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Chapter 13 – Fight, Fight, Fight!

Katie's POV

I eventually left Kyle's apartment and slowly made my way back to 2J. I knew Kendall was going to want to talk to me but I didn't want to have to face James. I had no idea what my actions and his meant for us. Were we together? Were we just friends with a little too much sexual tension? Were we merely acquaintances now who still had a little too much sexual tension?

I finally reached the apartment door and gingerly placed my hand on the doorknob, like I was afraid that it had been doused in boiling water. It felt just fine and I cautiously turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

I stepped into the apartment and quietly closed the door behind me, hoping that I could just escape to my bedroom, but of course, I had no such luck.

Kendall and James were sitting at the counter with Kendall's laptop propped up in front of them. Both boys looked up the second the door snapped shut. I met James's eyes and immediately blushed and I could have sworn that his cheeks were tinged red too.

"Oh good, here you are. Wanna be the tiebreaker?" Kendall asked, breaking the awkward silence between James and me.

"Depends," I said. "What exactly are you two trying to decide on?"

"Which DJ we should try to get for the wedding reception."

"Oh, okay, I guess I could do that."

I walked over to them and they moved apart enough so that I could squeeze between them. My arm brushed against James's and I felt as if my entire right side was on fire. I blushed and quickly squinted at the computer screen to see what DJs they were considering.

I scrolled through the playlists the DJs boasted that they had come up with began tapping my finger against the screen. "This one, DJ Rox. He's got some amazing playlists."

James punched the air. "Yes! Thank you Katie, you have the best taste in music ever!"

I grinned at him, and for a moment the intense make out session in the storage cupboard had never happened. "I know, but by all means, continue on, I love flattery."

"You're so modest."

"I'm more modest than you."

"Hey, it's not my fault I'm an absolute sex-god – as you have probably figured out…" The color rushed back in his face and on my other side Kendall slapped his hands over his ears and began screaming,

"La-la-la – I can't hear you! LA-LA-LA!"

And he's the one who's getting married and having a baby. Be very scared, world. Be very, very scared.

I punched Kendall in the shoulder and when he took one hand away from his ear to glare at me in annoyance, I screamed in his ear, "IMMATURE!"

"Ow," he complained, rubbing his ear. "That was mean."

I face-palmed. "Unbelievable," I mumbled through my fingers. "Un-freaking-believable."

"Katie, what's your favorite song on DJ Rox's playlist?" James asked, gently touching my wrist.

"Oh, ummm…" I quickly scanned it before answering. "Avril Lavigne's song Hot. He should play that at the wedding. It would be epic! Oh, and Lifehouse's song Crash and Burn. He needs to play that one too. How about you?"

James grinned. "I could see you going for Avril Lavigne and Lifehouse. No, I like Crash and Burn too, that's one of their best songs. And All Time Low's song The Party Song (The Walk of Shame)."

"Awesome song," I agreed.

"Okay," Kendall said, glowering a bit, "I'm going to give this DJ Rox a call."

"It's for your own good, K-Dog," James called as Kendall walked away, pulling his phone out of his jeans pocket. "This playlist has more of the kind of music that Jo can appreciate. She won't take the cake-cutting knife to your neck now!"

Kendall responded by flipping him the middle finger.

"So you two are getting along okay?" I asked James a little hesitantly, because I could think of a very specific reason as to why they wouldn't be.

He nodded. "We talked things over and everything's cool now."

"Good, I'm glad. I'd hate to be the cause of a split in your friendship. I don't want you guys hating me."

"Katie, we could never hate you."

I wanted to say something so badly about what had happened in the storage cupboard, but I didn't know what, or how, to say it. I didn't really regret it, and, let's face it, it had been amazing, but how was I supposed to bring it up? We weren't even dating!

Kendall walked back into the room, clicking his cell phone off. "Okay, that much is settled. DJ Rox will DJ at the wedding reception, so we can relax about the music now."

James nodded and clicked out of DJ Rox's website. "What now?"

