P.O.V.: Kendall Knight
Time skip: the next day, around 4 PM
We were at Rocque Records. James was a little pissed that he had to come in to work on his birthday, but the thing is, we left without him on purpose for a big surprise. He found a ride to Rocque Records right when we were ready for him (probably because I sent that taxi for him) and he got here soon. He walked into the building and turned on the lights…
"Surprise! Happy Birthday, James!" the cheers came from the rest of the band, Gustavo, and Kelly as we jumped out from random hiding spots.
"Guys, this is crazy! I didn't think you'd really do it," James said.
"Ah, James, always having doubts about us," Logan said.
"My birthday present to you is I've got Freight Train keeping Jo off your back for the day," Gustavo said.
"She went crazy after breaking up with you, Kendall," James said.
"I know," I said.
"We need to run the song Kendall wrote. Griffin wants this album out faster than the first. So, let's run it!" Gustavo said, handing each boy a copy of the song.
Logan: Better with you,
Better with you, yeah...
James: I try to write this down
The words just don't come out
It's hard to say how you feel
Been down the longest road
Said yes when I meant no
I lost control of the wheel
Logan: Cause you know that
Things get so bad,
You've got my back
Make me wanna sing,
And girl I'm singing about you
Carlos: No sweeter sound
Than what I've found
No perfect love
Could be more perfect than ours
All: Ooh baby it feels like, it feels like
The music sounds better with you baby
It feels right, it feels right
Everything's better with you
Kendall: I used to think that love
Was something fools made up
Cause all I knew was heart break
Woah I couldn't help myself,
Let this heart go through hell
There only so much a heart can take
Logan: Cause you know that
Things get so bad,
You've got my back
Make me wanna sing,
And girl I'm singing about you
Carlos: No sweeter sound
Than what I've found
No perfect love
Could be more perfect than ours
All: Ooh baby it feels like, it feels like
The music sounds better with you baby
It feels right, it feels right
Everything's better with you
Carlos: Every song
Every rhyme
Every word is better with you.
Everyday (Everyday)
All of the time (All of the time)
Every day
Music sounds better with you.
Krystye: He's my music enhancer
When the music plays, he's my dancer
When I'm around him everything's faster
Every question I have, he's the answer
I'm head over heels
Can't explain it, it's so surreal
When I'm around you, baby, you make me feel like
All: Everything's better with you
Ooh baby it feels like, it feels like
The music sounds better with you, Baby
It feels right, it feels right
Everything's better with you
Oh baby it feels like, it feels like
The music sounds better with you, Baby
It feels right it feels right,
Everything's better with you
Music sounds better with you
Music sounds better with you
"Why does everyone write me a rap section?" Krystye asked.
"Because you're good at it," I said, hugging her. She kissed me.
"HEY! No sex in the sound booth!" Logan said, causing James and Carlos to burst out laughing. We broke the kiss quickly. Krystye slapped Logan on the head.
"That just made my day," James said.
"Ow!" Logan said.
"Okay, back to the songs! What did the rest of you bring?" Gustavo asked.
"I left mine at home," Logan said.
"Me too," Carlos and James said.
"I haven't finished mine," Krystye said.
"Luckily, I have one that I wrote! It's called Show Me," Gustavo said, handing the copies to Kelly, who handed them to us.
"Sounds interesting," Logan said.
"Let's run it!" Gustavo said.
Boys: Guys like me,
Like girls like you
And girls like you
Like guys like me (You know)
Kendall: I blaze the night in Harbor lights
You dressin' light, It's fittin' right
I hear the waves, I see you wave
I'm stayin' put, You say no way
The track begins, You pull me in
I touch your skin, You're tremblin'
It's in your eyes, You're here to win
So let the game (the game begin)
Boys: I I I I Wanna see you, you, you, you
Telling me That, that
That you got what I need,
To pretty girl, don't speak
All: Baby show me
By the way you hold me,
Way that you control me
Speed me up or slow me
Oh when I'm lonely
Full of stormy weather
Can you make it better?
