Hey guys!

Here I am, as I promised. I don't know what about you but school makes me feel like a 50-year-old business man. Soooo much to do. Sigh.

Anyways, enjoy!

This chapter is dedicated to Rusher Driver and Littlechild. Also, I would like to thank vindhya653 and Gabbi77 for commenting. Thank you guys, I love you for it :)

I woke up to a wonderful, sunny Wednesday morning. It was early, but it didn't really bother me anymore - I was starting to get used to it.

I got out of bed and took a quick shower. Luckily, today I wasn't the only one to get up this early. Jaxon and his friends planned to go somewhere in the morning, so he was up too. He was already in the kitchen when I finished showering.

"Morning, bro." I smiled, ruffling his hair. He hates it when I do that, but I can never resist, he's just too cute with his disheveled hair all over the place in the morning. He gave me a death glare, making me pull my hand back.

"Well somebody's grumpy today." I teased. He stuck his tongue out at me, going back to eating his cereal.

I made myself a sandwich and sat down next to him. We ate in silence. Soon, he was done eating and grabbed his plate and the milk from the table. Suddenly, he tripped, making and the milk spread all over the floor. Also, Max left one of his favourite shirts on the couch (it's signed by Tyger Woods), which somehow ended up on the floor yesterday and now it was all soaked through with milk. Jaxon stared at the shirt in horror, letting out a shriek.

"Oh my gosh, Max is gonna kill me!" He yelled, grabbing it from the ground. Then he looked at me. "What do I do now?"

I sighed. This shirt means the world to Max, he really is gonna kill Jaxon if we don't do something about it. I closed my eyes for a second.

"You know what?" I told him. He looked at me in interest. "I'll take the blame."

He smiled lightly.

"That's sweet of you but I'm not gonna let you do it. It was my fault, you don't have to take the blame."

I bit my lip. Confession time.

"Yeah... I kinda owe you with this."

He narrowed his eyes at me.

"How so?" He asked defiantly.

I sighed deeply.

"When I was five and you were three I once accidently gave the dog mom's favourite skirt to play with it. Let's just say by the time the dog was finished the skirt didn't look like a skirt and I may have... kinda... sorta... told mom you gave it to the dog."

Jaxon's mouth dropped open. I gulped. He slowly stepped closer to me, pointing a finger at me.

"You!" He yelled, making me get up and run to the other side of the table. He just stared at me for a few seconds.

"You're so dead." He laughed at me as he began chasing me.

I shrieked, running to the yard. Jaxon may be the taller one but I'm the faster one of the two of us. We ran around the sand pit laughing for like two minutes before I sprinted back into the house, trying to lock Jaxon out of the house but he pushed the door open. We then ran to the couch where I slipped and fell onto it, grabbing a pillow and holding it as a shield in final frantic.

He towered over me with a huge grin. He kind of reminded me of Kendall. He would always have the same face, marching up to me like a monster. And then he would tickle me. I widened my eyes at the thought but luckily, Jaxon had other plans. He picked up a pillow and started pummeling me with it.

This was the beggining of an endless-seeming pillow fight and later a wrestling match. I almost managed to get on top of him when Max walked into the kitchen. We both froze and quickly let go of each other.

"Morning, kidlets." He smiled, then his smile turned into a grimace as he looked at the shirt.

"What the...?" He rushed to it and kneeled on the floor, grabbing it. He looked at it in disbelief before turning to us and pointed at it.

"Answer me." He whispered, throbbing with anger. "WHO DID THIS?!"

I tried to stand up but Jaxon pushed me back.

"It was me." He told him quietly. I looked at Jaxon and he lightly shook his head, which meant "don't take the blame, he's way too mad". I didn't really care though.

"No, it was me." I said to Max, making him take his furious glance off Jaxon and on me. I gulped.

"Max, she's just trying to take the blame, don't believe her. It was me." My brother protested.

"No, he's just trying to take the blame!" I pointed at Jaxon. "I did it!"

"Ciara, stop it." Jaxon told me gently but I shook my head.

"No. Max, seriously, I was just...-"

"ENOUGH!" Max yelled, making both of us shut our mouths. He took a deep breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Listen. I'm not willing to talk about this any more then it's neccessary. Both of you are grounded for the rest of the week. And now I'm going to work." He ponited at me. "Just as you are. And you." He told Jaxon. "You're staying at home."

"But-"

"No." Max told him firmly and grabbed his coat. "Goodbye."

We watched him leave. Then we just stood there, staring a the door helplessly.

"This is fair." Jaxon told me honestly. I nodded, pursing my lips together.

"Quite unpleasant. But fair." I agreed.

We both sighed.

"Alright." I said. "I'm going to the set."

I arrived just on time, along with Logan. Oh, my partner in (almost) being late. Always by my side.

Scott and the producers were helpless without Kendall. Scott loudly promised to himself that he will never, ever, ever let anybody do anything like this again. So, we even filmed some scenes from Season 2. For example, Big Time Fans.

We got changed, got our hair done and the stylists even put on some make-up because of the lights.

I was wearing a gym outfit: a grey tank top and simple jeans.

