Sorry this is so short and I haven't updated in like, two weeks. Like, I'm really sorry.

And I hate to tell you, but school is starting soon for me…

Ugh, I'm trying.

Kendall's POV

My hands hurt. A lot. Maybe I shouldn't grip the hand rests so hard. But then maybe James shouldn't be hanging out with my girlfriend!

"Bro," Katie said, looking at my white knuckles. "Your fingers are going to fall off if you keep doing that, you know."

I released my hands. "Sorry."

Katie took a seat in the empty chair next to me. "You are being stupid, Kendall," she said bluntly.

I grunted. Why did I tell her about this is in the first place?

"Why would Jo cheat on you? Okay, so maybe James is a lot cuter than you, but…" I gave Katie a nice long stare. "Sorry… Man, I haven't seen you this angry since the Matthew incident."

"Hey, that kid was harassing you! That is an understandable reason to be angry."

Katie rolled her eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you; he wasn't harassing me! I pulled a couple pranks on him and so he tried simple, pathetic attempts to get me back."

"Then why was he chasing around the playground when I visited? Huh?"

Katie sighed in exasperation. "That wasn't even Matthew, Kendall. That was Tyler Hinrekson. I'm pretty sure he had a crush on me and, you know boys, they think they can impress girls by wiggling worms in their faces."

"And what is your point?"

"My point is," Katie said, standing up. "I think your just assuming something's going on between them. Why don't you find proof?"

I stood up and pointed a finger in the air for emphasis. "Good idea! I've got a plan. I need to borrow you and your stand…"

"Kendall."

"…I'll have to find Carlos and Logan…"

"Kendall!"

"…Maybe we could hack into the security cameras…"

"KENDALL!"

"What?" I asked.

"Why don't you just ask them?" Katie placed her hands on her hips.

I put my hand on my chin like I was thinking. "No."

"Fine then," Katie said. She walked back to her ice cream stand and removed the "Be back in 10 minutes" sign. At least a dozen people rushed up to the stand, stuffing money into her hand as she tried to serve ice cream as quick as she could.

I couldn't help but laugh. She was definitely going to be successful some day.

Charlotte's POV

Wow I can't believe… wow.

I was going on a date with Logan.

Not that I officially picked him over Carlos yet. Actually, it made my decision a lot more confusing. I thought, Hey! A date with Logan, I'll probably pick him. But then I think, What? No! You've gotta give Carlos a chance. And then my thoughts contain, But that doesn't mean Logan doesn't get a chance.

It's a huge internal conflict circle.

Once Stella found out, she flipped. Like, seriously. She did one of her handsprings she learned from gymnastics. I don't know how she didn't knock over anything by doing it in my tiny apartment.

"OH MY GOSH, CHARLOTTE! THIS IS GREAT! I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WOULD CHOSE LOGAN!"

"But I didn't choose him."

"…HE'S AWESOME AND CUTE AND WE SHOULD DEFINITELY PICK OUT YOUR OUTFIT…"

"Stella, I'm not even sure when he wants to have the date."

"A SKIRT, DEFINITELY. NOT A BLOUSE. OOOOH AND YOUR HAIR CURLED! OH, THIS WLL BE SO MUCH – hey, where are you going?"

I walked over to the kitchen area and grabbed the phone. I scrolled through caller ID until I found the number I wanted. I hit the "TALK" button. As the phone rang, I held up my finger to my lips, hopeful signaling Stella to shut up.

"Hello?" It was James.

"Hi, James, it's Charlotte."

"Hey Charlotte. Kelly called me and Gustavo is going to be at the recording studio tomorrow and listen to the track and we're all hoping for you to come…"

"Yeah, sure. Can I talk to Logan?" I practically feel James make a look at Logan, who I can hear in the background.

"Sure, here he is…"

"Hey, Charlotte!" Logan said eagerly. In the background, I hear the sound of someone… growling?

"Hey, um, I was wondering… you know, you didn't really make our date plans understandable."

"Oh, yeah, sorry. How about tonight? Around 6? We can go out for pizza then a movie?"

"That sounds great." I realize Stella was next to me the whole time trying to listen in on our conversation. She silently squeals.

"Cool, see you then," I imagine his dimple-y smile and try not to sound stupid biding him good-bye.