Kendall ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't know…food? I really want Jo here for that though, plus Carlos and Logan."

"How about theme?" I suggested. "We could make compile a list and have Jo go over it later."

Kendall rubbed his eyes. "I don't know. Honestly, today has been such a long day, there's been too many ups and downs. All I really want to do is grab dinner and let my brain rest."

James nodded and closed his laptop. "Do you want Katie and me to run out and grab something for you? You do look pretty beat."

Kendall plopped down on the couch. "I really need to talk to Katie before I do anything else."

I groaned. I hadn't been looking forward to discussing the incident between James and me with Kendall.

James smiled sympathetically at me as he dug his wallet out and began counting out the cash. "He didn't even yell at me. You'll be fine."

"You are such an optimist."

"No I'm not. I just have faith that Kendall loves you. Besides, I'm the one who would have gotten the worst of his wrath. You have nothing to worry about." He stuffed his money back into his wallet and shoved it into his back pocket. "I'm heading out for Chinese food," he called to Kendall. "I'll be back in an hour or so." He flashed me a smile and waved at Kendall before walking out of the apartment.

Hesitantly I walked over to Kendall and sat down beside him.

"James told me all about you two fake-dating," Kendall said gently. "He told me about how it started, and that you two really did go to Kiss and Tell 3. Did anything happen?"

I shook my head. "Nothing. Nothing happened."

"Until today," Kendall stated and I looked away from him, staring down at the floor, feeling my face heat up.

"Yeah. Until today."

"I don't understand what happened," Kendall admitted. "I didn't ask James this, but I have to admit, I'm curious in a really sick way."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I want to know but at the same time I don't, and it's going to drive me nuts until I ask it."

"So ask it."

"Katie…"

"Just do it. It can't be any more disturbing than anything you've seen or heard today."

"No, I guess it isn't. How – how did you and James end up in the position that we all walked in on?"

"In the storage cupboard?"

"I think it's technically a closet – it's a little too big to be a cupboard."

"Whatever. Is that what you meant?"

"Yeah, it is."

I stared at him, unsure of how to answer. "Did you want a blow-by-blow description?"

"NO! I just…you like Kyle. I never even imagined that you might have feelings for James, so I'm trying to figure out how he ended up close to half-naked in a storage cupboard with you."

"You just told me it was a closet."

"WHATEVER!"

"Gosh, you're testy."

"KATIE!"

"What?"

Kendall rubbed his temple with his index fingers. "Sometimes it's scary how much alike we are."

"Believe me, I feel the same way."

"Katie, please just answer me."

I shrugged. "I'm not really sure. He pulled me into the closet or cupboard or whatever the hell it is, to beg me not to tick you off anymore and…I don't know…I just grabbed him and kissed him. I initiated it, not him."

"But why did you do it? Was it to get back at Kyle? He's gay and you'd just found out, so…"

"I don't like Kyle anymore, I haven't for awhile. And why would I kiss the guy who or the guy I like likes? Would I be congratulating him on landing my best friend, who he wasn't even trying to get in the first place, who he never wanted?"

"But then why – ?"

"Kendall, is it really that obvious? I like James! And I'm not sure, but I think he likes me too."

Kendall pressed his lips together, although it looked like he was trying to hide a smile.

"Does he like me?" I asked. "Did he say something to you?"

Kendall patted my shoulder. "I'm going to let you and James work this one out baby sister, I want no part of it."

"So you're not going to tell me?"

"Nope. It's none of my business, and I don't want it to be my business. But I'll say this much – I don't like the idea of you with him. We both know he has a history of sleeping around. But he's a good guy, and he's capable of caring about someone just as much, if not more, than he cares about his hair. Just do me a favor, Katie."

"What?"

"If you two do end up sleeping together – and I'm not giving my permission because, well, why would I? – but if you to end up actually having sex or something, could you just, before you continue, make sure he hasn't gotten an STD or something?"

"Don't you guys have to get checked for STDs every six months? Doesn't Griffin insist on it?"

