Hey peeps! Did you know today is a holiday? You probably didn't unless you live in Utah, like me. Because it is a state holiday. It's Pioneer Day, when Brigham Young brought pioneers and established Salt Lake City. It isn't an important holiday (unless you are a Mormon, like I am) but still, who doesn't love holidays. Even if like no one celebrates them?

Sorry for the wait for the second chapter, but I get distracted. It is a very jumpy chapter, because it was either have two separate chapters or one giant one, and since I am kind of lazy, I chose to have one giant one. Sorry, I hope that is okay.

Chapter Two:

Lucy answered on the very last ring. "What's up?" she asked. Kendall could hear Camille in the background, asking if it was him. He could imagine her nodding her head as an answer.

"There's been a change of plans about tonight. I don't think we can go anywhere."

"And why is that?"

"Something pretty big came up," he looked at Presley, who was lying on top of his bed. He didn't really think she knew what was happening, who he was. But of course, she was only three month old. There was no way of knowing anything relevant to what was going through her mind. "But I convinced my mom to make tacos. We can watch a movie or play video games or something."

"That's fine. When should I be there?"

"Seven-oh come on. I have to go Lucy. I'll see you later." He hung up before she could reply, and slid his phone into his pocket. "Presley, don't spit up. Yeah, like saying that is going to stop you." He looked for a paper towel of any sorts, but there wasn't any in the room. He had to hurry to the bathroom across the hall to grab toilet paper, but when he returned back to his room, she had gotten the spit all over her clothes. He cleaned it up the best he could, but he still had to leave the room once again to get the diaper bag from the where he left it in the kitchen.

Katie was sitting on the couch, watching something on the TV that only she would be interested in. "What's up Bro?" she asked as she turned down the volume.

Kendall swung the pink bag over his shoulder, "Nothing, Presley just made a mess on herself. She needs to be changed."

"Can you do that without getting the onsie on backwards?"

"Of course I can," he scowled. He didn't know if he should be leaving Presley alone this long, he's only had her for an hour after all. He still didn't know how to change a diaper, but unfortunately that that wouldn't last very long. He wished it could last. "I am perfectly capable of doing this."

Katie laughed, one of those laughs people give when they are taken aback. She fell quiet, but only for a second before piping up again to ask, "Where is Presley going to sleep tonight?"

"In my room, I guess," Kendall replied. So maybe he wasn't as capable, but he was determined. "I don't know, I haven't really thought about it."

"What in?

"In a crib, where babies sleep," he knew exactly where Katie was going with this. Trying to outsmart him, but she was a girl. Didn't girls just have that natural instinct?

"So you just happened to keep a crib under your eyebrows? What about diapers and the formula? You probably need a dresser or something for her clothes and junk. And have you called Jo?

"I've called Lucy," like that would count.

"Here's the deal Kendall, because I'm surprised Mom hasn't mentioned it yet. Change Presley, call Jo and pray that she answers. While you do that, I'll go online and find a list of things you'll need. Then go to the store and buy all these things. And hurry, before Bitters smells baby."

"Will you…" he began to say, but was cut off by Katie instantly.

"No one wants to babysit, bro. You're going to have to take her with you."

He kind of suspected that from Carlos, Logan, and James. "But what about the paparazzi? They are everywhere Katie. Everywhere!"

"As if they aren't going to notice you buying baby supplies from Wal-Mart. It's the price you pay for being famous."

Kendall didn't really feel like objecting, so he listened to Katie's instructions and hurried back to his room, where Presley still laid in his bed. He quickly changed her out of her clothes and it to the first outfit he could find in the diaper bag: a frilly pink leopard-print shirt and jean pants. Then he moved to his phone, still in the pocket he left it in after talking to Lucy. He dialed Jo's number slowly, he still had it memorized, but it didn't take long to here Jo's voice coming from the speaker. It wasn't a hello or how are you. It was a little harsher answer. It was, "Hurry it up Kendall, my flight is about to board."

"You're flight, where are you going?"

"Back home to North Carolina."

"Aren't you forgetting someone?"

She sighed. In the background, he could hear the voice of someone announcing that the flight was not boarding. His time was slipping away. "Presley's better off with you Kendall."

"You're her mom Jo. Do you really want to miss watching her grow up?"

"I didn't want her in the first place. I'm way too young to have a baby. She didn't like me either, she cried every time I picked her up."

