friendie's chapter. jeez.

POV: Destinee Knight

Kendall has, finally, realized how I felt.

"Just one more thing," he began. "Please try to get along with James? For me?" He showed me his cutest puppy-dog face. I tried not to look at him. God he makes it hard to stay mad.

"Why must you be so adorable?"

"It's a gift." He smiled.

"Fine, only for you."

"Knock, knock." James came into the room and Logan followed with a worried look on his face.

"Logan? What's wrong?" I stood up, getting off of Kendall's lap.

"Carlos left shortly after you two. He still hasn't come back."

"I'll go find him," I volunteered.

"And I'll come," James insisted.

"Aw, Kendall, do I have to take him?"

"Yes, you do," his voice became stricter.

James gave me his flirty smile as he always did. He put his arm around my waist and we headed out the door.

The pool looked beautiful today, especially since it's getting late.

"Oh, crap," James whispered.

"What's wrong?"

"See that red-head guy over there?"

I turned to see who he was referring to. "Oh, him?"

He nodded. "He's the reason my nose is like this!" He dramatically pointed to his beaten nose.

"Then he's a poop-head, no duh."

"That and I kinda harassed his girl."

"Why must you be such an idiot?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Mio?"

"Yes, you."

"Let's just get out of here."

"No, I snapped, refusing to move.

He turned around. "What's your issue?"

"For starters, you." And with that, I pushed him into the pool. He bobbed back up, looking super pissed.

"You'll be sorry for that, Destinee!"

Everyone turned to face us. They looked from him to me and back again. Once they realized what I did, they laughed.

"Yes, James, I'm shaking in my sneakers," I taunted him. The audience's laughter grew louder.

I trotted back into the lobby.

Mr. Bitters, the Palmwoods' manager, was behind his desk. For once, he wasn't busy shoving food down his throat or yelling at the guys for, say, breaking stuff.

"Ms. Knight, can we talk a minute?"

"Sure." I slammed my hands against his desk. "What's up?"

"Carlos wanted me to tell you not to go look for him at that park."

"Oh, Carlos," I laughed at the message.

"He's such an idiot."

"Yes, but he's my idiot." I thanked him and ran towards the park.

Sure enough, Carlos was sitting on a swing, looking at his feet miserably.

"Hey, stranger." I smiled and sat on the swing next to him.

"Kendall doesn't want us anywhere near each other," he responded, not looking up at me.

"You must really like those shoes."

"They're alright."

"You're only looking at them."

"Sorry to disappoint you," he said his voice a little harsh.

Damn! What's with this guy?

"I tried to get Logan to not tell Kendall."

"How'd he know?"

"He saw the blood on my lips and put the puzzle together."

"What puzzle?"

"I mean… ugh, never mind."

He finally looked at me. His lips weren't bleeding, but his dark brown eyes were flooding with tears.

"Aw, you're crying."

"Way to state the obvious." He tried to wipe the tears with his jacket sleeve.

"Crying isn't bad."

"No?"

"No."

He looked up at the sky. It was starting to get darker; I couldn't care less about time.

"This place is getting depressing. Let's walk." He got up.

"A walk sounds like a great idea." I took his hand and stood up.

POV: Carlos Garcia

"It's getting late," I said to break the silence. "Kendall's gonna send out a search party for you."

"Then let him." She smiled.

"D- Did I miss something?"

"No, he just never wants me to date his friends. He'd rather have me date James instead of you."

"I don't blame him."

"Wait… what?"

"It's just that I usually screw up most of my relationships."

"Most?" she asked sarcastically.

"Okay, all, happy?"

"Very."

A raindrop landed on my nose. "I think it's going to rain," I warned her.

She didn't seem to care. "I like the rain, it calms me down. Weird, right?"

"Actually, no."

"I hope you left your phone. I did. I thought it'd rain."

"How?"

"For some reason, when Kendall's heartbroken, it'll rain."

"Then I'm lucky I left my phone back in 2J."

"Along with your sanity?"

The rain poured harder with every word she spoke. Her hair began to cover her face.

I took my jacket off and put it over her head. She smiled as my gelled bangs fell to my forehead.

"You look nice, even in the rain." Stupid move, Garcia!

"There's a trick to it."

"Do tell."

"I don't wear make-up," she confessed.

"You could've fooled me."

"Oh, shut up." She playfully punched my shoulder.

"Aw, you're blushing," I teased.

She didn't care.

"You wanna go somewhere dry?"

"Naw, I like this."

"Well, too bad, we'll get sick if we stay out here."

"Alright." She smiled with most positivity in her voice.

I wrapped my arm around her. She rested her head on my shoulder.

"Where to?" I whispered in her ear.

We turned the corner. "How about there?" She pointed to a Starbucks. I looked around. I don't think anyone else would accept two soaked teenagers.

"Sure."

"Let's move faster before we're completely soaked," she insisted.

"Race you," I challenged.

She lifter her head and nodded.

"Loser buys?"

Again, she nodded.

"Ready? Go!"

We sprinted as fast as possible. She grabbed the door handle when I was still ten feet away.

"You know," she began. "You'd have to pay even if you won."

"Why?"

"I have no money with me."

"You're lucky I like you."

I opened the door for her. Someone had caught her eye once we stepped in.

Can you guess who?

No?

It was Jo.

"Great," Destinee muttered. "It's her."

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