"Katie, can you honestly remember all of the girlfriends he's had in the last six months?"

I winced. "Good point." I paused before adding, "But he probably won't want to be with me. Why would he want to be with his best friend's little sister?"

"Would he kiss you back in the storage closet?" Kendall countered.

"How should I know?"

"Katie…forget it, I give up. I'm going to lie down. Let me know when James gets back with the food. And where are Logan and Carlos?" He got to his feet, stretched, and headed towards his and Logan's bedroom.

"I don't know, I haven't seen them."

"Well, text them when James gets back. And no…funny business…while I'm asleep."

I rolled my eyes. "Kendall, you are way too paranoid."

He raised his eyebrows at me. "Remind me what you were doing with him in the storage closet?"

"Ummm…Kendall, you're the best brother in the world and I promise no funny business with James!"

"That's better."

And he walked into his room and closed the door.

I leaned back against the couch, closing my eyes. Too much had happened…How to wrap my mind

around it…?

My phone began vibrating in my pocket and I pulled it out to see the screen lighting up to show the Caller ID: Gabrielle, AKA Gabi, Morrison, one of my best friends from back home. Her mother and my mother grew up together, although Mrs. Morrison had a daughter a couple of years before Mom had Kendall. But they were pregnant with Gabi and me at the same time, so we've literally known each other since we were babies.

"Hey Gabi," I said into the phone. "How's Minnesota?"

"Almost warm. How's KENDALL'S WEDDING?"

"You heard?"

"Did you think your mom was going to keep her son's marriage a secret? I'm pretty sure my mom was the first one she told. And congrats – I heard you're going to become an aunt in, say, eight months or so."

"Around that time, yeah."

"Well, anyway, Mom and I are flying out for the wedding."

"Ohmigosh, are you freaking serious?" that was the best news I had heard all day. "That's so awesome! When will you get here?"

"Thursday morning."

"Wow, that's only a few days away. What're your sleeping arrangements?"

"I think we're gonna be bunking with you guys, but I'm not sure. I need to check with Mom."

"You better stay with us," I told her. "We have so much catching up to do!"

"I'll say! Hey, did you ever land that Kyle guy who replaced me as your BFF?"

"Shut up, you know no one could replace you. Anyway, it turns out he's gay and likes James. But James and I did make out in a storage cupboard – I mean closet – today, and then got caught by Kendall, Logan, Carlos, and Kyle."

"How – why – huh?"

"It's a long story. I'll explain when you get here."

"You better, because now I'm dying to know! By the way, what's with all the stuff about you and James being into bondage? There was some article in some tabloid about you handcuffing him to your bed."

"Oh, that's Jett Stetson and Courtney Hill's fault."

"Who's Courtney Hill?"

"James's psycho ex-girlfriend who is now out to reap her revenge. She also happens to be Jett's…I don't know…bed buddy or something."

"Someone actually wants to sleep with Jett Stetson?"

"I know, I couldn't believe it either."

James's POV

I took my time getting to the Chinese restaurant, and then I spent a good ten minutes figuring out what I should get, before stepping in line to order the food. Once I finally left the restaurant, I took the longest route back to the Palmwoods and made sure to go at least two miles under the speed limit.

Okay, so I was delaying the inevitable. But give me a break. I didn't want to return to the apartment so soon. Katie and I still had things to figure out, and who knew what Kendall had said to her?

Unfortunately, once I reached the lobby, I had no reason to loiter any longer, so I made my way up to the apartment. I stood outside the door, hand on the doorknob with my stomach twisting into knots that would put any boy scout to shame.

Finally, I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The apartment was empty except for Katie, who was sprawled on her back on the couch, her earbuds in her ears and her iPod lying on her stomach. Her eyes were closed and her fingers were drumming against her iPod in time to the music.

I grinned. This was a perfect opportunity…

I carried the bags over to the counter and grabbed the spray bottle that Mrs. Knight keeps around to water the plants. I walked back over to the couch and sprayed Katie full in the face.

