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Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush, Rocket Power, or the song, "Half Of My Heart" by John Mayer.

James's POV

"A-HEM."

Logan, Carlos, Kendall, and I stopped our "fight" instantly. Bitters was glaring at us.

"Your job was to wash windows, not make mayhem. I guess I'll just have to extend your punishment. Not only will you finish tonight's job thoroughly, you will have to work in the morning, 8 to 12."

"WHAT?" we all shouted.

"Mr. Bitters, we have to record tomorrow morning!" Kendall protested.

"Well that's too bad," Mr. Bitters practically snickered. "Because if you don't, you will no longer be able to stay at the Palm Woods."

We all shouted complaints immeadiately.

"Finish your job," Bitters said, ending the conversation and left.

"I can't believe this!" I cried out. I checked my hair in the reflection then screamed. The wet rags we had been throwing soaked random spots of my hair, making it look like I was really sweaty. I now really regretted that this "fight."

We continued to wash windows, quietly suggesting plans to each other on how get out of the ridiculous situation.

"Lets find the girl I poured smoothie on!" Carlos said.

"No, no..." Logan said. "She couldn't change Bitters's mind. Besides, why would she want to?"

"Maybe smoothies make your hair shiny," I said, half-jokingly.

"Well then, you really need a smoothie, James," Kendall said, laughing. I gasped and checked my reflection again. Was it? No it couldn't be,... oh no. It was!

"My hair!" I screeched. "It's-it's... FRIZZY!"

Logan, Carlos, and Kendall starting laughing unmercilessly. I was about to strangle them when we heard a faint shout saying, "Keep working!"

We looked through the window. Bitters was sitting in a chair behind the glass, eating a donut and laughing hystrically.

"There's something really wrong with that guy." Carlos stated.

As we were working, I couldn't get my mind off my hair. Why was everyone staring at me? That kid - he just laughed! And that girl... I swear, she's mocking me.

But soon, a solution came right to me. A short guy in a dark blue bowler hat and sunglasses passed by. I quickly snatched the hat off of his head. But the guy wouldn't let me have it.

"Give... it... back!" I looked up and realized it was Tyler.

"Tyler. Do you see my hair?" I said tugging hard.

"My mom is going to make me audition for a baby powder commercial!" Tyler debated, tugging harder.

But I quickly won and slapped that hat on in triumph. At the same moment, Tyler's mom came up to him, screamed "Oh, Tyler! We are so late!", then lifted him up and ran away.

"Sorry, Tyler," I mumbled. Carlos was stiffling a laugh, Logan rolled his eyes, and Kendall just looked disappointed in me. Sometimes, he was just like his mom, which gets annoying.

We returned to our work unusally silent.

Charlotte's POV

I woke up at a shocking 5 a.m. that morning.

Then I realized I had slept over 13 hours.

I sat up on the couh drowsily. Why do I feel so tired? I've just slept the most I ever have in the past decade, but for some readon I felt so sleepy. I turned on the television and watched an episode of Rocket Power. Ahh, I missed these old shows.

I then made myself a stack of waffles. I realized halfway through the pile that I had skipped dinner. Then I kept eating until all waffles were gone.

After a filling meal I watched T.V. some more. At about 7 I decided to get ready for the day.

Once funny dressed and clean, I went over to my music area. I looked at the song I had started the other day. It wasn't very much, but it had potiential. I played the simple and quick chords then sang softly what I had so far:

I was born in the arms of imaginary friends

Free to roam, made of home out of everywhere I've been

I thought for awhile. What was the point of the song? I had forgotten. What to write next? For some reason, my mind wandered to Big Time Rush. I wasn't sure why, but then I quickly came up with lyrics:

Then you come on crashing in [I smiled to myself as I sang this]

Like the realest thing

Try my best to understand

What rhymes with thing? Ting, ring, shing, ling, bring... Bring! What had Big Time Rush brought me? Smoothie'd hair? I sighed and gave up. It was 8 anyway, time for my daily walk. I wasn't much of a runner... Or worker-outer in general. But I loved taking strolls down the beach. I often got lots of song inspiration during them.. I also talked to God. I wasn't a very good Christian,going-to-church-wise. But I always "prayed," which I'd rather just call talking to God.

As I was walking through the lobby, something shocked me. The Big Time Rush guys... They were still washing windows! Bitters told me they were only work 3 to 7 yesterday...

I walked up to the front desk. "Mr. Bitters?"

He looked down from his newspaper (I saw what he was reading, it was just the funnies). "Yes?" He took a sip of his coffee. "Why are those boys still cleaning windows?"

"There was a... little dispute yesterday. They needed further punishment."

Then, I felt something that rarely happened to me. I called it a "confidence adrenaline." Sometimes, I just got so... emtional, that for a second, my shy self would retire and a new, confident me would shine through.

I took a deep breath. "May I have the number for the regional manager?"

Bitters pushed a card in front of me and brought up the phone for me to use. He then went back to his comics.

"Thank you," I said bitterly. I dialed the number.

"Hello?... Yes, may I speak to Thomas Ort?" I said, getting his name off of the card. "Yes, I'll hold."

Mr. Bitters started eyeing me cautiously. After a few moments, a man answered.

"Hello, this is Thomas Ort."

"Hi, Mr. Ort. I'm Charlotte Bunder, a customer at the Palm Woods in Los Angeles on Viktor Lane. I would like to issue a complaint."

Bitters's eyes practically popped out of his head.

"Yes, and what exactly would that be?"

"The manager here, Mr. Bitters, has been punishing innocent boys unjustly."

"For example..?"

"A boy accidently split his smoothie on myself and Mr. Bitters punished him and his three friends by doing two 4-hour-long sessions of window washing. I did not personally request this, I didn't want them punished at all," I added. "I'd like to know if this is even allowed or acceptable."

"It most certainly is not. I will send a representative down immediately. Thank you for your call."

"Thank you." I hung up. Bitters's jaw had almost hit the ground.

Man, that felt good.