AN: So. Not a big of a fan of this chapter as I have been the previous ones. It's okay, I guess? It moves the plot along? Anyway, it's here and it's done and we can move along to the next chapter now!

"Gustavo!" James cried, his voice high and panicky while slamming a gossip magazine down on his desk "What the hell is this?!"

Gustavo took a glance at the magazine, before rather blandly stating "Looks like Delia and some guy."

And he wasn't wrong – the cover story was Delia being lifted off the ground into a hug by a tall, sinewy blonde man around the same age. There was a small blurb about TV's Austin Stevens and one of Gustavo Roque's newest artists seen out together and acting very intimate.

"Exactly!" Callie cried, moving in front of James and pointing her finger to the smaller square that had both her own face and James' "We were supposed to be on the front page!"

"I can't help what gossip mongers find interesting." Gustavo stated plainly.

"But she shouldn't be dating somebody!" James cried, his voice just as high pitched, as he motioned between himself and Callie "That's our thing!"

Gustavo slowly raised an eyebrow as he asked "So, you want me to not let anyone else in either of your bands date anyone because it's 'your thing'?"

"Exactly!" James cried, thankful, as he thought Gustavo understood where he was coming from.

Callie then interjected "Look, I know how crazy we must sound, but this was your idea. James and I are only 'dating' to get press for our bands, and now Delia's getting press all on her own by being allowed to date whoever she wants."

Gustavo rolled his eyes "You're worrying about nothing. Delia and this guy probably aren't even dating. Hollywood likes to spin any story they can. That's why the story of you two is carefully under my control. In a few days everyone will know that this Austin guy and Delia are just friends and you two will have the cover stories again."

James then tilted his head towards Callie "He does have a point, you know. This time last week you were convinced that Delia was dating Logan."

"And you were convinced she's a robot." Callie quipped.

"We still don't know for sure that she isn't!" James argued.

Gustavo rolled his eyes "You two are being ridiculous. Delia's not a robot, she's not dating Logan, and I'd bet she's not dating this guy, either."

"Who is he, anyway?" James asked, curiosity suddenly peaking as he lifted the magazine back off of Gustavo's desk.

Callie latched onto James' forearm to peer over for herself "That's a good point, I can't say I recognize him."

A quick Google search provided the information that he was the star of a new supernatural teen drama that had started that year. He played a typical high school student who was also the town's top defense in fending off zombies, werewolves, vampires, and other such creatures.

"If he was playing a vampire or zombie or something I'd get it." James had stated to Callie about a half hour later as they sipped on smoothies outside of Roque Records, still trying to figure out a way to get back to being the cover story. "But I have no idea what she sees in this guy. He seems really boring."

"Are you looking at him or at his character?" Callie asked, raising an eyebrow, "Because Delia and Austin actually have a lot in common. They're both from Orlando, and they both love musicals and old movies."

"It sounds like you're the one with a crush on him," James teased. "or maybe her."

Callie rolled up the magazine they'd been looking at earlier and swatted him in the arm. "Enough of this, anyway. We're not going to get on the front cover by sitting around doing nothing. Time to stop focusing on them, and start focusing on how to wow the press."

Meanwhile, Kendall was hanging out in the girls' apartment, eating all of their peanut butter. Auden was the only one home, and she was still hyperfocused on the other Delia situation, so she didn't seem to notice. However, Kendall did notice the change in tension right before Auden muttered "I can't believe James said he'd fuck a robot."

Immediately, he began choking on his spoonful of chunky peanut butter. "He said what?!"

"He said as long it was a hot robot like Delia he'd still fuck it." She explained. "But he wouldn't fuck an alien. What kind of backwards logic is that?"

"Wait," Kendall questioned "Are you saying you wouldn't fuck a robot, but you would fuck an alien?"

"Damn right." Auden nodded. "Aliens are still real. They still physically feel things. Robots don't physically feel anything and they don't emotionally care about your feelings. Also aliens are probably into some sick bondage stuff."