We were finishing the scene where James and I are in the gym.

"And what do you see about me?" James asked. "Besides... Great muscle tone." He flexed his muscles.

I looked at them before answering.

"You're too trusting! And if you're not careful, the next thing you know superfan is smacking you upside the head with a frying pan and stealing your identity."

"Or..." He booped my nose."Your crush has gotten bigger on me, and now you're following me."

"I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU!"

"Katie. Your words do say no, but your eyes say..." I punched him in the stomach, not hard though. He collapsed.

"CUT!"

The crew started hooting and clapping. James was still on the ground, pretending to be passed out. I grinned down at him in victory.

"Haha!" I laughed. "Ten points to gryffindor!"

James suddenly - but gently - swept his leg under mine, making me fall on top of him. He caught me, so I didn't get hurt but I was defenitely shocked.

"That wasn't fair!" I laughed, moving a little so I was straddling his lap so we were both more comfortable.

"Not fair? Huh?" He grinned, repeatedly poking my stomach. I giggled like mad, pushing his hands away.

"Stop!" I laughed, gently punching his shoulder. His eyes widened.

"Oh... It's on!"

With one swift movement, he lifted me off of him and trapped me beneath him. My eyes widened.

"No." I told him, watching with terror as he raised his hands, fingers curled.

"Yes." He grinned as he started to tickle me. I shot up with laughter, trying to break away from him but there was no use. Suddenly, a hand appeared on James' shoulder, shoving him and James rolled off of me, falling onto the ground. I looked up to see Carlos standing there.

"Saved you!" He smiled. "Say, what do you say we beat James up for no apparent reason?"

I grinned mischieviously, nodding. James saw the look on our faces but ut was already too late. Carlos tackled him and they wrestled a little before managed to get on top of James and held him down.

"He's all yours." He grinned.

I happily started to pummel James, all three of us laughing in the process. I didn't hit hard, I don't like hurting people, but it was fun to get back at him.

Then, all of a sudden, James broke away from Carlos and grabbed me, making me shriek with laughter. James threw me over his shoulder and ran off with me.

"Carlos, help!" I chuckled helplessly. He was running close behind us.

"I'm coming for you!" He yelled.

"Carlos!" Scott called from somewhere. "You're needed!"

Carlos stopped chasing after us.

"Sorry!" He said, running to the other direction.

"No!" I yelled after him. James laughed evilly.

"You're all mine."

He then put me down in the hallway, on the couch.

"And now..." He grinned and rubbed his hands together in an evil villian style. I gulped. "I'm not gonna do anything." He told me, smiling and sitting down next to me. "You don't deserve it."

I smiled too, leaning back on the couch.

"I never deserve it."

He chuckled.

"Sure."

We sat in silence for a while.

"Hey." He told me quietly, nudging my leg gently. "How are you? I mean, since your dad... I mean... You know."

I nodded, smiling lightly.

"I'm fine." I replied. "He scared me, but I'm okay now. I just... I wish I wouldn't be so small sometimes."

James smiled, putting an arm around me.

"It's cute though."

"Yeah." I grimaced, sighing. "It's cute all the way until it's not. People just pick me up from the ground. Like a sack of potatoes, you know?"

I saw guilt on his face.

"No no no, I didn't mean it like that. I have no problem with being picked up by you guys, we're just messing around, that's fun. But it's not always fun being so small. I mean, I love it that I'm not tall because people still treat me kind of like a baby, and I like to be babied and carried around but not by everyone."

James nodded seriously.

"I can understand that. Have you met your dad since he..."

I shook my head, letting out a laugh.

"Luckily no."

James bit his lip.

"You know... If there's one thing I've learnt during the family problems in my life, it's that you should never judge."

I nodded.

"I know, I don't judge him. But I also don't trust him."

"Are you sure that he doesn't like you?" James asked. I thought for a second.

"I don't know. But I'm sure I'm not his dream-daughter. And I will never be." I smiled sadly.

James pulled me closer, planting a kiss on my temple.

"Hey, people change. And I'm not talking about you wearing dresses in the future. Your dad can still change. And it's also understandable that he would like to see you in a dress. Dads usually love to look at their daughters proudly and seeing them in nice dresses. But that's not your style, and he needs to understand that. And screw him if he doesn't! Everyone deserves to be loved just the way they are. Especially a sweet little angel like you."

I smiled at him. Man I love my "big brother". I hugged him, squeezing him tight. He smiled and hugged me back, stroking my hair.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Just remember that we're here for you. I know it's not like having a dad, but... Well, it's not like having a dad."

I laughed, squeezing him again.

"I don't care. I'm just thankful for you guys."

We sat there for a little while, just hugging. A little later we heard Scott yelling for us. We were needed in the next scene. We got up and James took my arm, linking it through his.

"Let's go, Milady."

I giggled. People always told me having older brothers sucks. Oh well. Try spending a week with these guys. You're never going to want to let go of them.

Aaaand done! I'm sooo sleepy, sorry if I made any mistakes. Anyways, have a great day! Whatever you are be a good one! ;)

~ This one is for the ladies, they lookin' so amazin'... ~