"Our first stop is San Diego and then from there we travel along the southern border, right?" James asked Lucy. The two sat in separate lounge chairs at the pool discussing her tour which they would be leaving on in a few days. James opted for tanning time so Lucy reluctantly joined him. Almost in her seventeenth week, she was starting to round out a bit, but hadn't really popped. Almost exclusively, she wore sweat pants and any other pants she had with elastic waist bands. Not yet was she ready to step foot into a maternity store. The paparazzi would be on her like white on rice the second she did that.

Carlos, reclining in the chair on James's other side, groaned.

"What's wrong with you?" James asked.

Carlos groaned again. James made to smack him.

"James!" Lucy admonished him. "He just misses Alexa."

"Yeah, I just miss my w—I mean what?"

"What? She's only been gone a week."

Carlos groaned again.

"My, aren't you the sensitive one?" Lucy playfully rolled her eyes.

"Sorry," James mumbled. "OK, so after San Diego we go to…Tucson?"

"No, we're skipping Tucson and going on to Santa Fe."

"And then Dallas and Atlanta. OK. I wish I could just hop on that bus and go straight through your summer tour with you, but for some reason Gustavo seems to think he needs my vocals for our EP."

"Babe, I'll be all right."

"Do you not want me to go?" James looked hurt.

"I do. You're just going to be flying back and forth a lot. You really don't have to do that for me and don't you dare say you'd do anything blah, blah, blah all that crap."

"I just like spending time with you and if I have to fly back and for—OK, I won't say it."

Carlos groaned louder this time. He hopped up from his chair and jumped into the pool (he was wearing swimming trunks and a t-shirt). His helmet bobbed along the water as it somehow left his head when he cannonballed.

"My chain!" He squealed. Carlos ran his hands across his neck thrashing wildly in the pool. A few residents in the water made to get out of his way.

"Calm down!" James called out. "It's just a necklace. I'll buy you a new one."

"I don't want a new one and it's not just a necklace." Carlos said something softly that James was unable to pick up. He ducked down under the water.

"What's his problem?"

"James! His girlfriend just left for a long trip away. Cut him some slack."

"OK, OK, I'm sorry."

"You're such a pill." Lucy swung her legs over the side of the chair, slid her bare feet into the sandals waiting, and stood up. "I got a meeting with my manager I need to get ready for." She walked toward the lobby without so much as giving James a peck on the cheek.

Instead of dwelling on what was wrong with Lucy, James jumped into the pool to help Carlos find his precious necklace.

"I can't believe I lost it," Carlos muttered, "jumping into the pool."

James picked up the black helmet floating along the water and dumped it on Carlos's head, water and all. The chain, stuck to the helmet, smacked Carlos in the face.

"Oh, good." He quickly took the helmet off and just about ripped off the chain. "No, no, no, no, no," he kept repeating.

"What? You found your necklace." James hoisted himself out of the pool and sat on the edge with his feet dangling in the water.

"Chain," Carlos said. "It's broken and there's something…a thing…something on it and now it's missing." He looked inside and outside the helmet.

"It'll turn up," James assured. "And if it doesn't, well, you can get a new one."

Carlos looked at him with hatred before going underwater again.

"Kendall!" Carlos shouted when he came up for air and noticed both Kendall and Jo walking into the pool area. How could he miss them since they were being so loud?

"You don't need me! You don't want me!" Kendall yelled at Jo before turning to Carlos.

"What was that about?" James asked him.

Kendall waved his hand and continued on to Carlos.

"This is your wedding, too! I just want you to be involved," Jo said.

"I lost my r—pendant. Can you help me find it?" Carlos asked.

"Sure, where'd you have it last?" Kendall asked.

"In the pool."

Kendall took off his shirt and jumped into the pool.

"What are we looking for?"

"Um, my," Carlos blushed. "Never mind."

Before Kendall could climb out of the pool James had gone over and grabbed Jo throwing her, in her jeans and blouse, into the pool next to Kendall.

"Hey! This shirt is dry clean only!" Jo exclaimed.

"Is it really?" James asked.

"No." She still looked mad. "What'd you do that for?"

"You two have been arguing for the last week and I want you to have it out, right now, in the water."

"He won't listen." Jo folded her arms and turned her back to Kendall. "He's just a guy and guys don't have a say in how their weddings are put on. Well, I want him to. It's his wedding as much as it is mine."

