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POV: Carlos Garcia

Destinee left the dark back hallway, and I followed close behind her.

"Carlos," she slowed down a bit, "I think we should go back to Hollywood, after Kendall gets out of here, that is."

Are you sure?" We went back into Kendall's hospital room. "Dallas is your home. Do you really want to give that up?"

"Dallas may be my home, but it's not the same anymore."

"Whoa!" Kendall continued to act high. "We're in Dallas? Wait." He looked up at the ceiling, suddenly confused. "Where is Dallas?"

He was completely serious.

"Norway!" Destinee shouted at him, and then turned back to me. "Carlos, my home is where the people who love me are, and currently, they are in LA, while we aren't."

"You make a good point," I sighed, and brushed her fiery red hair out of her eyes.

"Ken." She looked back at him. "We're gonna come get you tomorrow morning."

"Okay," he laughed like an idiot.

"Hey!" Chad hugged her when we came back. "Kimmy told me what happened."

"I'm fine, and so is Carlos, but Kendall got hurt. We're gonna get him tomorrow.

"Sounds good."

"Hey, Dest, did you see that… thing in your room?" I grabbed her arm and ran inside.

"What 'thing?'"

I closed the door behind us, "You know, how are we gonna tell Chad we're leaving? It hasn't even been a week."

"He'll understand. I mean, c'mon, Kendall's gotten hurt, we are gonna have to get back to rehearsals soon, too. We may as well get that done earlier."

"I guess," I packed up my stuff except for some extra clothes for tomorrow.

"I'll go tell him then." She left.

When she was gone, I found the Woody toy I got for her. I set it down on her bed nicely. "Happy late Birthday, Destinee."

"Hey." Dest came back in moments later.

"Hey." I didn't look up at her and finished packing.

"He took it pretty well." She wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Oh, really?" I closed my suitcase and put it down.

"Yeah." She kissed my cheek. "We should go somewhere, just the two of us."

"Like where?" I stole a kiss from her lips.

"I don't know, but we may as well soak up all the Texas experience we can in one day."

"Do you want to go horseback riding again?" I suggested.

"No way." She smiled. "I think I've been in enough pain today."

"Then why don't we go to the store, ya know, to get you some more hair dye."

She let go of me. "You know that's a secret, Carlos." She shot me a hurt look.

"I know." I pulled her towards me and twirled her dark red hair. "That's why no one else is coming. I'm not stupid."

"Uh huh," she responded harshly.

"What?"

"Hun, I'm kidding'," she kissed my cheek.

"Why do you dye your hair dark red?" I was really curious. We have been dating for nearly 2 months and I never got a reason to keep her secret.

"Simple, I've always hated being compared to Kendall."

"You were a blonde?" I examined her. I couldn't picture her blonde.

"Yup, unfortunately, I was. I was sick of always being compared to him. This was the only way I could truly ever separate myself from him. I can't just change my personality, can I?" Thunder cracked and lightning flashed outside making Destinee hide her face in my chest and yelp.

"Scared?" I rubbed her back hoping shed calm down a little.

"Terrified," she corrected.

"Guess hair dye isn't an option anymore." I stroked her hair.

"Nope." Her voice sounded childish when it was muffled.

"I've got an idea. Stay here." I let her go and went into the living room. "Hey, Chad?"

"Yeah?" He came out of the kitchen.

"I need a movie suggestion. Something Destinee likes."

"Hmm." He looked at his movies. He picked a few up and handed them to me.

"The Ultimate Gift, Remember Me, Dear John... why do you have these?"

"They're Destinee's favorites, and my girlfriend is pretty fond of them as well."

"Thanks." I smiled and left.

"Huh," I heard Destinee's voice through the door. "I can't believe he got me this. . . A Woody Doll. . . Yeah, really, I swear, he is the sweetest guy I've ever dated. . . We're leaving with Kendall tomorrow. . . We'll take a Greyhound bus. . . Obviously I don't want to leave, but Kendall ruins everything for me."

"Dest?" I knocked.

"I gotta go," she whispered. "Yeah, Carlos?"

I slowly opened the door to see her sitting on her bed holding the Woody doll.

"You really don't want to leave, do you?"

"Of course I don't, but if we stay, Kendall will continue to be here, too."

"He'll be here anyway. He won't leave if we don't."

"And if we leave, he'll still be around," she shot back. "Face it; we'll never get the chance to be alone."

"We are now," I pointed out.

"Maybe, but Kendall had to get hurt for that to happen. We've never even had our first date. Well, I suppose Toy Story 3 counts." She smiled.

"That's why I got this." I showed her the movies.

"Oh my gosh!" She got up and hugged me.

"How did you know I like these movies?"

"Chad told me you did. This will be our first date alone. Sitting at home, watching movies, and just being together."

"That's so cheesy." She smiled. "But I love you."

POV: Kendall Knight

"Kendall?" A female voice, followed by knocking called through the door.

"Destinee?" I smiled.

"No, your cousin is not here anymore, she left." a nurse came inside.

