this chapter's mine. i wrote this one.

disclaimer: we do not own big time rush, unfortunately.

POV: Kendall Knight

All alone. Jo's apartment with me there, alone. My name is Kendall Trouble Knight. Okay, not really, but it fits.

I went into her room, finding a journal lying open on the bed. Hmm…

I dove for it, and started reading.

The area of a circle is relevant to…..

GOD! It was just her math notebook!

I started searching for another notebook that could've been a diary candidate. It was hard.

As I reached out for another notebook, my phone rang. Great.

"What do you want, Katie?"

"Can you come back home?" my sister asked weakly.

"What's wrong?"

"Just come back."

"I'll be there in a minute." I snapped my phone shut and shoved it into my pocket. I grabbed my mostly dry shirt and ran out the apartment door. Katie, here I come.

My phone rang again.

"DOGS! HERE! NOW!" Gustavo yelled.

"But Katie-"

"'But Katie', I DON'T CARE! IF YOU'RE NOT HERE IN 20 MINUTES, BIG TIME RUSH IS BIG TIME OVER!" The line went dead.

I heaved out a sigh. What was I supposed to do? Katie needed me, Gustavo and the boys needed me, and I needed the band. Why is Hollywood so mean to me?

Katie was winning for now. I would have to get a completely dry shirt from 2J, and that's where Katie was. Rocque Records was about 5 minutes away. I had about 15 minutes.

I ran in my apartment, but didn't see Katie anywhere. She wasn't in the swirly-slide or the kitchen. I looked pretty much everywhere to find her.

Giving up temporarily, I decided to get a shirt and go to rehearsal. If Katie didn't want to be found, she could wait for a couple hours.

My room was a mess.

Scratch that last one.

It was messier than usual.

My bed sheets were torn off the bed. My clothes were scattered around instead of in their neat-ish piles. My music sheets had the same fate. A clay sculpture Katie had made me that I had the heart to keep was shattered on the floor.

In the middle of the room was my sister. She was kneeling by the shattered hockey player sculpture. Tears ran down her cheeks.

"Katie, what happened?"

"Molly and Tyler happened. They've been picking on me all day and I just kept brushing it off and I thought I could handle it and I just came in here to get a pencil and I lost it and I accidentally broke the statue and got mad about that and took it out on everything else and-"

"Katie, calm down." I sat down and wiped the tear trails off her face. "It's okay."

"No it's not, I broke the hockey-statue-thing that I made you in, like, second grade." She fingered through the red and black colored pieces. "And I messed up the feng-shui of your room."

I hugged her. "It's okay, Katie. I seriously don't care. The feng-shui's fine."

"No, I…" She didn't finish her sentence. She leaned into my chest a little more.

A few minutes later, I started cleaning up. Katie helped for a little bit until the shards of clay were the only things left. I left it for mom to clean up.

My sister and I sat on my bed. "Are you okay, now?" I asked.

"Yeah," she murmured, wiped her still red-ish eyes.

"Okay." I gave her another hug, kissed her forehead, changed my shirt, and left for Rocque Records.

When I got back from rehearsal, Katie was asleep on my bed. She looked so peaceful, laying there with her eyes closed.

I gently dropped a blanket over her, trying not to wake her up. A grumpy Katie would definitely put a damper on my date mood.

My sister opened her eyes slowly and smiled weakly, starting to sit up.

I smiled back after telling her to lie back down again. I didn't want her to start hating me again.

My phone vibrated. "Hey, Jo."

"Hi, Kendall. I have a question for you."

"And I have an answer."

"It's about our date."

"Okay…"

"Um, my cousin just moved into the Palmwoods, and she's staying with me tonight. Is it okay with you if she comes with us?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay. I'll see you in a few minutes."

"Okay. Bye." I snapped my phone shut.

Jo on date night: WOW.

She was wearing a hot pink tank-top with a white jacket-thing with a hem-line just above her stomach. She also had a black mini-skirt on and had her blonde hair tied back in a low pony-tail.

She.

Looked.

Amazing.

Emma, her cousin, was dressed in just jeans and a t-shirt. She was Jo's age and get this- she was from North Carolina, too!

We got a cab to Red Lobster. We got some of their amazing cheddar-bay biscuits and nachos.

Guess who showed up.

I'm serious. Guess.

Carlos.

Garcia.

And.

Camille.

I'm not kidding.