Her eyes flew open, she screamed, and promptly rolled right off the couch. "JAMES DIAMOND! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" she fumbled with her iPod and finally wrenched the earbuds out of her ears, glaring at me ferociously.

"Yeah, I've been getting that a lot lately," I replied. "But so far, no one's made good on their promise."

Katie sat up and I walked over to her, laughing, as I held my hand out to help her up. She took it and was just getting to her feet when she suddenly pulled hard, yanking me down to the ground with her.

"Is that your revenge?" I asked.

She smirked. "Maybe. Or maybe…"

"Or maybe you'll pull something really devious?"

She nodded. "Yes, exactly."

"Awesome, I'm looking forward to it. Just don't do anything to mess up my hair, okay?"

She licked her lips and I followed her tongue with my eyes, trying to control the direction my thoughts were going in.

"Hmmm…I wonder how you would look with pink hair…"

"KATIE KNIGHT!" I yelped out, just as she slammed herself to her feet and took off running, cackling evilly.

And that's the girl who was making out with me four hours ago in a storage cupboard.

I sprang up and chased after her. She dodged around the couch and I leapt over the back of the sofa, trying to grab her, but she jumped out of my reach and took off again, into the kitchen.

I followed her and she pushed herself up on the counter. I grabbed her by the waist and dragged her down while she half-screamed, half-laughed, for me to let her go.

"Nah-uh," I teased her. "Not until you tell me…hmmm…Oh, I know! Not until you tell me that I'm the best looking guy in the world with the best hair and the best smile."

"NEVER!"

"I'll hold you hostage until you say it."

"In that case I really will dump pink dye in your Cuda shampoo."

"It doesn't matter if I have pink hair, as long as you know I'm the best looking guy in the world. Besides, I would look fucking hot with pink hair."

"Sure James, just keep telling yourself that."

I lifted her off of the ground and threw her over my shoulder.

"JAMES! PUT ME DOWN!" she screeched.

"Only if you say it."

"I REFUSE!"

"Sucks for you. But for me it's a win-win situation."

I carried her over to the couch, but she was squirming so much that I was finally forced to set her on the floor. Instead of letting her up, however, I positioned myself over her, keeping her hands above her head.

"I HATE YOU!" but there was no malice in her voice; she was laughing too hard to make it sound believable.

"No you don't, you love me."

"Even so, I STILL HATE YOU!"

"Ah, come on Katie, don't be like that. Just say it."

"NO!"

"Not even if I say please?" I pouted at her, sticking my bottom lip out.

She paused and ran her tongue over her lips again, but quickly passed the temptation. "Not even then."

At least she had stopped screaming.

"You're mean," I informed her.

"You're the one who's got me trapped on the floor with my hands above my head," she retorted.

I paused. "That's actually a very good point."

"So are you going to let me up?"

I shook my head. "Nope, I kind of like you like this."

Her cheeks began to flush red. "Don't tease me," she whispered.

"Katie, I always tease you," I reminded her.

"I meant – "

The front door flew open and there was immediately a low stream of wolf-whistles.

"Ouch. Is it just me or is this room burning up with sexual tension?" Carlos ribbed us as he fanned his face with his hand.

"Their sexual tension's on fire," Logan replied, laughing.

Katie gaped at Logan from under me. "Did you just say something that wasn't scientifically correct?"

Logan frowned. "I think I did. Damn! I've been spending too much time with Carlos!"

"Why've you been spending too much time with Carlos?" Kendall asked as he came out of his bedroom. He raised his eyebrows when he saw us.

"James – "

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm getting off your sister."

"That just sounds wrong," Carlos informed me.

"This whole situation is wrong," Logan countered.

"Yeah, but freaking hilarious!"

"It's not that funny," Katie grumbled as I backed away from her. She sat up and straightened out her clothes.

"So does this mean you two talked things out?" Kendall wanted to know. "And is the couch safe to sit on?"