I heard what you told me
So-o oh show me
James: Know what you want my number for
Ain't talked enough, Let's talk some more
You kinda cute, Don't hit the mute,
Just aim and shoot or get the boot
Boys: I I I I Wanna see you, you, you, you
Telling me That, that
That you got what I need,
To pretty girl, don't speak
All: Baby show me
By the way you hold me,
Way that you control me
Speed me up or slow me
Oh when I'm lonely
Full of stormy weather
Can you make it better
I heard what you told me
So-o oh show me
Boys: Guys like me
Like girls like you
And girls like you (you)
Like guys like me (me)
Guys like me
Like girls like you
And girls like you
Like guys like me
All: Baby show me
By the way you hold me,
Way that you control me
Speed me up or slow me
Oh when I'm lonely
Full of stormy weather
Can you make it better
I heard what you told me
So-o oh show me
Boys: Guys like me (oh yeah)
Like girls like you (full of stormy weather)
And girls like you (whoa)
Like guys like me
All: Oh when I'm lonely
Full of stormy weather
Can you make it better
I heard what you told me
So-o oh show me
Logan: La, le, la, la la la
La, le, la, la la la
La, le, la, la la la
"You guys did that perfectly!" Kelly said. The other guys high-fived each other while I kissed Krystye. I got a warning glance from Logan, and I stuck my tongue out at him. Childish, I know. Later, we were on break, and Logan cornered me in the tiny kitchen.
"I know you two have been together for almost seven months now, but if you break my sister's heart, I'll break your face, or at least get Freight Train to break your face," Logan said.
"Don't worry, Logan. I wouldn't dream of hurting her," I said. Logan pointed at his eyes with two fingers, then pointed at mine, meaning that he's watching me. He left, and Krystye came in right after.
"Did something happen with Logan?" she asked.
"Oh, just a death threat if I hurt you," I said.
"Relax, he can barely throw a punch," Krystye said.
"He said he'd get Freight Train to do it," I squeaked in slight fear.
"Aw, baby, just know that it's hard to hurt me," Krystye said, running her hand up my arm in an attempt to calm me down.
"That's good to know," I said, smiling.
One thing you should probably know about mine and Krystye's relationship: we've been dating for seven months and we haven't done anything past making out.
"I'm still very sorry for eighth grade," I said.
"It's okay, Kendall. You don't have to keep mentioning it," Krystye said. I smiled, and we hugged.
"I'm sorry for not being able to go out yesterday," I said.
"It's okay. I wasn't in the mood to go out anyway. I was too tired," Krystye said.
"Tonight?" I asked.
"Tonight," she answered. We kissed.
"Now, about that rap in the song you wrote," she said. I smiled.
"Arrogant much?" she said. I laughed a little.
"Yeah, a little," I said. She giggled.
"It's like you want me to be a puddle!" I fake pouted.
"Aww, Kenny," she said, kissing me on the cheek.
"How we lasted seven months again is beyond me," I said.
"Maybe it's just… I don't know, maybe… I love you too much to let you go?" Krystye said. We heard a loud thump, and she jumped into my arms.
"It's okay, Krystye, it's probably just Carlos doing some stupid stunt," I said soothingly.
"Um, Kendall, Carlos just hurt himself when he collided with the wall," Logan said.
"Handle it yourself. He couldn't have broken anything," I said. I put Krystye's feet back on the floor.
"In light of James' birthday, you can leave," Gustavo said. We left after a minute of gathering stuff. I drove the car, and Krystye sat in the front seat with me. The other guys sat in the back.
"So, Krystye and I have a date tonight, so we're gonna drop you guys off at the Palm Woods," I said.
"But it's my birthday," James pouted.
"Come on, Gustavo's got Freight Train guarding you from Jo. I promise we'll make it up to you after Kendall and I get back," Krystye said. James nodded, still pouting.
"What do you want?" I asked. James hesitated.
"A kiss from Krystye," James said quietly. But I know she heard it, because her eyes widened.
