Chapter Question: Do you think Jen (the curly-haired Jennifer) is being serious with James, or is she pranking him?

Chapter Title: Big Time Accident

P.O.V.: Carlos

"That really happened…" I said.

"I've got to go to the doctor," Krystye said.

"Oh, yeah, your appointment is in thirty minutes," Kendall said before the two left.

"And I've got to meet my date. It's almost noon," James said, hopping up and leaving.

"And Camille is probably wondering where I'm at," Logan said, leaving.

"See you later, guys," I said, staying where I was. I had no plans, nothing to do. I just sat in the sound booth, singing random tunes that came to mind.

P.O.V. change: Third Person

"What do you mean I had a miscarriage?" Krystye shouted.

"Krystye, calm down, she didn't say anything near that!" Kendall said.

"Really? Wow, I feel dumb," Krystye said.

"She said that the babies are healthy," Kendall said.

"Oh, that's good," Krystye said with a smile.

"Yes, the babies are as healthy as they should be at this point in your pregnancy," the doctor said.

"That's good," Krystye said.

P.O.V. change: James

I met Jen at the coffee shop she asked me out at last night.

"Hey, James," Jen said.

"Hey, Jen," I said.

"Let's go to this one place I heard about," Jen said.

"Lead me to it," I said. She grabbed my wrist and led me to a restaurant a couple of blocks away.

"Oh, I've eaten here before! It's really good," I said. It was the Italian place I took Krystye to on her seventeenth birthday.

"Yeah, so have I," Jen said. We went inside and had our meal. After about forty-five minutes, we left the restaurant. Jen and I talked the whole time about our careers, friends, the antics Carlos and Krystye would pull before Krystye got pregnant, and the things Jen did with the other Jennifers besides rejecting guys and making girls wish they could be the Jennifers.

"I remember when Logan and Krystye went bungee jumping! Kendall was so scared! I swear, he was clinging to me to tight I thought I was gonna split in half when Krystye jumped," I said. Jen giggled.

"What a spaz," Jen said. We walked back to the Palm Woods.

"Oh! The other Jennifers! I'll see you later James!" Jen said, running off. I waved, and then went back to 2J.

P.O.V. change: Logan

I was in the process of moving my stuff to Camille's apartment. I had just finished moving the last of my stuff.

"This is a good day. Exhilarating, too," I said.

"What'd you do today?" Camille asked. I launched into a descriptive and animated narrative of being captured by Hawk, and the escape that we pulled.

"That's so cool!" Camille said.

"Yeah, it was awesome!" I said.

"I'm glad you're not hurt," Camille said. I felt a stab of pain in my left shoulder, causing me to hiss in pain.

"Are you okay?" Camille asked. I lifted my collar to look at my shoulder. It wasn't cut or blemished.

"I think my shoulder joint is bruised," I said.

"Aww, poor baby," Camille said. I moved my left arm, causing my shoulder joint to sting.

"Logan, I need to tell you something," Camille asked.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It'd be easier to show you," Camille said. She dug in a drawer in the table beside the couch and pulled out a white object. She handed it to me.

"A pregnancy test?" I asked.

"Look at the results," Camille said.

"You're pregnant?" I asked. Camille nodded.

"This is great!" I said.

"How? The only parts I'll be able to get will involve my character being pregnant!" Camille said.

"Then I'll support you. Remember, when I turned eighteen, I got all the money I've been making since I was sixteen," I said.

"So did I. But it wasn't much," Camille said.

"I can handle it. Remember, I've also got a pregnant sister," I said. Camille giggled a little.

"Thanks for being supportive," Camille said.

"Hey, no worries. I wouldn't desert you. The stupidest thing a man can do is desert a pregnant woman when she needs him the most," I said, taking Camille's hand in mine. Camille smiled.

"Krystye almost lost her twins today," I said.

"How?"

"Hawk kicked her near the abdomen. It was too low to affect them," I said.

"How possible do you think it is that I could have twins because I married a twin?" Camille asked.

"Not very likely. You wouldn't have fraternal twins if you did. Probably identical," I said.

"Yeah, I don't want twins," Camille said.

"That's perfectly fine. I don't want twins, either. We can't have two sets of twins born to the Mitchell family near the same time," I said with a smile.

"Yeah, that wouldn't end well at all," Camille said with a matching smile.

"Too hectic," I said.