I frowned. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Well, if you two were on the floor, then you must have rolled off the – "

"Nope, Katie's the only one who rolled off the floor, and that's after I sprayed her with water."

Kendall, Logan, and Carlos all face-palmed.

"So you two didn't talk?" Logan confirmed.

Katie stared at him. "How could we? I was too busy running from him and he was too busy trying to pull me off of the kitchen counter and pinning me under him."

"JAMES!" Kendall yelped.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You – you – you – we talked about this!"

"Did you see clothes flying? No, you did not. I think I'd remember if that was happening."

"Unless you were trying to block it from your memory," Carlos suggested helpfully.

"I thought things were going to get better after the incident in the storage cupboard!" Kendall cried.

"I thought it was a storage closet," Katie said.

I glanced at her. "No shit? It's a storage closet?"

She shrugged. "That's what Kendall said. He said it was too big to be a cupboard."

"It was pretty large. We could both stand up in it – "

"You two sure weren't doing a lot of standing," Logan commented, smirking a bit.

I didn't dare look at Katie. My face felt like someone had taken a blow torch to it, and I was betting her face was just as red.

"LOGAN!" Kendall snarled. "You're supposed to be the sensitive one!"

"Sorry, but it's kind of funny how we keep walking in on them at the wrong moments."

"It's not funny, it's disturbing."

"Most of the moments you walked in on weren't even the wrong ones, they just looked like the wrong ones," I spoke up.

"That makes absolutely no sense," Kendall snapped.

"No, actually it did," Logan said. "Just think about it for a moment."

Katie let out a loud sigh. "Are we going to be eating any time soon?"

"I don't think anyone's going to be able to eat any time soon," Logan informed her.

"Fine. In that case, I'm going to go talk to Scarlett. Text me when we're finally eating. And Kendall, stop freaking out about every little thing. Seriously, I thought we'd worked stuff out." And with those words she stalked out of the apartment, slamming the door shut behind her.

"James! I know I told you to figure things out with my sister, but I didn't mean – "

"Why do you always assume the worst?" I asked. "Nothing happened. Why do you keep freaking out?"

"After what I saw in the storage cupboard – I mean closet – "

"Just forget that. Can't you just calm down?"

"James – "

"Look, we were just messing around. I sprayed her with water, she fell off the couch, I tried to help her up but instead she pulled me down, I chased her around the apartment, she got up on the counter, I pulled her down, and because she was squirming so much, I set her on the floor. That's all."

"You were supposed to figure things out! Figuring things out implies talking, not spraying her with water!"

I shrugged. "I didn't really feel like talking."

"You are hopeless, James. You know that, right? You're hopeless."

"I love you too Kendall," I replied sarcastically. "Let me know when we're finally eating. I'll be in my bedroom."

Before anyone could say anything else, I stomped off to my room. Finally. Some peace and quiet.

I sank down onto my bed, massaging my temples. I wasn't ready to have the talk with Katie, and I didn't think she was ready to have the talk with me either.

But one thing was sticking in my mind now that no one was yammering at me. What had Katie meant when she had said "don't tease me"? I had an idea of what she meant, but I wasn't sure. But I really hoped that I was right.

Katie's POV

I knew I had to apologize to Scarlett somehow or other. And it was probably better sooner than later. Which was why I stood outside the Stetson's apartment, having just knocked on the door, and waiting for an answer.

I was hoping fervently that Jett wasn't home, because I really didn't feel like putting up with that jackass.

After several seconds of waiting, the door swung open and Scarlett stood in front of me. My jaw dropped. She looked terrible. Her curly blond hair was messed up like she had been sleeping, her mascara was running down her cheeks, and her eyes were red and puffy.

"What're you doing here?" she demanded. Her voice was hoarse and cracked.

I bit my lip. "I came to apologize and try to explain things to you."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"I know, and I don't blame you. But please just hear me out. I wasn't using you and I wasn't trying to steal Kyle from you. That was never my intention."

"But you were fake-dating James to get Kyle's attention and you lied to me about why you were fake-dating James in the first place!"