"You broke up with me, not the other way around," Krystye said.
"Doesn't mean I don't miss you," James said.
"When we park, you'll see what I'm gonna do about it," Krystye said. We got to the Palm Woods a minute later. The other guys got out of the car. Krystye stopped James.
"Kendall, don't be jealous or mad from what I'm about to do," she said, then turned to James.
"No hands, Lover Boy," she said before kissing James. I had to look away for jealousy reasons.
"Wow," James said a minute later.
"Now that was a one-time thing, and only happened because it's your birthday," Krystye said, and I could look again. James had a huge smile on his face, and Krystye was walking towards me again.
"I hope you know-"
"It's fine, Krystye," I said, smiling a genuine smile.
"Good," she said, smiling.
"Now, where do you want to go?" I asked as I started the car.
"Somewhere where we won't be recognized."
"I agree," I said, preparing to drive. That's when Krystye got a phone call. She answered it. She suddenly fangirl screamed, said thank you about 10 times, then hung up.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Griffin wants me to do a professional cover to an old Hannah Montana song, and a video for it! He says he has the rights for it," Krystye said.
"Hannah Montana?" I asked.
"When I was 10, I loved Hannah Montana. If you remember right, James and I were gonna be famous together," she said.
"So, which song?" I asked.
"If We Were a Movie," she said.
"Really?" I said.
"Griffin wants you to be my love interest in the video," she said.
"I want you to do it," I said.
"I knew you would," she said, smiling.
"When does production start?" I asked.
"Tomorrow," she said. I smiled.
"I can't wait to hear it," I said. We got to the destination I had in mind for us.
"Make-Out Cove?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said. She smiled her mischievous smile, and I closed the windows. I was attacked with kisses.
Time skip: about 2 hours later
Krystye brushed her hair out and fixed her smudged makeup in her mirror while I wiped the lipstick off of my face in mine. She then made sure that her clothes were on right, as did I once I got all of the makeup off of my face. I fixed my hair, and we deemed ourselves presentable.
"Sex in a car is not good for the back," Krystye complained.
"I'm sorry that I didn't take you to a hotel," I said.
"No, this was fine. Perfect even," she said with a smile. I drove back to the Palm Woods.
"But who ever heard of sex with one guy when it's your best friend's birthday?" Krystye said.
"I know, right?" I said.
"Hey, guys," Camille said.
"Hey, Camille," we said together. Krystye got just a little closer to me (if that were possible) as Camille walked up to us.
"You two look like you just did something fun," she said.
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
"Krystye's limping just slightly," Camille said. We both blushed bright red.
"Logan will totally understand," she said as she walked away. Krystye and I shared a glance, and we went to the elevator to go up to our apartment.
"You two have a glow to you," Carlos said when we entered the apartment.
"I'd say they just had sex," James said, smirking.
"Wanna tell them?" Krystye asked.
"Yeah, that's because we did," I said.
"I don't know how you did it," Logan said.
"Did what?" I asked.
"Keep from going farther than make-out sessions for seven months," Logan said.
"And that's supposed to mean?" Krystye asked.
"We all know that you're the least modest of any of us," Logan said hesitantly.
"Are you saying I'm a slut?" Krystye said.
"That it how it sounds, huh?" Logan said.
"Back down now, Logan," Carlos said.
"Okay, I'm sorry," Logan said.
"Forgiven," Krystye said. She and Logan did their little twin handshake and smiled. Those two never fought for more than a couple minutes before they were on good terms again.
"I'm going to bed, happy birthday, James," Carlos said before going to his room.
"See you guys, I'm gonna head to bed. Happy birthday, James," Logan said as he went to his room.
"Bye," James said as he went to his room. I smiled as Krystye and I sat on the couch. I turned on some cartoons, and Krystye smiled. I swear, this girl is seven years old in some parts of her brain.
"I hope I didn't strain your voice today," I said.
"You didn't," she said, her voice clear as ever. She cuddled up to me, and I draped an arm over her shoulders as we watched SpongeBob. We fell asleep there that night.