The next morning Kendall, Carlos and James had a few hours to themselves before rehearsals. They had anticipated an hour or so but Kendall's phone alarm hadn't gone off and it wasn't until room service had knocked for James daily towels. So now they only had time for a quick shower and breakfast. This didn't sit well with James because he needed that time to get ready. A quick shower was impossible for James could do. As the guys got dressed, Kendall took a seat at the edge of his bed. He turned on his phone and he immediately realized what was wrong with it. It wasn't his.
"Shit" he said under his breath. "Guys. Problem!" he said. Logan exited the bath room, drying off his jet black hair with a white towel. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"This isn't my phone," his voice panicked.
Logan furrowed his eyebrows. "Whose is it?" Logan asked. Kendall went to shrug his shoulders but then it hit him.
"The kid from the arcade!" He recalled out loud. "Shit…" Kendall said again.
"Do you know your number?" Logan asked.
"Good thinking…I'll call it and meet up with the kid to exchange them," Kendall said.
"Hurry up because we have breakfast and then rehearsals," Logan said. Kendall nodded and immediately began to dial his number. After several rings, to Kendall's relief, Gibby had picked up.
"Dude! It-it's Kendall from Big Time Rush…yeah. Look can we meet up to exchange them because I really need my phone…okay, I'll be there soon," Kendall said and hung up.
"Want one of us to come along?" Logan asked. Carlos came from the bathroom as Kendall headed towards the door.
"Nah I got this," Kendall said and left without another word.
"I don't know why he just doesn't get a new one…" James said.
When Kendall arrived at the suite Gibby was in he knocked. But no one answered. However the door slowly opened. Kendall was a little weirded out but he entered anyway.
"Yo? Um…Gibby? It's Kendall…" as he slowly walked in, he was taken off guard when he suddenly tripped and hit the ground.
"Oww!" Kendall said turning on his back. Gibby was standing over him. "I'm really sorry about this," Gibby said, holding a pair of hair clippers in his hand.