I sighed. "I know. I should have told you the truth. I should have told everyone the truth. Kendall doesn't trust James and me now, Logan and Carlos think that finding James and me in really weird, awkward positions is hilarious, and my best friend's gay! If I had just told everyone the truth in the first place, none of this would be happening."

"You're not going to make me feel sorry for you," Scarlett informed me haughtily.

"I'm not trying to. But I am sorry for not being straight with you."

"Well, at least you know what you did wrong."

"What you said earlier, about us never being friends – I really do consider you a friend. I never thought of betraying you, it never even crossed my mind that that's what I was doing. And I'm so sorry for hurting you, I'm so sorry!" I could feel a lump in the back of my throat and my eyes stung with tears. "Please believe me, Scarlett, I never meant to betray your trust! I could never do that intentionally to you."

She paused and searched my face with her eyes, before nodding. "Okay. I believe you. But I would really love to know how you thought you were going to go out with Kyle if you weren't going to steal him from me."

"I honestly can't remember what my original plan was. I think it was just to wait things out, because Kyle never dated anyone any longer than a month."

Scarlett wiped out her mascara-smeared eyes. "Well, now we know why, at least."

"Yeah, turns out he's gay."

There was a pause and then Scarlett leapt forward and hugged me, burying her face in my shoulder. I stroked her hair and she half-sobbed, half-laughed. "I can't believe I fought with you over a guy who is never going to like either of us! This is so stupid!"

I tipped my head back and chortled. "Yeah, it kind of is. Well, we're teenage girls, so what do you expect?"

She stepped away from me, wiping her eyes again. "Do you want to come inside? Jett isn't there."

"Does this mean you forgive me?" I asked as she let me into her apartment. We sat down in the couch and faced each other, our legs crossed Indian-style.

She nodded. "I shouldn't, I should still be really pissed off at you for awhile, but I kind of have an idea of how you felt. I used to have a crush on a guy who had no idea I even existed. He never found out, either."

"Who was he?" I asked, startled. I couldn't imagine a guy not noticing Scarlett.

"Jett's best friend before my darling brother went and got himself famous. But Chad was nothing like Jett – he was a sweetheart, but he only saw me as Jett's little sister. I guess that's why I was so enthusiastic about the idea of you and James getting together. The little sister and the best friend falling for each other. It's classic."

"I suppose…"

"Oh come on Katie! You and James would be so awesome together!"

"Maybe…"

Scarlett frowned. "Okay. Spill. What's wrong?"

"James and I just need to talk about what happened earlier and we haven't done that yet, and I don't think we're going to get the chance to do that for awhile. Things are going to get really insane with the wedding."

"You two just need to have about an hour or so without any interruptions where you can just get

everything out on the table."

I nodded. "You're probably right."

She leaned back against the couch, grinning. "Of course I am. I may be a blond but I'm not dumb. And yes, I know the correct term is stupid."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You're insane Scarlett. But in a good way."

"Ah, shucks, you're making me blush."

"I'm serious! You've got to be one of the sweetest people I know!"

"Well, I guess I'm just trying to make up for Jett's jackass-ish-ness."

"Well, Scar, I think you've succeeded."

The next few days went by in a flurry of wedding plans. There were plenty of arguments and fights, the worst of which was over the menu. Kendall was all for having pizza-bagel-bites and hot dogs, while Jo insisted on a whole bunch of dishes that I couldn't even pronounce. When I did try, I sounded like I had a speech impediment.

Anyway, this particular fight went on for a good six hours on Monday, with Kendall and Jo screaming bloody murder at each other. Mom and Mr. Taylor tried to act as referee and then winded up in the fight as well when they tried to defend their own kid.

James, Logan, Carlos, and I all knelt behind the couch, cowering from the screeches and screams and yells that were coming from the kitchen.

Logan and Carlos were arguing on which party would end up the victor.

"Duh, it's going to be Jo and Mr. Taylor, because eventually Kendall will get tired to screaming at Jo," Logan reasoned with Carlos.

