Annnd here's part 12...I was just having a fight with myself on whether I should combine this with the next chapter or not...I didn't, because I'm in one of those weird slumpy moods. So...here ya go.

- Veg

It was completely dark out, and I was on the beach. Brooklyn walked beside me, our fingers loosely laced in-between each other's. "Your hands are freezing," she points out with a smile, tightening her grip. I just laugh and teasingly place my free hand against her neck, making her cringe from the harsh coldness. "Stop it!" She demands, playfully bumping in to me. It was silent for a few more moments, but not awkwardly like our silences normally were; it was because neither of us even felt the need to talk. I watched Brooklyn as we continued our barefoot walk in the sand. The light wind blew her hair in every direction, giving me the obligation to move a piece of it out of her face. In return, she looks up at me with her big, brown eyes and flashes me a nervous smile. Unsure of exactly what I was doing, I let myself fall down in the sand and easily drag her down with me.

"Did you have fun tonight?" I ask, staring out at the pitch-black ocean.

"Not at all," she smugly replies, laying back in the sand and tugging my arm to bring me back with her.

"No need to be a smart ass," I shoot back, rolling my eyes. She just giggles and pushes my shoulder.

"You know me; I just had to ruin the moment." She scoots in closer toward me as I loosely wrap my arms around her waist. "I'm just sorry we didn't do this sooner." I chuckle in return.

"Yeah, me too." I stare at her for a moment, unsure of what to do until I finally notice our faces moving closer and closer together. Before I knew it, my lips crash against hers as she reaches up to wrap her arms around my neck. The corners of her mouth twitch into a small smile as she slowly pulls away.

"Logan..." She says in a hushed tone. I give her a questioning look, and she just repeats herself. "Logan..."

"LOGAN!" Brooklyn's sweet voice suddenly turned in to my three friends yelling. It was all just a dream.

Of course it was... God forbid that actually happen to me.

"Whaaat?" I groan, burying my head in my pillow.

"C'mooon!" Carlos says, shaking me childishly. "We have to be out of here in 10!" I glance over at the clock- it wasn't even 8 yet. I already felt Gustavo's wrath for rehearsal today. It was going to be absolute torture.

And I was right. Gustavo had us rehearsing almost nonstop from 8:30 to 4, until Kelly finally stepped in as our savior and said he was being inhumane. Once we got comfortable in the car, I wouldn't be surprised if we fell asleep in there.

"So...much...yelling..." Carlos whines, completely falling over in his seat. We all just groan in agreement.

"Just one more week..." Kendall reminds us. He was trying to be optimistic, but obviously another week of this was nowhere near the bright side.

It was around 4:30, and I had just come straight home from a short rehearsal to drop the boys off at their grandmother's. After what happened last weekend, they wouldn't be spending the next few days with their father.

I sat on my couch, bundled up in my sweatshirt and pajama pants- it was freezing both outside and in the house. At this point, I was so comfortable watching Fight Club for the eight hundredth time- I wasn't even in the mood to go out tonight. That would require actually having to make an effort to look attractive.

I continued to procrastinate getting ready, too involved in my movie. "Man, I see in fight club, the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived." I recite out loud to myself. Like I said, I've seen this movie eight hundred times. "I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God dammit, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables- slaves with white..." I get quiet once I hear a chuckle coming from the doorway.

"Brooklyn?" I hear a voice ask. "What...are you doing?" I quickly turn around, only to see James, standing behind the screen door- I obviously left the actual door open. No wonder why I was so cold...

"Shit!" I say, jumping up to let him in. "I lost track of time..." He just laughs.

"Yeah, I noticed."

"Uh, just give me five minutes! Not even!" I tell him as I eagerly rush back to my room. God, I'm a fucking idiot.

"Oh, please," he shouts down the hallway. "I couldn't even do that!"

I was impatiently watching the clock- it was already past 8. James left three hours ago, and I was getting paranoid. Where did he take her? What were they doing? How was James even managing to keep up with her? Was it all going well?

"Do you know where he took her?" I finally ask out loud.

"Huh?" Kendall and Carlos mindlessly ask, paying more attention to the TV.

"James...where did he take her?" I repeat. They didn't seem to care much.

"I don't know," Carlos says in a monotone, completely engrossed in whatever they were watching.

"Why do you care so much?" Kendall asks, mid-yawn.

"Uh...I don't." I lie. Kendall and Carlos sigh in unison and turn the TV off.

"You're getting really annoying with this, dude." They sharply glance behind their shoulders when the door creaks open- James was finally home. My friends give him a questioning, "Hey..." when they notice the smug look on his face.

"So, how'd it go...?" Carlos asks, suspiciously.

"What?" James asks as he takes a seat. "Oh, right... Well, she's really..." He takes a moment to find the appropriate word.

"She's really what...?" Kendall asks.

"Weird." He finally blurts out. We all just look at him, confused. "What? I mean, she wouldn't even let me kiss her!"

"You...tried to kiss her...?" I question with clenched teeth, trying to stay as calm as possible. He shot me a look that basically said, "Uh, obviously."

"Then why do you seem so...happy?" Kendall changes the subject, trying to avoid some type of explosion.

"Huh? Oh, I just got a date with some new girl I met in the lobby." He replies before standing up and heading back to his room. The three of us just sit there in silence, probably all wondering how he manages to be so careless. I subconsciously pull my phone out of my pocket, only to find a text and missed call.

Brooklyn: God dammit, answer your phone.

Gee, I wonder who called.

I take the time to step out in the hallway before dialing her number. "What kind of cruel, sick joke was that?" Brooklyn's voice says immediately after the first ring.

"What...?" I ask. She was really good at confusing me with her indirect questions.

"Why the hell did you let me go out with James?" I tried my hardest not to smile, even though she couldn't see me.

"Why?" I ask, actually trying to sound concerned. "What happened?"

"He's a fucking idiot, that's all!" I refrained from bursting out into laughter.

"Oh, god...what did he do?"

"Let's just say he isn't as charming when you find out he's a fucking moron."

"What did he do?" I was seriously concerned now. Brooklyn just sighs.

"I don't even want to repeat some of the things he said...it'll easily knock twenty points of my IQ." Sounds just like James. "Look...I'll bitch to you tomorrow, since you didn't stop me from going." I just laugh, obviously getting a kick out of this. "Well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself!"

"Sorry," I say, calming down. "I just can't wait to hear this story now..."