my friend's chapter:

POV: Logan Mitchell

"Um, Kendall?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, get a room, why don't ya?"Destinee crinkled her nose.

Kendall pulled away from Jo, who glared at us and disappeared behind the door.

Kendall turned to Destinee, giving her that way-to-ruin-the-moment look. "Dest, really? Why?"

"Hey, isn't that what cousins are for? You did the same to me with Justin Lucas, remember?"

He stared at the ceiling with a confused face, and then looked at her again. "Oh, yeah, sorry about that."

"No, you're not."

"So?"

She gently punched his shoulder.

"Wait," I interrupted. "You two are cousins?"

"Congrats, Logan, we only said it a few minutes ago," Kendall joked.

"Leave him alone," Destinee defended me.

Kendall rolled his eyes.

"You gonna come to 2J?" I offered her.

"Really quick, sure." She followed us.

Once I opened the door, there was Katie, about ten feet away.

"Kendall, I made you a new hockey statue!" She held it up to him.

"Yeah, with my help," Destinee muttered.

"I love it, Katie. Dest, thanks for helping her." He looked at the statue, kinda frightened.

"No prob, Ken," she replied sarcastically.

Destinee… Kendall… they're cousins. Hmm… now that I think about it, they do act alike. They do have similar faces, and not to mention their attitudes towards each other.

"What do you do besides singing and dancing?" I asked, making conversation.

"I play some instruments, like guitar, bass, keyboard and drums. Kendall got me into hockey."

"Really?"

"Yeah, she's really violent out on the ice," Kendall explained. "One guy called her a wimp. Long story short, she kicked his ass. He refused to talk to anyone about it."

"Yup, Kendall's taught me well. This was fun, but I've gotta go, bye." She waved to us. "See you tomorrow at one." She left.

Oh, right. Just her, me, and the beach. Joy.

POV: Destinee Knight

I walked out the door leading to the pool. The cool wind made my bangs fly out of my face.

Time to relax; finally. I snuck over to a beach chair and happily sat down. Singing, dancing, running, and embarrassing Kendall; it's all so exhausting.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the silence. I heard footsteps and quickly opened my eyes.

"Oh, it's just you," I sighed, relieved to see only Carlos.

"What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I just wanted to get away."

"Me, too." I breathed in deeply.

He looked at me sweetly. "You don't have any electronics in your pockets, right?"

"No, why?"

"This," he positioned his arms under my knees and back, "is why." He lifted me and headed to the pool.

My eyes widened. "Don't you dare!"

His sweet smile changed to an evil one. He laughed at my weak threat. "I will do it."

"Carlos, please, no!"

"Hmm… naw, I'm still gonna."

He stopped at the edge of the pool.

Of course, he dropped me into the pool. I, naturally, screamed as I got soaked.

I came up. "You are a jerk!"

He could tell that I didn't take to this very well. "I'm sorry." He held out his hand to me. "Let me help you out."

I gripped his hand tightly. "No, I'll help you." I pulled him in.

He fell; face first, into the water. He gave me the funniest face once he rose to the surface.

"I know, I deserved it," Carlos said, shaking the water from his hair like a dog.

"Yes, you definitely did." I splashed him.

He took my hand before I could splash him again. "You know I like you, right?"

"Yeah, you don't exactly hide your feelings very well."

He smiled. "But Logan likes you, too."

"He's nice and all. We're going to hang out at the beach tomorrow. I just can't picture us as more than friends."

"Oh." He turned his head.

I took his face and turned it so that he'd face me again. "Carlos, don't you understand?"

"No, please, do explain."

"I like you. You're daring, funny, and I find you pretty cute."

His face hardened. "So, you like me because of my looks? I should've known."

He began to get out of the pool, but I grabbed his arm. "Would you listen to yourself? You think I only like you because of your looks?" do you really think I'd be that shallow?"

He didn't respond.

"Carlos." I sat next to him. "I fell for your personality. Your looks are a bonus."

He smiled again, and it got to an awkward silence.

To fill the silence, he gently kissed my lips. It was only so long, and once he pulled back, I looked at the sky.

"I, uh, gotta go." I stood up, slipped, and fell right back into the pool.

I came back up only to hear Carlos laugh at my failure.

"Ha-ha, goodnight." I got out and went upstairs, straight to my room.

Stacie and I shared a room. Since she's also 15, she's perfectly fine.

"Whoa, why are you wet?" She put down the magazine she had in her hand and went to my dresser.

"Someone dropped me in the pool."

"It was Logan, wasn't it?"

"No! For the last time, I don't like him in that way."

She tossed me some dry pajamas. I walked to the room divider and hid behind it, getting dressed.

"Who was it?"

"Carlos Garcia."

"No way."

"Yeah, way. I snuck out to relax by the pool. As it turned out, he beat me there. He threw me in the pool, and I pulled him in. it was fun." I came out wearing baggy shirt and shorts.

Stacie smiled and sat on her bed. "Tell me more!"

"There's nothing more to tell."

"Aww…" She frowned, disappointed.

"I'm really tired. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

I tried my hardest to fall asleep. What will I do about Logan?

When I opened my eyes, Stacie was still out cold.

"What time is it? I ran my fingers through my messy, straight hair.

Twelve o'clock. Oh, Logan!

I did my hair, brushed my teeth, and got dressed in a purple tank-top, black shorts, and blue flip-flops.

"Everyone's still asleep." I was amazed.

I grabbed my sunglasses and keys. 12:40, I should make it.

As I was halfway through the door, Jess busted me.

"Where are you going?"

DANG IT! "To the beach, why?"

"Why the beach?"

Give me a freaking break! "I'm meeting Logan."

"So you do like him!"

GOD! "We're just hanging out." I left before she could say another word.

Down in the lobby, Logan was sitting in a chair. "Oh, there you are." He smiled.

We raced to the door.

Walking to the beach wasn't fun. No talking what-so-ever.

We set our stuff down and I took my flip-flops off. I ran to the water.

"How is it?!" Logan shouted.

"Perfect!" I hollered back.

He walked with me; our feet were soothed by the calm waves rolling in.

He tried holding my hand, but I politely pulled it away. I looked at the water.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked, confused.

I couldn't take this anymore. "I know you have a crush on me. I didn't mean to lead you on, but I can't see us more than friends."

I was expecting him to leave angry, but he still seemed happy. "That's okay, I completely understand. I'm glad you're honest with me."

I hugged him. "I'm so happy you understand."

"I'm sorry for giving you a hard time with this."

"Trust me." I pulled away. "You didn't give me a hard time. Before I forget, I'm sorry for pushing you into the sand."

"When did you do that?"

"Now." I playfully knocked him down and ran.

"You won't get away!" He got up and bolted after me.

Yes, he did get me after about a minute, knocking me and himself into the sand.

"You know, I'm happy we're friends."

"Me, too." I removed my sunglasses from my head and over my eyes.

I can't tell if he's hurt or truly happy. Logan is a very confusing guy. I think we'll be okay, for now, anyway.

Maybe, if he knew, he'd be happy for me and Carlos. Then, there's that possibility of hating us for it.

Only in time will I see Logan's true colors. Right now, I'll relax.

I heard the sound of my ringtone, "Two Rebels" by Honor Society.

"That's Stacie's ringtone." I got up.

It's 3! We gotta go to Rocque records! she texted.

"Oh, I forgot!" I texted her back that I was sorry and that I'd be right there.

Looks like my fun is over.