Why did he call her? Besides Katie telling him too, there was no other reason. "So you just leave me a baby? Not even a warning?"

"You'll be fine. You have the money to take care of Presley. I have to go get on the plane right now; don't expect to see why in Los Angeles for quite awhile. I'm going to go be a teen in Carolina."

And the line goes dead.

Kendall shoved his phone in the pocket once again. Jo has changed since the last time he'd seen her. She's become narcissistic.

He laid down on his bed, picking up Presley and placing her on his knees. "You're better off with me, anyway. Tomorrow I'll find a lawyer, read over those papers your mommy left me, and get full custody of you." She makes a goo sound, as if she replied. She was reaching towards something on the bed, but her hands weren't long enough to get it. "Since you kind of came out of the blue, I don't own baby supplies. So you and I need to go shopping. Then I have to rearrange my bedroom so their room for your crib. And all of that needs to be done before Lucy comes at seven. Who knows, you might just get your first run-in with the paparazzi today."

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Somehow, he managed to leave the Palm Woods without being seen, even with the car seat in his hands and a diaper bag over his shoulder. He didn't feel very manly, but what else could he do. He double checked about babysitting, but no matter how hard he pushed no one would agree to it.

Having the time being only eleven helped him a lot. All of the residents at the Palm Woods were either working, at the pool, or still sleeping. Usually, there would be paparazzi by the vending machines, but since usually they would be at Rocque Records at this time, they weren't there. Maybe they were tracking another celebrity through the streets of Hollywood.

The only real difficulty he had was placing the car seat into the car. That had taken at least ten minutes, and a lot of bouncing Presley around, but he managed to do it without calling for his mom to help. He used his phone to map the closest baby supply store and was on his way there.

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Presley was heavier than she looked. He didn't want a repeat of putting the car seat into the car, so he decided to ditch the thing and carry Presley instead. But no matter how small she was, he would often have to shift her from hip to hip.

Katie had printed out a list, just like she had said, and the whole thing was bigger than he thought. There were obvious items, like a changing table and stroller, but other items that he wouldn't think of, like night-lights and an infant bath. He wouldn't buy everything in one day, just what was needed. The crib was a have too, but that was all he was certain about.

Walking into the store, though, and seeing all of the different items there were made him even more confused. He knew nothing about babies, and everything that was stretched out before him made him feel like he knew even less.

"Do you need help sir?" a red-haired employee comes from the check out desk. She had on an apron and a crooked name tag.

Kendall didn't want to sound too inexperienced, but since he's only had Presley for going on three hours that was hard to do. "A lot of it," and he went on explain his situation.

The saleswomen nodded her head when he was finished, taking the list from out of his hands. "I don't think you need everything today, but all the important thing, crib, playpen, changing table. So you know this will be costly, maybe a thousand dollars."

"That's fine, I have the money." The advantage of being in Big Time Rush, he actually did have the money.

"Let's start with a stroller. They'll be about two-hundred." That was more than he thought, but there was nothing he could do. If he was going to keep Presley, he needed this stuff. He follows the saleswomen to the back of the store, where the strollers were lined up as if they were going to be in a parade.

In the end, he bought seven big items and diapers, and his price still rang up for over a thousand dollars. The saleswomen said they would get it delivered to the palm woods in a few hours. Kendall was hoping that he could put all of this together before Lucy came, and that there would be enough space in his room for it. He would have to see.

"Is that all you need?" the saleswomen asked.

"There is one thing, but you don't have to do it," he replied. He held Presley with both hands, away from him because of a stench coming from her. "I have no idea how to change a diaper."

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The furniture came sooner than he thought. He had convinced his mother to watch Presley while he told Bitters about lot of things that was coming. He agreed without an argument, which made Kendall realize that he wasn't listening. Not that it mattered.

It was all moved into the apartment in only ten minutes, with both the movers and Big Time Rush's help. The boxes were scattered all across Kendall's room, there was so many that it was hard to get around. His bed was pushed against one wall; the one opposite to it was where he would put the crib.

He had almost three hours until Lucy would be here. Three hours to get it all together. He set up the playpen he bought first, which really didn't take long, so he had a place to keep Presley for the time.

The three hours passed quickly, but nearing the end, he was pretty much done, besides the drawers of the dresser not being filled with all the clothes that came with Presley. There was enough room to walk around, but not much. That was just a price he was going to have to pay.

He could hear a knock coming from outside the room, and his mother's voice following behind it, "Kendall! Lucy's here!"