"Okay but how cool would it be to say you fucked a robot?" Kendall questioned "Or an alien? Like they'd both make such a great story."

With a roll of her eyes Auden responded "Well yeah, if you survive!"

Kendall had opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by a knock on the door. Auden raised an eyebrow curiously as she went to answer it. To both her surprise and Kendall's, it was Carlos standing on the other side. "Hey guys!" he waved lightly "Can I come in?"

After being let inside and plopping on the couch, Auden asked "So, um, Carlos, what brings you?"

"I need some help, actually," he confessed, his nervousness written both all over his face, and oh so blatantly in his actions. His eyes were fixated on the floor as he fidgeted about more than usual. "How do you, you know, have sex?"

At the question, Kendall immediately began choking on the peanut butter again. After a short coughing fit, he managed to spit out a "What?!"

"Brooke's not a virgin, but I am." Carlos attempted to explain better "And I'm just afraid I'm gonna look like an idiot cause I don't know what I'm doing."

"Dude," Auden comforted, placing a hand on Carlos' shoulder "We all look like idiots the first time we have sex. Some people look like idiots even after that. Right Kendall?"

"That's not what's important right now!" he cried, thrusting both of his arms to motion to his friend sitting on the couch "Carlos, don't you think you might be rushing into things just a little bit here? Didn't you and Brooke like just start dating?"

Carlos shuffled a bit in his seat "Well, yeah," he confessed "But I really like her. And if she expects us to do it then I want to do it for her."

Raising an eyebrow curiously, Auden questioned "She expects you to start fucking? That doesn't sound like Brooke."

"Well, we haven't actually talked about it, but I just wanted to be prepared…"

"DUDE!" Kendall yelled, lightly hitting Carlos on the back of his head "You're sitting here asking us about it when you haven't even talked to Brooke? That's a you-and-Brooke conversation! Not a you-and-me-and-Auden conversation!"

Across town, Logan was feeling very small all of a sudden. And he was sitting next to Delia, so that was really saying something. They sat at the same ice cream shop they'd met at every day consecutively for the past nine days. Today, however, was different, as instead of their usual spot on the bench outside, he sat next to his friend on a table inside, and across from one Austin Stevens, who was surprisingly taller and bulkier than he appeared on TV. "I mean," the blonde stated again, shoving another spoonful of strawberry ice cream in his mouth, "It's just so crazy that we both ended up here."

"I know!" Delia replied, nodding intently before she took another sip of her milkshake. Finishing her sip, she continued "And I adore your show. I've been doing my best to follow it every week."

"There's some fun stuff coming up soon." Austin promised with a laugh. "And I can't wait to hear your song once it comes out. I'll definitely buy your album."

"Well our Christmas song is expected to debut very shortly!" she beamed, before gesturing to the friend sitting next to hear "We duet with Logan's band, and it's actually quite the sweet little holiday tune."

"I still can't believe you're hanging out with Logan from Big Time Rush like it's not even a thing." Austin chuckled, shaking his head, before turning to Logan and explaining "You may not know this, but Delia had quite the crush on you back in the day."

Smiling smugly, Logan answered "Oh believe me, I know. And I'm never going to let her live it down."

"I mean, and no offense, but I always fancied Kendall, but of course I couldn't tell Delia that when we were dating…"

At this, Logan began choking on his milkshake. Clearing his throat, he clarified "Wait…so…you mean…you two…"

"How else did you think we knew each other?" Austin asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Stretching out a small pale hand to rest fragilely on the tanned hand of Austin, Delia then explained "Well, we'd met though work, though I worked at the Poseidon attraction and he worked in the Wizarding World. We did date for a short period and we obviously remained good friends through it all."

"Ooh, which reminds me," Austin replied, eyes lighting up "You know David who worked with you?" Delia had nodded and Austin teased "He might just be coming out to LA to live with me…"

"Oh my gosh!" Delia squealed, "Congratulations! Truthfully, I hadn't even realized the two of you were an item, but nonetheless I'm still more than happy for the two of you."