"I gave you suggestions and you shot them down!" Kendall retorted.

"Calling out random colors aren't suggestions! You don't even care."

"I do care, but…wedding planning, that's girl stuff."

"It doesn't have to be." Jo turned to look at Kendall with his wet hair slicked back. "You do know that you're 50% of this wedding."

"How many times do I have to tell you I don't care?"

"Right there! See, you don't care!" Jo splashed water in his face and made for the edge of the pool. Kendall grabbed her arm to stop her. "Let me go!"

"Bad choice of words." He wiped the water from his eyes. "I meant I don't care about anything except marrying you. I don't care if it happens in a back alley with no one present. I don't care if the colors for the wedding are orange and purple with black roses and green tuxedos. If you're there and I get to say I do and I get to kiss the bride, that's all I care about."

"What a cornball!" James shouted kicking water in Kendall's direction.

"Shush," Jo ordered. "I want you to have a say, because this is your wedding, too. I don't want you to be disappointed."

"How can I? I love you, Jo, and like I said I'll love anything you decide."

"Yeah, I know…"

"What? Do you not trust yourself? You know you have Camille and Katie and my mom and your mom and whoever else to help you. You really don't need me. I'm just the groom."

"I hate that you think that, but I am tired of arguing," Jo sighed.

"Forgive me?" Kendall pouted.

"Of course."

When the happy couple kissed Carlos groaned the loudest groan of the day.

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Katie entered the lobby of the Palmwoods after a long day at school. She couldn't wait until she was sixteen and could drive herself instead of having her mother do it. If only her high school had a bus route going by the Palm Woods. But, unfortunately, she was the only person from her long-term extended stay hotel attending public school. She spotted Carlos lying on the couch with one hand on his chest and another on his forehead. She had to admit he looked kind of sick.

If he was—that could only mean one thing.

Katie rushed over to him, her backpack banging against her back, and worriedly tapped him on the shoulder.

"Huh?" He opened his eyes and stared at Katie.

"Is Alexa okay? What's wrong? Did you hear something about Alexa?" Katie was the only person outside BTR that knew Alexa was spy. How did she find out? It's Katie Knight. Can't keep a secret from her. Thing was, no one knew Katie knew.

"Huh, what? You heard something from Alexa?" Carlos popped up with an odd expression on his face. "No, wait, how would—why would you think something's wrong with her?"

"So, nothing is wrong?" Katie ignored his question.

"I lost my—I mean, no." He held up his necklace. "Well, my chain my broke."

"Take it to the jewelers or buy a new one." Katie figured there was something more to it, but she wasn't going to pry. Well, she wasn't going to verbally ask, but she would find out.

"How was school?" Carlos asked.

"Trying to change the subject?"

"And guess what?" Camille exclaimed happily as she entered the lobby with Logan drawing Carlos and Katie's attention.

"Brad died today. Pushed off a cliff," She squealed with glee.

"Huh?" Carlos asked.

"Brad is played by Isaac Jones. He and Camille haven't been getting along and today his character in the web series died so Camille no longer has to deal with him."

"He died? That's so sad."

"No," Katie gave Carlos a look. "His character died."

"Oh, right." Carlos felt around his neck and started panicking again.

"Your necklace isn't there."

"Oh, right." He stood up. "I think I'm going to go." He started to head in the direction of the front door.

"Where are you going?" Katie asked him.

"To the crib."

She pointed in the opposite direction.

"Oh, right." He did an about face and headed toward the elevators.

"Something is definitely off with him," Katie muttered.

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In Big Time Girlfriends I wonder what they did with the shirts Sasha and Carlos had made of each other. Is there a photo shirt of Carlos wearing his helmet hanging in his closet or is it somewhere in the wardrobe department of Nickelodeon? Or maybe Alexa wears it when she goes to bed when the two are apart or maybe he was dating Sam at the time and when they broke up she burned it? Or maybe Scott Fellows framed it and there's some kind of BTR shrine going on somewhere that includes James Diamond's head shots? Or maybe it's in Glickman's deposit box along with Carlos's helmet.

I wonder about weird things like this like if Daniel Radcliffe got to take home a pair of Harry Potter glasses and when he's making out with a girl does she make him put them on so she can pretend she's making out it with Harry?