"Oh." I crossed my arms across my chest and looked away from her.

"Thanks," she replied in an emotionless tone. "That was the greatest welcome today. My name is Maria, and I will be checking in on you from time to time. You know how to reach someone if you need us?"

I nodded.

"Good."

Wow. Maria looks familiar. "Um, do you know a Jo Traver? You look kinda like her."

"No." She shook her head.

"Oh."

"Is that your girlfriend?"

"She was my girlfriend, and you look so much like her."

"Oh. I'm sorry it didn't work out."

"Yeah, me, too," I sighed.

"If you don't mind my asking, why would you try to stop an angry horse?" Her eyebrows sank.

"I wanted to protect Destinee," I said defensively.

"She told me her boyfriend already had her out of the way," she said as her eyebrows sank deeper into confusion.

"I guess I'm used to being the protector," I sighed.

"You must love her," Maria smiled.

"You have no idea how much she means to me."

POV: Logan Mitchell

"Hey," I walked in on Jess and James eating breakfast, talking and laughing.

"H-hey, Logan," Jess greeted me through laughs.

"You two seem to be getting along." I pulled a clean shirt over my head.

"Yeah, you're going to see Melanie, aren't you?" Jess teased.

"Pssh... yeah," I confessed.

"I think you two make a cute couple!" she squealed.

"Well, Logan and Destinee would have been cuter." James smiled at her.

"Please." She rolled her eyes. "You couldn't tell the difference between them for a while."

"Actually, I could. Dest was the one that didn't like me."

"Melanie didn't like you either." Jess smiled evilly.

"That's true." I smiled. "I'm gonna go now." I pointed to the door and left.

"Oh, you're here early," Melanie smiled when she answered the door.

"Yeah, I wanted to give you this." I held up a note.

"Oh," she said, sounding a little disappointed, but took it into her own hands anyway.

"I've gotta go. I have a dance rehearsal." I kissed her gently on the lips.

"I thought Des was your dance instructor." Melanie was the only one to call her "Des."

"She is, but I still need my lessons, even if she's gone."

"That's true." She put the note in her pocket.

"I'll read this when I'm finished with harmonies."

"Alright." I walked away.

"Logan?"

"Yeah?" I turned around.

"I love you."

POV: Destinee Knight

I can't believe I'm leaving my home town this morning. Goodbye to the peace and quiet of Dallas, and hello to the busyness of Hollywood.

The bus ride was boring and quiet. Not much to tell.

"Destinee and Carlos." Gustavo met us in Rocque Records.

We had left Kendall in 2J, he insisted on it.

"Destinee and Carlos reporting for duty, sir!" Carlos and I said in unison, and saluted at the same time.

"Whatever," Gustavo rolled his eyes. "Just come, and practice with the others."

"Yes, sir!" We saluted again.

He turned around, "Stop that, or you're both fired," he said, completely serious.

I shut up immediately.

"Yes ssss-Gustavo," Carlos corrected himself right away.

Yup. Another typical day back in LA.

"Destinee," Gustavo looked at me.

"Yeah?"

"You are sorta the leader of your band, so tell us what's going on."

"By 'going on', you mean?"

"Who's staying, and who's going?" he replied rather harshly.

"Oh," I looked at everyone. "You should know that there are only seven of us."

The other band, whatever their name was, they complained about our group being too big. We only had one more person than them.

"What about your other two sisters, your older brother, and that Jess girl?"

"Jess is here in LA for an acting job. She hangs out more with Camille than with us anymore, and Veronica, and Natalie came 'cause my parents are here."

"So they're not in the band?"

"No. My parents said once we have our first concert, and can prove we're responsible, and we can stay a band, they'll leave. In the band, there's only me, Stacie, and Melanie as female vocals. Justin, Marc, and Sean are male vocals. Justin, Sean, and I play guitar. Stacie gets keyboard, Matt has bass, and Marc is drums. That's all we need. It's only seven people."

"Alright then."

"Good."

"Fine!"

"I'm not gonna yell, too," I said as calm as possible, and left the studio.

As I walked down the hall, I saw the red-headed guy that gave James that bloody nose. Lee, if I'm correct.

"Hey," he called to me.

"What do you want?" I kept walking.

"Slow down," he stood in front of me. "I just wanted to say congrats on winning. Your band is pretty decent."

"Thanks, you weren't too bad yourself, but I'm not so sure about the rest of your band. What brings you back to LA?"

"I'm going solo this time, maybe you could drop in on one of my recordings, and listen?" he suggested.

"Sounds good, but only if you do the same for Triple Threats' first single."

"Deal."

"I gotta go; I have harmonies with the girls."

"Okay, maybe I'll see you around the Palmwoods?"

"Maybe. Bye."

"Bye, Destinee," he left.

I noticed James follow me after Lee left. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Being nice to people... what are you doing?"

"You're befriending the guy that could have slit my throat."

"I personally think you deserved that bloody nose," I joked.

"For what?"

"For being a douche." I shrugged my shoulders.

"I was not a douche!"

"Oh, it's good to be home." I smiled.

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