"Well what about you?" he questioned. "You're definitely the best girl I've ever dated," he joked before commenting "Surely some great straight guy has snatched you up by now."

Nervously, a hand flew to tuck a strand of red hair behind her ear as she muttered "Well…not entirely…."

Austin tilted his head to the side in disapproval, muttering a disappointed "Delia…" before chastising "You really gotta get yourself out there. Girl, you're still my best friend, but even you have to admit it's a little pathetic. I mean, I know you're picky and have commitment issues or whatever, but come on girl. You can't keep dating gay guys. Honestly, it's getting a little sad. And I don't want to have to pity you, but…"

And suddenly, something in Logan's brain snapped. He didn't even consciously remember doing it, but he took Delia's hand in his as he blurted "Well we haven't really exactly been telling people with the paparazzi and all…"

Delia's eyes were wide with shock as she asked "Logan, what are you-"

"He's your friend, right? It's only fair he knows…"

While Delia's expression just grew more and more shocked, Austin seemed genuinely and pleasantly surprised. "Look at you, landing your high school dream guy! How many girls get to say that, huh?"

Both Logan and Delia could only laugh awkwardly.

Later that same evening, Carlos and Brooke were having an awkward conversation of their own. They'd gone out to a casual sit down restaurant. He pulled her chair out for her, he'd kissed her cheek and everything was very sweet and romantic and for all intents and purposes, she really should've felt like Cinderella. And, she did, in a way. Cinderella had that nagging stroke of midnight, and Brooke had that horrible, wretched, nagging thought.

She'd managed to push it away for the beginning of the date, and up until the time they'd ordered their food it was really nothing more than a little voice in the back of her head. A little voice that was surprisingly easy to ignore. Kind of like Delia.

But as their drinks arrived, it started to plague the blonde more and more. She waited for the waiter to leave, and she glanced around before leaning in closer, her voice lowered as she asked "Can I ask you something?"

Carlos smiled at her, shrugging as he promised "Anything."

She licked her lips slowly, before admitting "Kendall and Auden told me you were talking to them about…" she glanced around once again, before whispering the word "…sex…" she glanced around a third time, before finally asking "Is that true?"

His eyes moved from her face to his diet cola as he admitted "Well, yeah. I'm kinda worried that once we do do it that it's not going to be good for you since I don't know what I'm doing."

She sighed, moving to take his hand from across the table "Carlos, I promise you, once we do get to that point, it will be great, okay? I'll teach you. There's nothing to worry about. But I don't feel comfortable with you talking to everyone else about it and not me."

"I was embarrassed." He explained. "And I know now that I should've talked to you first…"

She gave his hand a small squeeze, as she assured him "As long as from now on, our sex life stays between you and me only, I think we'll be okay. Besides, we can cross that bridge when we get to it."

Of course, there are eyes and ears everywhere. And the next day, Delia was on the cover again. The word was out, everyone knew that Austin had dated Delia in the past but they were just friends now, but images of her holding hands with Logan started to circulate, including eye witness accounts claiming to have overheard that the two were dating but keeping it under wraps to stay out of the public eye.

When James had stored over to the girl's apartment, new magazine cover in hand, he hadn't been expecting Delia to be the one to open the door. "WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT – oh hey Delia" he calmed down a little, smiling as he asked "Is Auden around?"

"Um, yes?" she replied quirking an eyebrow. "But if it's regarding what's on the cover of what you're holding, might I suggest you might want to talk to the source directly?"

"Oh, this isn't about you." He replied simply. "I mean, it is, but it isn't."

"I see." She replied blankly, blinking up at him but not understanding at all. "Well, Auden is around somewhere. I most definitely recall seeing her."

Spying her over Delia's head – he was a good foot taller than the redhead so it wasn't a difficult task – he cried "AUDEN! We need to talk! Alone."