"No way! Kendall's too stubborn! And he will never let go of his pizza-bagel-bites."

"Fine! I bet you five dollars that Jo and Mr. Taylor win."

"I accept!"

James and I glanced at each other and then I grabbed Logan and Carlos by their ears.

"Ow, ow, ow!" Logan howled. "I have sensitive ears, remember?"

"Dude, shut up. Neither one is going to win, they're going to reach a compromise."

"I'm with Katie," James added.

"Diamond, Knight, you're both on!" Carlos cried.

Those two idiots. They should have known to never bet against me.

It was nearly eight in the evening by the time Kendall, Mom, Jo, and Mr. Taylor managed to figure things out, but in the end they decided on a menu that was right in-between Kendall's and Jo's preferences.

James and I both reached our hands out to Logan and Carlos, both of whom grumbled under their breath but still slapped (and I do mean slap) five dollars each in our hands.

James and I high-fived before we all crawled out from behind the couch to continue with the wedding arrangements.

That was the worst of the fights, although every day one or two arguments would break out.

Eventually, however, things began to knit themselves together, and we had most of the wedding and the reception planned.

Mom had arranged for Gabi and her mother to stay in our apartment with us. While that meant that our apartment would be extremely crowded, no one complained, which was good, because if anyone had made one comment about the lack of space, even James, I would have punched them in the mouth.

Mom drove down to LAX on Thursday morning to pick Gabi and Mrs. Morrison up from their nine-o-clock flight. I waited in the apartment, watching as the guys tried to get rid of some of their adrenaline via video games. We were taking a break from the wedding plans, since we were all getting a little wound up. Camille had kidnapped Jo and was forcing her to watch The Tourist in an effort to get her mind off the wedding. And of course, the guys' form of stress relief involved staring at a TV screen with remote controllers in their hands. It was always hilarious to watch them, because at one point or other at least two of them would end up rolling around the ground, trying to strangle the other.

Today it was Logan and Kendall. I'm not completely sure how it happened, because everything flew by so fast, but one minute the two were completely peaceful – well, as peaceful as they can be when their video game avatars are trying to kill each other – and the next Logan had roared and lunged across the couch for Kendall. The two fell to the floor, rolling around, kicking, and screaming.

Carlos shrugged and dove into the chaos while James and I stayed huddled on the couch with our feet up on the cushions so that they didn't get crushed when the threesome rolled over into our vicinity.

"Think we should tear them apart?" I asked James.

"Nah, let's just let them fight this one out. They look like they're enjoying themselves."

"Well, are you going to join the fight?" I asked pointedly.

"Are you kidding me? The Face might get damaged!"

Before I could retort, the front door opened and Mom walked in with my Minnesota best friend and her mom.

"Gabi!" I shrieked, jumping to my feet, leaping over Kendall, Logan, and Carlos who had yet to realize that Mom was home with our guests.

"Katie!" she screeched back and we hugged, jumping up and down and screaming like we were four year olds.

"Ohmigosh, I have so much to tell you!" I gushed.

"If you don't tell me what's been going on, I am seriously going to have a heart attack!"

James clambered over the back of the couch, out of harm's way, and landed neatly on one knee on the floor. "Hey Gabi," he said easily. "Hey Mrs. Morrison. Long time, no see."

"James!" Gabi threw her arms around him as if he was her best friend, instead of me, but I knew this was just to see what his reaction would be. Plus, I had a feeling she was checking to see if he was in even better shape than he had been when she had last seen him, two years ago. I mean, let's face it, with a body like that, who wouldn't want to check?

"Hi…squeezing…can't breathe…" James managed to get out.

Gabi released him and stepped back and winked at me to signal that she definitely approved.

"Oh, sorry James. Guess I don't know my own strength."

Kendall, Logan, and Carlos finally realized that something was going on and they popped up, hair mussed, clothes messed up, and breathing heavily.

"Oh, hey Gabi, Mrs. Morrison! How's life?" Kendall asked as he dragged himself to his feet.