"Tell me; what gender do you want our baby to be?"

"Either a boy or a girl," I said.

"You don't care either way?"

"Right. I'll be happy with whatever gender the baby happens to be."

"Good. I want a girl," Camille said.

"I hear they're easier to care for," I said.

P.O.V. change: Krystye

Kendall and I just got back from the doctor's office. We were sitting in 2L watching TV. Kendall was rubbing circles in my shoulder, and it was relaxing. I sighed.

"Kendall, what do you think the others are doing?" I asked.

"Last I heard, Carlos is still at Rocque Records, James is probably in 2J, and Logan's probably in his new apartment with Camille," Kendall said. My phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Krystye! I need your help! This is SERIOUS!" Carlos' voice came over the speaker. He sounded like he was in serious pain.

"Carlos, what happened?" I said, sitting up quickly.

"I think I broke my leg!" Carlos said.

"How?"

"I admit it! I was doing something stupid! I got on my skateboard and tried to jump the Rocque Records sign. A wheel caught and I landed wrong. I think it's BROKEN!"

"Carlos, I'm on my way! Kendall, call 911. Carlos is at Rocque Records. He broke his leg," I said. Kendall nodded and pulled out his phone as we dashed out the door, running to Rocque Records. We reached Rocque Records in record time.

"Carlitos!" I said as I saw the shorter boy gritting his teeth, holding back screams of pain. His right leg was bent at a funny angle.

"Yes, I have a seventeen-year-old Hispanic male with a broken leg just outside of Rocque Records," Kendall said into the phone. He stayed on the line while I tended to the wounded boy, trying to get his mind off of the pain in his leg. It wasn't working. The ambulance showed up and took Carlos in the ambulance. They let both Kendall and me in the ambulance with Carlos.

"It hurts so bad!" Carlos said.

"That's what you get for doing something stupid! I thought you stopped that at sixteen!" Kendall said.

"Kendall, be nice," I said.

"Sorry," Kendall said.

"Please make the pain go away!" Carlos whined.

"We can't do anything until we get to the hospital," the EMT said. Carlos just gave a loud pained whine as he tried to handle the pain. We got to the hospital in record time, and Carlos was rushed in, Kendall and I running after them. They set the bone, which was very painful for Carlos with his low pain tolerance. They put a temporary cast on his leg and gave him a heavy painkiller that knocked him out for a good couple of hours. We called the others, and they showed up in a few minutes.

"What happened?" James asked.

"Another dumb stunt," I said.

"That makes sense knowing Carlos," Logan said. Carlos started to stir.

"Hey, guys," Carlos said.

"Carlos!" we all cheered and hovered over the small boy.

"Bad news is I'm not gonna be able to dance for a couple of months," Carlos said.

"Carlitos, you're fine. Griffin's making us take a ten-month hiatus because of my pregnancy," I said.

"I thought pregnancies were only nine," James said.

"An extra month to care for the kid after it's born," I explained. James gave a silent 'oh.'

"Well, that's good. Gives me a chance to let my leg heal," Carlos said.

"It takes two months. Remember when we were in that car crash?" I asked Kendall, who nodded.

"I've been in too many issues dealing with cars," Kendall said, referring to the car crash in December 2010 and his recent run-in with the law.

"You're fine," I said. I felt a stabbing pain in my head and suddenly felt really cold.

"Kendall…" I said. He wrapped an arm around me and felt my forehead.

"Oh, man, you're burning up… I'm taking you home," Kendall said, leading me to the door.

"I'll see you after Krystye gets better or you come home," Kendall said to Carlos, who nodded and smiled.

"Get well soon!" Carlos said.

"Same to you," I said. Kendall led me to the door, wrapping me in his hoodie. It wasn't enough, but I took it. Kendall called a cab and we got home quickly. Kendall led me to my bed.

"Kendy, I'm not sick!" I said as Kendall covered me with a few blankets.

"Yes you are. You're paler than that wall!" Kendall said. The wall was snow white.

"I'm not sick!" I said.

"You have a fever!"

"Fine, I'm sick. Please take care of me," I said.

"I will," Kendall said, gently pushing my sweaty hair off of my forehead. He planted a tiny kiss on the skin, which caused me to smile.

"You're so gentle," I said, smiling.

"I think you have the flu," Kendall said.

"I can't have the flu! Man!"