Eyebrows rising, Auden nodded profusely and blew past Delia who'd still been standing in the doorway, slamming the door shut on her petite frame as she locked the door from the outside. Throwing a pair of aviator sunglasses on, she began walking away from the building, motioning for James to follow her. "What've you got?"

James handed her the magazine, allowing Auden to flip through it as he explained. "Yesterday, Gustavo said that Delia wasn't dating Austin, that she wasn't dating Logan, and that she wasn't a robot. Well two of those claims are now proved false! And I have a feeling this isn't two truths and a lie."

Glancing up from the magazine, Auden questioned "So you think Gustavo knows, and you think that he's hiding it?"

James nodded "Who was the first member of your group to be chosen?"

"Delia…"

"And what's to say that Gustavo even 'discovered' her, hmm? None of you were consulted! She might be a singing dancing robot that Roque Records is keeping a secret! We'll all be out of a job! We'll be replaced by cute little talented robots just like her! They'd never have to take a sick day, they'd only have to record their vocals once! They're coming for us!"

"James," Auden gasped, before tilting her sunglasses downwards to look him in the eye. "We've been spying on the wrong person entirely."

Meanwhile, the other half of James' current media relationship was storming over to his apartment. With a violent knock on the door, Callie waited impatiently for someone to open up. When she saw Kendall, she was a little disappointed. "Where is he." She seethed.

"Um Carlos is out with Brooke and James had needed to talk to Auden about something and Logan is on the couch…"

Kendall didn't get to finish his sentence as Callie pushed him out of the way, storming over to where Logan was seated, throwing the magazine onto his lap. "What. The. Hell?" she asked, arms crossed over her chest, foot already tapping impatiently.

Kendall turned around, smiling awkwardly as he offered "I'm just…gonna….give you two some space…"

"Don't!" Callie threatened. "I may need a witness."

Relunctantly, Kendall stayed, though he did make sure to stand on the other side of the kitchen counter from where Callie stood towering over Logan's seated frame.

"I don't know what came over me!" Logan answered honestly.

Callie narrowed her eyes "Look, do you have feelings for Delia? Because you've told me you don't but it sure seems like you do. I already told you how I feel about all of this, I just want you to be honest with me."

"I am!" he cried. "Delia is a friend. A really good friend! And Austin was saying some really hurtful things and friends help friends when they're in awkward situations…"

"Cut the bullshit." Callie demanded.

Logan groaned "I promise. There is nothing going on between me and Delia! I just said there was to shut her ex-boyfriend up! I would've done the same for you or Auden or Brooke!"

She sighed "And does Delia know that's the only reason why? Or does she think you like her?"

"Delia practically killed me for doing it in the first place!" Logan informed her with a voice that was high and panicky with anxiety. "If anything, she was more upset then you were!"

"Why would she be upset? She's getting tons of front page stories and had claims on two of Hollywood's hottest bachelors. Seems like a sweet deal to me."

Logan shook his head. "She was really concerned about you and James."

"What?"

"She knows that you two barely get along but you're both doing your best to paint a fake relationship to help out your friends and she actually really admires that. And she was honestly afraid you guys would be upset because you've worked so hard to keep this image up for the press and then she comes along and gets all these stories just for being friends with people. She may not act like it all the time but she really does care about you." Logan explained.

As the weight of everything came crashing down onto Callie, she softly muttered "I'm…I'm so sorry. Logan, I'm sorry for overreacting and for always coming at you like a jealous girlfriend even though we aren't dating." She smiled lightly "And I owe Delia an even bigger apology. Here I am in a rage and it turns out she's a better friend then I am."

Logan motioned for Callie to join him on the couch, which she gladly accepted. "Aw, I wouldn't say that." He put his arm around her shoulders as he confessed "You care a lot. That's nothing to be ashamed of. But you may need to dial it back a little." He laughed lightly.

Moving to rest her head on his shoulder, she mumbled "I really don't deserve friends so awesome and understanding."

"Umm…" Kendall waved awkwardly from the kitchen. "Is it okay? Can I go now?"