Logan's POV

Carlos, Kendall, and I were dancing with girls and having a good time…

But during all of that good time, we made sure to keep our eyes on Piper and James.

But specifically, Piper.

Unlike her cousin, Carlos and I had ulterior motives. Yes, we were both trying to make sure nothing went too far, but to tell the truth? We were waiting for James to get tired of her so we could make our moves.

Great friends, right?

I looked up, expecting to see the two of them grinding again, but to my terror, they were gone.

Oh gee, James. Thanks for the week of hell you probably just bought us with Kendall. I had no idea where they were, but I could see the two out of three band mates I wasn't mad at already leaving their girls in search of the third.

Carlos's POV

Damn it, James. This girl was Kendall's cousin, and you were about to get us all killed.

Kendall enlisted me and Log to go find Piper and James. A few songs later, I found them sitting on the couches in one of the corners…

Talking.

No. Way.

That couldn't be possible. James was totally up to something.

Piper was sitting next to him, her legs angled towards his. After another song's worth of what I now realize was creepy stalking, James slid her onto his lap.

The better to hear you, my dearie.

This was so Little Red Riding Hood. Not even funny.

Every once and a while, James would sneak a kiss on her neck, or slide his hand dangerously closer to the edge of her (surprisingly short) skirt. Didn't Kendall say he picked out her clothes for tonight?

It's not like they were doing anything wrong, but this was sure to end badly.

Kendall's POV

Carlos came and found me and Logan, showing me where they were. Oh god. James better keep his hands to himself or I'll make sure he doesn't HAVE hands to keep to himself anymore.

The three of us quietly monitored them, making sure nothing happened between them.

I felt kind of weird stalking my little sister. I mean, she's eighteen starting tonight. She should be able to take care of herself…

But it wasn't her I was worried about.

James's hands kept moving, his lips kept brushing her neck, his mouth kept whispering in her ear. She was sitting sideways on his lap now, making it a little harder to see, since I was looking at her barely covered back, which James had a hand on.

This needs to stop.

In a stroke of sheer brilliance, Logan came up to me.

"Is what I'm seeing as gross as what you are?"

"Just about."

"Then it's time to sing."

Not that I necessarily got it, I could tell Logan had cooked something up.

As long as we weren't planning on breaking into song in the middle of the dance floor, this was gonna be good.