then he'd know about it," I said.
"James, don't be stupid," Camille said.
"I'm not gonna tell him," I said. She suddenly broke into tears.
"Please don't make me tell him! I don't think I could handle the guilt!" Camille cried.
"O-okay, I'll tell him!" I said. Camille broke out of her tears.
"Thanks, James," she said, then pushed me out to the pool area, where Logan was.
"Oh, hey, Logan, old buddy," I said.
"Oh, hey, James," Logan said, looking up from his writing.
"So, there's something important I need to tell you," I said.
"What is it?" Logan asked.
"Okay, I k… I ki… I… used your toothbrush!" I said finally.
"What?" Logan said.
"I'm so sorry, dude," I said, going along with what I said.
"It's okay, man," Logan said, and I walked away.
P.O.V. change: Logan
Camille then walked up to me.
"Hey, I saw you talking to James just now," Camille said.
"Yeah, and he told me something weird. But if he wants to put his mouth on something old, then he can. I was gonna dump it anyway," I said.
"Well, if you were gonna dump me anyway, then I shouldn't tell you that James and I kissed!" Camille said.
"What? You and James kissed?" I said.
"Dude, we got caught up in the acting! There was a bomb!" James defended. I raised my fist, about to hit him in the face, and he cringed back. But I couldn't bring myself to it. I dropped my fist.
"Man… I just need some time to think about this," I said, walking away. I literally ran into Krystye in the lobby, and we were both knocked to the floor.
"Ow… Logan?" Krystye said.
"Yeah," I said sadly.
"Aww, big bro, what's wrong?" Krystye asked.
"Camille cheated on me," I said.
"Aww. Are you gonna cry, because I'll let you," Krystye said.
"Yeah, I think I'm gonna cry," I said, letting the stray tears fall. Krystye crawled over to me and hugged me.
"Just cry it out, Logie," Krystye said calmly. We sat on the lobby floor like that for a good half hour.
"What do I do? I've never been cheated on before," I asked.
"Who did she cheat on you with?" Krystye asked.
"James," I said.
"Forgiveness is the only answer. If you forgive and forget, then it can't come back and bite anyone in the butt, and you'll feel better in the long run," Krystye said.
"So I should just forgive them?" I asked.
"Yes. Remember back on tour when I could have swore Kendall was cheating on me with one of our fans? I forgave him after a few minutes. Go up to James and Camille and forgive them," Krystye said.
"You know what? I think I will. Thanks, little sis," I said, getting up and looking for James and Camille.
P.O.V. change: Krystye
Logan's doing the right thing. Forgiveness is always the answer. As I was thinking, Kendall tripped over me.
"Ow," Kendall said as he sat up.
"You okay, baby?" I said.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Kendall said.
"I'm sorry for you tripping over me," I said.
"It's okay. Better than tripping over my own feet," Kendall said. We crawled to a couch and sat down in front of it.
"So, why are you on the floor?" Kendall asked.
"I ran into Logan, and haven't gotten up yet. I've been on the floor for over half an hour," I said.
"Dare I ask why," Kendall said.
"Camille cheated on him with James, and I let him cry on my shoulder," I said, motioning to the wet spot on my grey v-neck.
"Wow. Even I never took that hard," Kendall said.
"Remember how we got together?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah, we cheated on James and Jo…" Kendall trailed off.
"And now Jo has gone NUTS!" I said.
"Yep. Poor James," Kendall said.
"I'm not your boyfriend!" James shouted as he ran from Jo.
"You will be mine!" Jo shouted as she chased the boy. Kendall and I laughed at their expense.
"I love this place," I said before Kendall and I kissed.
"The funeral's today, Krystye," Kendall said.
"Oh, yeah! You get Logie and Jamie, I'll get Carlitos," I said. We split up. I found Carlos at the pool, trying to talk to the Jennifers.
"Carlitos, come on. Let's go," I said, grabbing Carlos by the arm and pulling him towards the car, where I saw James, Logan, and Kendall already in the car. I put Carlos in the driver's seat and me right behind him, next to Kendall. We drove to Rocque Records and got ready for the funeral. Gustavo and Kelly wheeled in the Skype setup, and my mom asked for the chat. Kelly accepted it, and the burial site showed up on the screen.
"Hey, kids!" Mom said.
"Hi, mom!" Logan and I said.
"Hi, Mrs. Mitchell," the rest of the guys said.
"What song are you singing today?" Mom asked.
"More Than a Band," I answered.
"That's a great song! I bought a copy of your album, and it's really good! Gertrude loves it!" Mom said. Gertrude is mine and Logan's little sister. She's 13, and named after our Grandma Mitchell, the one whose funeral is today.
"Thanks, mom," Logan and I said.
"I see you're still saying things together," Mom said.
"Mom!"
"Sorry, sorry. Well, the funeral's about to start," Mom said before waving and going to her seat.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate the life and mourn the loss of Gertrude Candace Mitchell. She was mother to one and grandmother to three. May Krystyna and Hortense continue to experience success in their career choice, even without their grandmother. May Gertrude Marie be able to cope with this loss well. May Joanna and her husband continue to live their lives. And now, a performance from the twins' band, Big Time Rush!" the pastor of Grandma Mitchell's church said. We sang More Than a Band.
"It is now we lay Gertrude to rest," he said, then the casket was lowered into the ground.
"Hey, mom, have you been told the great news?" I said.
"I don't think so. What is it, Krystye?" Mom asked.
"I'm getting married!" I said.
"Really? That's great! Who's the lucky man?" Mom asked. I grabbed Kendall's arm.
"Kendall," I said.
"Oh, that's great! Honey, your oldest daughter's getting married!" Mom called to my dad. He came onscreen.
"Hey, Krystye! Hey, Hortense!" Dad said.
"Dad, stop calling me Hortense!" Logan complained.
"Sorry, Logan. So, you're getting married? When's the wedding?" Dad asked.
"New Year's Eve," I said.
"I'd love to be there to give you away, but I can't," Dad said.
"Yeah, your father and I are kinda running tight on funds," Mom said.
"That's okay. Logan's gonna take your spot," I said.
"Okay. Kendall, you better treat my daughter right. It'll be your hide if you hurt my little angel!" Dad said.
"Mr. Mitchell, I promise that no intentional harm will come to your daughter," Kendall said.
"Do we have your blessing, Daddy?" I asked.
"Yes, cupcake, you have my blessing," Dad said.
"Thank you, Daddy!" I said. I blew him a kiss, and the chat ended.
"Today ended well," Kendall said.
"Yes, it did," I said. We hugged then kissed.
"Can't wait for December," I said.
"Neither can I, Krystye. Neither can I."