As Mrs. Morrison replied, Gabi grabbed my arm. "You have got to show me this place! This entire hotel looks incredible!"

I grinned. "You're in luck – I give personalized tours. Now…I charge two-hundred dollars an hour plus expenses."

"Tell you what," Gabi replied, and then lowered her voice so that the boys, who were making excuses to Mom, couldn't hear. "You give me the tour for free and I won't tell the guys that you secretly love their music."

I gasped and put my hands over my heart, staring at her in horror. "You wouldn't."

"Oh, I so would."

"Fine. You get a free tour, no expenses. Lucky you."

I showed her around the apartment, and then we walked around the different floors, before descending down to the pool, and finally ending in the lobby.

"Okay, this is officially the coolest place ever," Gabi said as we plopped down in chairs in the lobby. "I can see why you love it so much."

"It is a pretty awesome place," I admitted. "Some of the people aren't, but the rest of it is nice."

"So what was going on when Mom, your mom, and I walked into the apartment?"

I laughed and explained what had happened right before they had arrived. When I finished, she just shook her head, snickering. "Some things will never change. Well, it's nice to know they haven't grown up."

"I don't think they'll ever grow up past the age of, say, fifteen."

"So how's James been? How are you two getting along?"

"Honestly? I don't know. We haven't talked about what happened last Sunday, and I think we're kind of pretending that it never happened."

"Well that's stupid," she proclaimed, pushing her dark curly hair out of her eyes. "You two are awesome together. I can't figure out why you guys can't see that."

"I can see it, but I think he's ignoring that fact," I replied bitterly.

"Hey Katie!" another voice, one that I tried so hard to avoid, called to me. "Where's your boyfriend? I'm shocked you don't have any handcuffs with you, I thought you always carried them with you."

I turned around and faced Jett coolly as he reached Gabi and me. "The only reason why I would ever carry handcuffs around was if I was going to chain you to a light pole, Stetson."

He licked his lips slowly. "Sounds like a plan to me."

AAAAAGH! Did nothing faze him?

"This is Jett Stetson?" Gabi asked me, looking Jett up and down with a look of disgust on her face. "Wow. It's a good thing they have to wear makeup on TV, because otherwise no one would want to look at him."

"Who's this?" Jett asked, nodding to Gabi.

Gabi got to her feet and faced him. "Gabi Morrison, Katie's best friend, and the president of the I Hate Jett Stetson club."

Jett blinked. "That's an actual club?"

Gabi turned to look at me as I face-palmed. "Is he for real?"

"You know, I'm pretty sure that he's run off of batteries or something, but I've never been able to prove it."

"So Gabi," Jett began, leering at her. "Are you anything like Katie? I mean, like into handcuffs and stuff?"

Gabi placed her hands on her hips and glared at him. "Did you just ask me if I was into bondage?" she hissed at him.

"Duh. So are you? Because if you are…" he trailed off suggestively.

Gabi hauled back and punched him in the face. I nearly fell over as I stumbled to my feet in shock.

"What the hell?" Jett howled, dropping to his knees as he clutched his nose in pain. "What'd you do that for?"

Gabi shrugged as she shook her fist out. "It's about time somebody besides James punched you. You deserve it."

"That hurt!"

"Oh my gosh, you're such a baby! Suck it up, Stetson like the man you say you are. Come on Katie, there's one too many rats in this lobby."

We stalked off, leaving Jett on his knees with Bitter screaming, "MY LOBBY HAS RATS?"

"You know something," I said to Gabi as we got into the elevator. "You punching Jett was the best thing ever!"

I'm sorry if the ending was a tiny bit abrupt, I just wanted to get the chapter done and posted.

So...only one more chapter and the epilogue...But don't worry, I plan on making both the last chapter and the epilogue as epic as possible! And I've got another Jatie story (well, actually two) that I'm really looking forward to writing! I finished one of my classes today, so maybe the next chapter will be up a little bit sooner...

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